Broken Kunai

Rosebunse: You mean the one Sasuke was tonguing?
VampireDoll666: Think about that for a second my friend: Naruto keep his mouth shut?
Silverfox588: Thanks. That was, admittedly, rushed, not beta’ed. I was just so excited about being right about the Uchiha. Most of it was written, but it’s just as I wanted it.
Kira the cat: Maybe the nosebleed will help that cold along. ^_^
Whosay: “This is your birthday song; it isn’t very long.” Your gift was smut, two rounds of smut. Sincerely, happy birthday! It’s wonderful to know I made someone’s day. ^_^
Ladydragon1219: I love this one too.
ReaperninHiro: Naruto will be an ally in this one. I’m wondering what features to put in the leg . . .

There are certain guarantees about my work: Uchiha have no tolerance to alcohol, Kakashi growls in bed, Sasuke’s a male nympho, and Naruto’s a voyeur. *shrugs* It helps with plots anyway.

I’m an airhead. I said I was going to not use the recent developments in the manga, mostly because it didn’t gel with what I already wrote, but then I’m writing this and I’m like, ‘wait, that could still work and it betters the plot.’ So guess what? Major spoilers for 598 onward.

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Sasuke was not happy when he returned home. Naruto was already gone and Kakashi was contemplating what to make for dinner.

“We’re going to Suna as a diplomatic mission.”

“Why don’t you sound happy?”

“It will be more than just you and me and Naruto.”

“Too many people in your opinion?”

Sasuke hopped up to sit on the counter. “One too many,” Sasuke grumbled. “Tsunade needs to discuss this with the council and arrange things with Suna, yadda, yadda, yadda. I requested that the ANBU captain that supervised me during my probation come with us, but he’s off on a mission. She’ll let us know when we can go.”

“You seemed pretty close to that ANBU. Stir-fry or chicken curry?”

“He’s the only person I could call a friend during my . . . imprisonment. Curry.”

“Want to tell me who you object to in our group?”

“No. I’ll cut up the chicken.”

Kakashi let Sasuke replace him at the cutting board, but he hovered behind him. “Naruto and I had a little chat.”

“He finally ask about us?” Sasuke asked calmly.

“You knew?”

Sasuke took out his favorite non-combat blade and started carving. “Of course I knew. I could feel his eyes on me and the lust. He thinks he can hide his chakra from me. I’m an Uchiha. After I awakened the Mangekyo, I can feel the Kyuubi.”

“He’s called Kurama now. Your mutual ancestor named him.”

“Don’t remind me. I know it goes back generations, but having him be family and family to Hashirama—who was actually a match for my family—is something I don’t like to dwell on.”

“Still not over being bested by a dumbass?”

“That’s correct.” He was a little more violent to the poor dead chicken.

Kakashi put his arms—carefully—around Sasuke’s waist and kissed his hair. “I’m so very proud of both of you.”

It was at that point that Kakashi realized that Sasuke’s bad humor was gone, bled off while talking about Naruto. Kakashi had feared that it was Naruto who upset Sasuke, but obviously not. That made him worry a little. There was something Kakashi didn’t know about his volatile lover. Sasuke was the most dangerous shinobi in the world; unknowns were worrying.

Kakashi’s silence and the fact he just completely stopped moving, spoke volumes to Sasuke.

“You’re thinking about me.”

“A little.”

Sasuke sighed. “But not in good way. Did the Hokage let you read my file after her little show of grace?”

“Classified.”

“Good to hear. Maybe I should share more of my recent past with you.”

“I want to hear it, but I just wonder who are you upset over.”

Kakashi couldn’t see the dark smirk on Sasuke’s face. “Don’t worry; I’m not that fragile. I won’t freak out and attack anyone or leave. I don’t really have anywhere else to go and I have one very good reason to stay.”

“Glad to hear it.” He let his hands roam a little to feel the warmth through Sasuke’s clothes. Sasuke was just too good to be true. He should worry, but he just wanted to enjoy this fantasy while it lasted, wanted to feel loved just a little longer, before Sasuke either realized that he was too old and broken for someone as young and desirable as him or Sasuke turned on them again.

Sasuke sensed Kakashi’s acceptance, but there was something about his contented sigh that worried Sasuke.

“I haven’t showered yet.” He finished reducing the chicken to bite-sized pieces and left Kakashi to start the curry.

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Kakashi kissed Sasuke’s forehead and smelled the fresh scent of damp hair when Sasuke reemerged for dinner. They sat opposite each other to eat.

“By the way, how did Naruto find out about us?” Kakashi asked.

“It was the bruises that put him on the scent, but he’s been watching us. I’m certain he hasn’t seen your face, but he’s seen us. Don’t worry; I’m the one who was acting like a slut. I didn’t change my behavior for him.”

“You could’ve mentioned it.”

“I didn’t want you to stop.” Sasuke became contrite. “Not angry with me, are you?”

“I’m not. But for now on, give me a signal that we’re being watched.”

“How about I lick your nose three times? Or your thigh if I’m between your legs at the time.”

“Appreciated.”

“I would never let anyone else see your face, so I was certain to hide it. We should stop talking about this; I think we should go at least one night without sex.” Sasuke smirked.

Kakashi smiled a little. He saw Sasuke’s expression turn more fond. “What?”

“I can see you smile. That’s something I want to preserve for me alone.”

Kakashi’s smile fell away. Sasuke was really serious about this. “I don’t intend to let anyone else see my face. I fear even hinting at who might have in the past.”

“Wise. I do know Tsunade has. As Hokage, she’s safe.”

Sasuke looked away, aware that bringing attention to the fact he could see Kakashi’s face was making him uncomfortable.

There’s wasn’t that much to do in the evening and they ended up in bed a little early.

Even though Kakashi was the Seme, Sasuke pulled him down to lay his head on Sasuke’s chest. He finger-combed the long silver hair.

“Don’t doubt how much I love you,” Sasuke whispered.

Kakashi hummed in amusement. “I sometimes forget I’m not the only skilled shinobi in the world.”

“The way you sighed and all earlier: you’re going to let it last as long as it will. It will last until one of us dies. Or you leave me. Then, you might have to worry about my . . . stability.” The mirth in Sasuke’s voice kept that last bit from sounding like a threat. “Don’t doubt me; that’s all I ask.”

Kakashi eased up off Sasuke’s chest and looked into Sasuke’s eyes. He was without his headband in bed of course, but he kept his Sharingan closed. He saw openness and almost a plea in Sasuke’s eyes.

“I trust you.”

Sasuke’s weak smile was an effort for someone of Sasuke’s disposition and therefore meant more. Kakashi kissed his lips briefly and then lay back down onto his lover’s chest.

“I love you, Kakashi.”

“I do love you too. My precious Sasuke.”

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Sasuke was not an earlier riser, but he was still an experienced shinobi. He wasn’t up at the crack of dawn but he was up before his retired lover. This was something Kakashi was becoming quite familiar with, so he was not the least bit surprised that Sasuke was gone when he awoke. He got up and took a quick shower.

He was drying his hair when there was a ring at the bell. He really stood there moment wondering if he should go to the door with the towel around his waist or around his face. He wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed a second towel to wrap around his face, and hastily attached his false leg.

He could feel it was Sakura and Naruto. He opened the front door and called out “Jump over the fence and come in. I have to get dressed.”

Two shinobi never jumped over a ten foot fence so fast. Kakashi raised his eyebrows at them, knowing they were hoping to catch him mask-less. He turned away from his disappointed students to get dressed.

He returned to find Sakura poking around the living room and Naruto’s ass sticking out of the fridge.

“Sasuke keeps the fridge meticulously in order and will kill you if anything’s missing,” Kakashi informed Naruto. “Especially if his tomatoes are touched.”

“That just sounded dirty,” Naruto said as he was trying frantically to put things back in order.

Sakura blushed. “I was surprised when Naruto said you moved in with Sasuke.”

“Sasuke was lonely and was practically living on my sofa anyway.”

“How are you doing?” Sakura was obviously still feeling guilty.

“Fine, fine.”

“Tsunade-sama told us about the mission to Suna.”

“Ahh, I was wondering why you both came over so early. Sasuke’s gone training. He didn’t fill me in last night. So what’s the entire mission?”

“She called Naruto in last night to discuss it. Officially, I’m going to help train Suna’s medics and they’ll help you and that information will benefit Konoha. Naruto, as a friend of Gaara, is going to help keep up good relations. Sasuke and a member of ANBU will act as guards. But we have to wait for everyone to approve it. I’m so glad Kankuro might be able to help you.”

“That’s it? Just the five us are going?”

“Yep.”

“From the way Sasuke spoke, I thought there’d be more.”

By process of illumination . . .

The temperature suddenly dropped about ten degrees and Kakashi felt a menacing aura he associated with the Uchiha Susanoo. They all looked in the direction of that aura. Sasuke stood in the doorway, no Susanoo around him, but his aura created the illusion of a dark cloud forming around him. The sunlight behind him dimmed.

“I didn’t eat anything in your fridge, I swear,” Naruto anxiously defended.

“I recommend meeting somewhere out of doors,” Sasuke stated. “Preferably on the other side of the village.”

He stalked through the room toward the bedroom and the shower.

Sakura shuttered. “Is he often like that?”

“Never,” Kakashi said.

“He’s always hostile around us, but that was . . .” Sakura said.

“But he’s never been that angry,” Naruto said.

“Was there anything you needed to discuss?” Kakashi asked Sakura.

“No.”

“It’s probably best to leave. Don’t want to set him off.”

“What about you?” Sakura asked.

“Not a good idea to leave him completely alone either.”

Naruto and Sakura left. Kakashi went back into the bedroom and waited for Sasuke to come out of the shower. He was calmer now.

“So, what is it about Sakura that upsets you so much?”

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at him and that aura rose a little, but then it all but dissipated.

“It can’t be because she tried to kill you; Naruto and I did the same.”

“Don’t you hate her?” Sasuke asked.

“No, of course not.”

“She’s the reason you were injured.”

“My leg? That’s what this is about? She stumbled into a trap; she wasn’t being especially clumsy; it was just an accident. I don’t blame her.”

“I do.”

Kakashi laughed and lay back on the bed. “At least it wasn’t jealousy. Let me assure you now that she is not my type in the slightest.”

“Good to hear, but I’m not jealous.” Sasuke vigorously dried his hair.

“Oh, yes, you are. Don’t think I don’t notice the tightness in your shoulders when Naruto comes over.”

Sasuke grunted and threw the towel back into the bathroom, leaving Sasuke completely naked in the mid-morning light. Kakashi’s eyes roamed over that body and he nearly salivated.

Sasuke sighed and stood there, completely unselfconscious. “Alright. I am jealous. But why wouldn’t I be? I intend to keep you.”

Kakashi stood, grabbed Sasuke by the waist and pulled him back down with him onto the bed. He kissed the sable hair.

“No one’s ever been jealous over me before.”

“You never gave anyone the chance.”

Kakashi hummed. “I like it.”

Sasuke melted into him easily; his naked body against Kakashi’s clothed one. They lay together for several blissful minutes.

Then bell rang again.

“Is the whole village going to visit this morning?” Sasuke whined.

“It’s Gai,” Kakashi said.

“You deal with your friends. I’m going to meditate on the back porch.” Sasuke got up.

“In the nude?” Kakashi asked.

Sasuke scowled at him and Kakashi left him to dress and went to the gate to let Gai in.

Kakashi stopped short when he opened the gate and saw his old rival: Gai had no cheer or energy.

“Kakashi, I really need to talk.”

“Sure, come in.”

“Yamato told me you moved in with Sasuke.”

“Convenient for us.” Kakashi let him into the house.

“Where is he?”

“Meditating in the back. Tea or something stronger?” Kakashi offered before remembered he didn’t have anything stronger.

“No, nothing.” Gai sat.

Kakashi sat down near him. He didn’t prompt him.

Gai leaned his elbows on his thighs. “I’ve lost friends before. I never fully understood what you went through. You pulled back after Sasuke left; you went on more missions than the rest of us. Alone if you could. I thought I understood. I almost lost Lee, but you lost your Lee, you lost Sasuke. Neji . . .”

“I’m not sure which is worse: feeling that you have to kill the student you love or a student being killed. Neji was a great shinobi and a great man. He had my respect; something I rarely give.”

“How did you deal with it? Sasuke that is.”

“I didn’t. I ran away. Sakura and Naruto were—thankfully—taken from me. I know it was no reflection on me: Naruto need to be kept safe and Sakura decided that she would be a better asset as a medical-nin, something I couldn’t teach her. I ran away, I kept busy. But there were so many nights I could only think of Sasuke.

“I don’t think I’m the one you should talk with. Naruto and Hinata are dealing with it too. I’m sure it’s hard to commiserate with your students, but they understand what you’re feeling. Hiashi . . . If it wasn’t for his daughters . . .”

“Have you seen him?”

“No. I’ve hardly left home except for missions since the war. I’ve heard about Hiashi from Naruto. I’ve seen no one except Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura, and Sai. I’ve heard he’s devastated; even he can’t hide it. They say he’s taking it harder than his brother’s death and he didn’t take that very well.”

“I can’t face him,” Gai admitted.

“Nor can I.”

“Why not?”

“Why not you? You weren’t close enough to protect Neji; he wasn’t your responsibility at the time. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t know.” Gai leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs. “But why can’t you?”

Kakashi looked away and Gai began to understand. “You shouldn’t feel responsible for what Obito did.”

“And you shouldn’t feel guilty for Neji’s death. Logic doesn’t ease the pain or the guilt. I’m not the one to help you; I haven’t overcome my own demons. I would suggest Inoich—” Kakashi stopped himself and looked down. “A councilor.”

“Shouldn’t you do the same?”

“I’m too broken to fix. Too many cracks collected over time.”

“Kakashi . . .”

“I’m retired and unimportant now.”

“You can’t bel—”

“We can’t help each other. Nor can I offer any comfort.” He wanted to tell Gai to forget about him completely, that he could no longer be a measuring stick for Gai or anything else to him. Gai was one person he didn’t really want to see again. Or Hiashi, or Shikamaru, or Ino . . .

“How can you be so cold?”

That startled Kakashi. “Long practice. I didn’t shed a tear when my father killed himself. It’s the twenty-fifth shinobi saying; I dutifully memorized them all. ‘No matter the situation, a shinobi must always keep their emotions inside. The mission is always your top priority. You must possess a heart that never shows tears.’ I’ve always been told I was a great shinobi. I never remember shedding a tear except from this eye,” Kakashi pointed to his Sharingan, “just after Rin implanted it; that was pain and sorrow, not only for Obito, but for my father too. Since then, nothing. Long, long practice, my friend.”

Bitterness filled him. He’d lost a lot in his life and Gai had hardly lost a smile through all Kakashi’s losses.

“You’ve lost friends; I’ve lost friends, family, teammates, and subordinates. Maybe now with Neji you finally understand the pain I’ve felt since I was six. ‘Cheer up,’ ‘It wasn’t your fault,’ ‘You need to rely on the Power of Youth.’ See how hollow words from your friends can be.”

Sasuke came in at that point. “Gai.” He nodded in greeting then went to the kitchen. “No tea?” He started preparing a tea pot.

Kakashi and Gai continued to look into each other’s eyes.

“Sorry to intrude,” Gai finally said to Sasuke as he stood and left.

“I caught your plea for help,” Sasuke said as he chose his tea blend. Relaxation was the order of the day. “Your distressed chakra is as good as flare.”

“Thank you.”

Kakashi didn’t move or speak again, just sat there. Sasuke finished making the tea. After it had time to steep, he put an ice cube in it and brought it with him to the living room. He bent down behind Kakashi to put an arm over his chest and the tea cup right in front of Kakashi’s lips.

“This is the best I have.”

Kakashi took the cup and Sasuke straightened to get his own cup and retreated to his meditation mat.

Kakashi looked down at the false leg and once again devoutly wished the tea was sake.

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Sasuke stretched as he finished ‘sinking to the bottom of the ocean.’ He looked at the shadows of the plants in his courtyard and realized he’d been lost for about three hours.

He picked up his tea. Cold. He downed it all in one go. He rolled up his mat and entered the bedroom through the outer door to put his meditation mat away. He reached out with his chakra to find Kakashi, but he wasn’t in the house. That was strange. In the two months since Kakashi moved in with him, Kakashi had left the house twice to his knowledge, both in his company.

Sasuke went into the living room and found a note on the coffee table. ‘Went Out’ It was signed with Kakashi’s Henohenomoheji.

Sasuke stood there a moment, his eyes flashing back and forth and pouting. Time, he supposed, to make the bed and do the laundry.

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Thank the gods for retirement pay. A couple bottles of good sake wasn’t cheep and he wasn’t going to ask the incredibly wealthy Uchiha to pay for his booze. He regretted moving in with him since he’d lost a place he could go to be completely alone. He’d also alienated one person—Gai—who he could have visited and drank with.

There was Yamato. No. Genma? Yes, Genma; they’d finish off everything he bought and anything Genma had. He hobbled toward Genma’s apartment.

“Kakashi-sensei!”

Damn. He knew he should have used a henge.

“Sakura.”

“Is Sasuke okay?”

“He is now.” He considered. “I suppose I should tell you why he was angry. Somewhere private?”

“My apartment?”

“If it’s close.”

“The next street. Can I carry that for you?”

“No, that’s all right.” He felt terrible enough bringing alcohol to his student’s apartment, she didn’t need to carry it.

It was a new building, but the apartment looked just like the old one. He sat down and was careful putting his bag down so Sakura wouldn’t hear the clink of the bottles inside.

“So, you found out why Sasuke was in such a bad mood? Does he still resent Naruto or something?”

Kakashi sighed. She didn’t have a clue.

“Have you considered it was you?” Kakashi asked. “I don’t feel the same—not at all—but he blames you for my injury. Seems he was really looking forward to working with me in the field.” Sasuke hadn’t put the two facts together, but Kakashi figured that was part of it. “He’s irrationally angry at you.”

She was stunned.

“I’d advise you keep your distance from Sasuke. There’s no solution for the upcoming mission, but maybe you should request a transfer from the team or I’ll convince Sasuke to request he be transferred.”

Sakura looked down. “I really am so sorry, sensei.”

Kakashi sighed. He really wanted to pop open a bottle. “Don’t be, Sakura. I don’t blame you. Just stay away from Sasuke until he gets over it, alright? Maybe when we go to Suna, Sasuke can be sent ahead to keep you apart.

“You’re a fine kunoichi. But you need let it go. Anyway, there have been unexpected bonuses to retiring early.”

“Is that why you’re buying alcohol?”

“You’re sharp too. No, this is for something completely unrelated.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

“Obito.”

“Oh.” She was embarrassed.

“I won’t drink it all in one sitting; I’m just restocking. I didn’t have any when I moved in with Sasuke. Trying to hide it will be difficult with any of you Iruka-trained scamps running around. Cheer up, Sakura, and don’t take it too personally; Sasuke, I think, needs someone to be angry at. He’s nurtured hatred in his heart for two third of his life. Maybe finding a few sake bottles in his cabinet will shift his anger to me. We can only hope.”

“Thanks for telling me; I’ll try to avoid him.”

Kakashi stood, but stopped on his way out. “You really aren’t in love with him anymore, are you?”

“No. Trying to kill me . . . Honestly, I don’t like being on missions with him. I’d like it if you could convince him to switch teams; I don’t really want to leave Naruto and Yamato- taichou.”

Kakashi was always ‘Kakashi-sensei’ to Naruto and Sakura, but it did hurt to hear Yamato called, ‘captain.’ “I’ll do that. It’s always nice to see you. You can’t really visit me, but I’ll take you up on invitation you send me.”

“Alright.”

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Sasuke was out back going through katas when Kakashi returned. Kakashi put away his alcohol, untouched.

It all really hurt; the guilt and grief. He still felt useless and to blame for so much. The fact Sakura blamed herself for his injury was another burden for him to bear. He had the alcohol now, but he feared being that lame, drunk, old man you always see in the bars. Sasuke wouldn’t love him then.

Kakashi hobbled to the back door and slid open the shoji door. He sighed looking at his young lover. Did Sasuke realize what he’d done? Did he realize that it was Kakashi’s fault his entire family was killed? If he hadn’t left Obito under those rocks. If he hadn’t been such an asshole about saving Rin. If he hadn’t . . .

Kakashi was suddenly aware of a kunai flying toward him. Ever the shinobi—even retired—Kakashi kept a pair of kunai on his person and pulled one out to deflect the incoming weapon. He’d focused so inward, he didn’t see Sasuke turn and throw the weapon. It had been slow, so it wouldn’t have done a lot of damage had Kakashi not deflected it.

“You’re going to make me regret my decision if you’re always so depressed,” Sasuke said. His eyes grew soft. “You’re not regretting this, are you? Do you still hate me?”

“No, I don’t hate you. I still feel the pain when I think about it, but no, I don’t regret this.”

“It’s Gai and Neji.”

“The whole war.”

Sasuke walked to him, leaning his sword against a support beam on the covered walkway. Kakashi was a little hunched, but Sasuke was shoed and straight-backed so they were nearly the same height. Sasuke hugged him, leaning his head against Kakashi’s and putting one hand in his hair. Sasuke’s body against his and the sound of his breathing was comforting. Kakashi put his arms around Sasuke, resting his hands on either side of his spine.

“You sure you want to waste this beauty on me?” Kakashi asked.

“You’re the only one who deserves it.”

“You’re so wrong.”

“I’ve been wrong before,” Sasuke admitted. “But I love you.” Sasuke let more of his weight rest against Kakashi’s body. “I’m so happy just being close to you.”

It just couldn’t be real. No one had truly loved him since Rin died and even then he never let her close enough. Sasuke couldn’t really love him.

Sasuke felt that pull back. “Come sit down.”

Sasuke led Kakashi into the living room. Kakashi sat in the armchair, leaving Sasuke alone on the sofa.

“You said you trusted me, but you don’t. I can understand why it’s hard to trust me after all I’ve done, but I’ve never asked anyone else to trust me. I don’t lie. I may have left the village, double crossed Orochimaru, and been less than helpful to Tobi,” he purposely didn’t use his real name, “but I never lied. If you think I’m preparing for some attack against the village and I’m just using you, you’re wrong. You’re retired and, forgive me for saying so, useless to someone who would draw you in just to attack Konoha. I know I’m fucking gorgeous; girls have been telling me so since I was six. If I wanted to destroy Konoha from within, I could have easily seduced the Hokage, her assistant, or any other man or woman I thought would be useful. I didn’t. I chose a lame, retired, ex-Jounin.”

“I . . . didn’t have that thought.”

Sasuke’s back straightened in surprise. “Oh.”

“I did think you were too good to be true, but I didn’t give it that much thought. What I don’t trust is that you’ll want to keep me. I didn’t think about you betraying the village again; you’re not stupid.”

Sasuke smiled. “I’m the one who over thought things. I thought that was why you were having the ‘this is too good to be true’ feelings; I thought you doubted my motives.”

“I guess we should both stop trying to read each other’s minds. I just can’t understand why you want me.”

“You’re right; we shinobi may be observant, but we’re lousy mind readers. As for why I love you . . .” Sasuke got up and climbed into Kakashi’s lap and kissed him through the mask as he had the first time. He pulled back just as Kakashi’s clothed lips started to move. “Even before I ever saw your face, I found you desirable. Even before I saw you naked bathing during a mission I admired your lankiness and your power. And something about your naturally white hair.” Sasuke ran his fingers through the locks in question. “I also loved the one thing I could see.” Sasuke stared into Kakashi’s eye. “Just so . . . kind. But so formidable when you want it to be. I trust you, respect you, and feel safe with you. No other man could make me happy.”

“Someone your own age?”

“None of them interest me. If you’re thinking Naruto, we’d bitch each other mute.” Sasuke pulled down Kakashi’s mask. “You can go ahead a read my mind right now.” He kissed Kakashi slowly, using his lips more than his tongue.

Kakashi let Sasuke do what he wanted, enjoying the feeling of those soft, passionate lips. He shifted his legs to bring them closer together so that Sasuke could more comfortably straddle him. He slid his hands up underneath Sasuke’s white shirt and held onto his soft, smooth, vulnerable sides.

Kakashi was just starting to kiss back when Sasuke’s lips left his and Sasuke licked Kakashi’s nose. Three times.

Sasuke slid his lips over Kakashi’s cheek to stop next to his ear. “But it’s not Naruto.”

Sasuke moved his head again and brought up his hand to act as a mask as Kakashi opened his Sharingan to peek over Sasuke’s left shoulder, but the person was gone. He mentally shrugged and captured those lips which had completely bewitched him. Whoever had spotted them had the good sense to leave.

“You know,” Kakashi said between licks at his lips, “I like that signal.”

“Just wait until someone catches me giving you a blowjob.”

“Forgive me if for now on I want to keep my mask on during blowjobs.”

“Hmmm.” Sasuke slid a hand down from where it was on Kakashi’s shoulder to his crotch. “Your pants must be getting painfully tight. I know somewhere else tight your cock should be. And much less painful.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re painfully tight, but yeah, there is somewhere tighter I wish my cock was.”

Sasuke moved in closer and rubbed his groin against Kakashi’s. “I’d say you need some relief.”

“I desperately agree.”

“I really want you to hammer me.”

“I’ll just remember that I’m a useless, lame, retired, ex-Jounin.”

“Make me regret saying that.”

Kakashi pushed him off his lap. “I want you naked on my bed by the time I get there.”

“Hai.”

Sasuke hurried to the bedroom. Kakashi watched his ass, hating Sasuke’s choice of concealing clothes.

Kakashi looked at the window again and wondered who had peeked in on them. He wasn’t so much ashamed of his relationship with Sasuke as he was worried people would seriously object. Then again, he believed being retired had already lost the respect he’d enjoyed since he was six and he was already pegged as a pervert. Why should he care? Life over, right? He was retired and should get to enjoy any pleasures afforded to him.

And one of those pleasures was lying naked on his bed right now.

Kakashi got up and walked as smoothly as he could to his bedroom. And there was the most beautiful sight in world. Sasuke was nude, posed sexually on the bed with his legs together, but artfully bent to the side, twisting his body coquettishly. The sight drew all the breath from Kakashi’s body. Such a beautiful, young thing.

“Literally, fuck it, Kakashi. Even if this ends tomorrow, enjoy it while you can.”

Kakashi wasn’t sure if Sasuke said that or his inner self, but he decided it was the best advice in the world.

Sasuke didn’t break his simpering pose as Kakashi stripped, trying to keep his eye on him in the lamplight. Kakashi climbed over him and stroked Sasuke’s body, his arm, his chest, his hip . . .

Sasuke felt incredibly vulnerable under the taller, older man. That predatory look set Sasuke on edge as if he were an enemy sizing him up on the battlefield. But that made it better, made him harder, more excited. He loved feeling vulnerable in front of Kakashi; it was a thrill. He really was giving in to Kakashi, giving himself to him.

But there was also a reverence to the way Kakashi looked at him and touched him. That melted Sasuke’s heart. He liked feeling loved and—let’s face it—worshipped. Few had egos larger than an Uchiha. He paid Kakashi back with his own worship at other times, so he relaxed and reveled in the attention without feeling guilty or selfish.

Sasuke grabbed Kakashi roaming hand and placed his fingers on his lips. Kakashi rubbed them gently. Sasuke opened his mouth and sucked two fingers in his mouth and played his tongue over them. He shut his eyes and moaned, looking like he was enjoying a cock in his mouth. He opened his eyes to look up at Kakashi the way he would when performing fellatio.

Sasuke pulled Kakashi’s wet fingers away and brought the lube out from under his pillow and applied it to Kakashi’s fingers. Kakashi immediately reached between Sasuke’s legs. He took his time fingering Sasuke’s entrance. His fingers probing and rubbing Sasuke’s slick insides. Sasuke melted into the mattress, spreading his legs until his bent knees lay on the bed. He was turning into a mewing mess before Kakashi took his fingers away and spread the gel over his cock and pressed into him.

Kakashi gave him a few opening thrusts before letting go and fucking Sasuke as fast and hard as he wanted. And Sasuke had no complaints, not even trying to stroke his own hard length; the impact of their bodies moved his cock against his stomach as it was, but that was maddeningly unsatisfying. On the other hand, the feeling of Kakashi’s cock grazing and hitting his prostate was doing a fine job of bringing him close to the edge.

Kakashi leaned his forehead against Sasuke’s and thrust his cock deeply inside Sasuke, pulling Sasuke’s hips up and fucking him deep. Sasuke gripped Kakashi’s neck and pressed his head against Kakashi’s to keep either of them from breaking this position and the wonderful sensations ripping through them both.

Sasuke cam first, throwing his head back and nearly being head-butted in the cheek by his lover. Sasuke cried out twice before those cries died down to moans. His body sagged and he released Kakashi from his grip, but he tried to keep his hips in place for Kakashi’s pleasure. He tightened up after his orgasmic spasms. Kakashi moved faster through that tight ring and cam inside him.

Sweating and panting, Kakashi straightened out and lay his head on Sasuke’s shoulder. After a minute to catch his breath and let his heart rate slow to a reasonable speed, Kakashi pushed himself up a little to kiss Sasuke’s sex bloated lips with his own. Sasuke responded. It was a loving, wet kiss.

Kakashi pulled away to look down into Sasuke’s hazy, black eyes. “You’re so perfect.”

Sasuke smiled. “You’re all I ever wanted. Besides revenge.” He pushed Kakashi a little and Kakashi rolled onto his back. Sasuke curled up next to him, putting his head in the crook of his shoulder and his hand on Kakashi’s toned chest. Kakashi put that arm around Sasuke’s back and they drifted off.

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Kakashi woke up with his mouth inches from Sasuke’s wrist. He kissed it and nipped at it with his lips. His tongue darted out to lick at it. He couldn’t feel the vein there pulsing, but Sasuke’s flesh was so warm, he was under no delusions.

The limp fingers twitched and moved to press against Kakashi’s bare cheek. Kakashi didn’t look to see Sasuke’s face as he woke up; he just kissed that pale wrist, his eyes closed. Right now he believed nothing but how much he loved Sasuke. He grasped Sasuke’s arm to keep those blue veins against his lips.

“You love doing that? Frenching my metacarpals?”

“Carpus,” Kakashi muttered against his skin. “They’re called the carpus. And yes. I love every inch of you.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Sasuke purred. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Kakashi may have just woken up, but he understood his young lover. “Tell me what you want kissed and I’ll kiss it, lick it, make love to it.” He may be the Seme, but Kakashi was acting and talking like an uke. Sasuke loved it.

Sasuke threaded his fingers in Kakashi’s hair and gently guided his head to his bare chest and a nipple. Kakashi obediently took it into his mouth and sucked and nipped at it zealously.

Sasuke was getting ready for some fucking when the bell rang.

“Oh, fuck all!” Sasuke yelled. Sasuke’s usual morning grumpiness gave him a very short fuse in the morning even if he was in a good mood.

Kakashi had to laugh. “It’s faster for you to get dressed.”

Sasuke grumbled as he got up and dressed, his erection dying from the interruption.

Yamato was greeted with an openly hostile and irritated Uchiha when Sasuke opened the gate.

“Last minute mission,” Yamato said.

Sasuke snarled, but left the gate open as he turned back toward the house. Yamato followed slowly. “Is Kakashi-san awake?”

Sasuke grunted in the affirmative. Yamato followed him inside. Kakashi sensed someone following Sasuke into the house and so he dressed quickly. Sasuke walked passed him, shedding his clothes, then heading for the shower to wash off the evidence of the sex they had last night. Kakashi finished dressing and went out to meet Yamato who had stopped to loiter in the living room.

“Tenzou, I’m happier to see you than Sasuke.”

Yamato was thrown off guard at first; Kakashi had been depressed and a little hostile the last time he saw him, but Kakashi was once again happy, laid back, and amused. “He isn’t a morning person,” Yamato agreed.

Kakashi wanted to say, ‘Oh, you didn’t wake him.’

“I just came to tell Sasuke about a mission, but I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“Much better. How about you? And the team? I know there’s some hostility.”

“I’m doing well. Sort of happy to be out of ANBU. Sasuke’s usually hostile, but we’re all sort of used to it now. Naruto’s happy and Sakura’s doing alright.”

“I’m glad. Other than Sasuke’s hostility, are they working well together?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think Sasuke would do well on another team?”

“If they can look past his antisocial behavior.”

“I think it might be time to think about moving him, let him adapt to other teams and maybe even prepare him for ANBU.”

“I’ll suggest it to the Hokage.”

“Do you think he’d do well in ANBU?”

Yamato thought about it. “Oddly enough, I’ve never seen him kill. To say I think he’d be able to handle assassinating someone would be just considering his outward personality, which I think is probably a mask. I don’t know him well enough to say if he could really do it.”

“You have a point. I’m not sure if Sasuke could do it either. Self-defense is one thing, assassination is quite another. I know him better than anyone and I don’t even know.”

The shower stopped. “Have you had breakfast, Tenzou?” Kakashi asked. “Or do you two not have the time for that?”

“I’ve eaten. He has about an hour. Good to see you’re doing well, sempai.” Yamato left and Kakashi prepared breakfast.

Sasuke was dressed and geared up when he came out of the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying his sword.

“Tenzou said you had some time. Breakfast?”

Sasuke sat down and leaned his sword against the table. Kakashi laid out the meal and sat down to his own food. “Itadakimasu,” they both said.

“I asked Tenzou if he though you could be transferred to another team,” Kakashi said. “What do you think? Get you away from Sakura.”

“I approve.”

“What about ANBU? You have the skills, but I’m worried if you could coldly carry out assassinations when ordered.”

Sasuke froze and looked up at Kakashi. “I don’t like killing.”

Kakashi nodded. “Not ANBU then. I haven’t been able to work with you in a long time; do you feel more comfortable always working with the same team or would you like solo missions or moving from team to team?”

“I don’t know. I think I’d like working solo. If I’m lonely then I’ll just look forward to coming home to you even more.” His manner had been his normal cold one since the bell rang, but he softened when he said that and looked at Kakashi fondly.

Kakashi smiled back at him. “You should discuss this with Tenzou and the Hokage when you get back. I think it’s better for your blood pressure and Sakura’s well being if you left their team.”

“Agreed.” He finished his meal, stood, and stuck his sword in his belt. He came over and kissed Kakashi’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Be careful.”

“Hn.” Sasuke left.

Kakashi was immediately lonely.