He Can't Let Go

A/N: Man this week is seriously wearing me out. I’m used to writing a whole chapter like BAM! but this week has hindered me, bleh. I’m tired, cranky, and Kaka/Sasu deprived lol. Not to mention I had about a million issues trying to update this because of coding problems and such. Despite all that, I still found a way to write this chapter (wooo!) so I hope you guys like it. =]

KakaSasu_4ever: Ahhh you flatter me so much it’s ridiculous. I love your excessively long reviews, they rival my own, heh! You read everything I write and make me feel important, yayyy! I hope I continue to please you with my upcoming Kaka/Sasu-ness just like you never cease to please me by updating. Now, to just get those 15+ stories off your computer, haha.

MewMew2: I’m so glad you liked the sex! It’s the type of writing I’m least experienced at so it’s good to hear you thought it was good. Hope you keep reading!

MAKandCHEESE: Heck yes Sasuke is a virgin, we can’t ALWAYS make him a complete slutbag. Really now, who else would he have lost it to? Actually, don’t answer that, haha. I’m almost finished your Christmas present, be excited!

yaoi_is_my_antidrug: Yes! I can’t write sex without having in-depth thought, it’s my weakness. I have to admit…I had to look up what “unf” was cuz I’m a tard and have never heard of it, haha. But I’m glad you noticed the blending of connection into love because really both of them are clueless. I hope you keep reading, lady! (P.S. I’m about to literally kick this computer cuz I accidentally deleted your review…*sigh* stupid inconvenient button)

Pangasius: I’m glad you still stuck with me despite the non-Kakashi raping. I try to make it good enough for everyone to like, haha.


It was around noon, judging by the sun’s position peeking through the blinds, and Sasuke was starving. His stomach had gone from a pleading gripe to a vivacious bellow within the past several minutes. He hadn’t eaten since—well—he couldn’t remember, but that was enough to tell him it was time for food. Considering he’d searched the kitchen previously and found nothing, his hunger was so demanding it was beginning to confuse his brain into believing he’d simply overlooked anything good. By now, its commands were so insistent that Sasuke would have quickly risen and followed orders a while ago. Only he was kept immobile by one thing.

Kakashi.

The man was like a log, only twice as obnoxious. Since neither of them had pegged each other as the cuddling type, sleep found both of them back to back facing toward either edge of the bed. Sasuke stayed in place. Kakashi did not. It was obvious the jounin was accustomed to sleeping alone. The way he would shift and kick and smother Sasuke was proof enough. Twice the Uchiha had shoved the other off of him because he couldn’t breathe, but somewhere along the way he had surrendered.

That’s why when he’d woken up, an hour ago, fetching nourishment for himself quickly became impossible. Sasuke was trapped on his back, staring up at the ceiling with Kakashi’s feverishly naked body fastened to his entire left side. And it was deathly hard to ignore. Even worse, the man was unmasked, face having somehow buried itself up by the teenager’s neck. With each intake of breath, Sasuke could feel the man’s scorching chest swell to press more insistently against his arm, and with each exhale the air swirled out to tickle the hairs at the nape of his neck.

It was making Sasuke hot and cold at the same time. Eliciting chills and shivers to rush down his body only to be overpowered by the abundant heat source plastering itself against him. And on him. As if Kakashi’s proximity and breathing pattern wasn’t enough to paralyze him, there was an additional hand palming his hipbone and a long leg tossed across his own. All beneath the blankets, and it was causing the Uchiha’s body to heat up to a point where it was uncomfortable. He could have at least put some boxers on.

Plus…the noises! Every once in a while Kakashi would let out these indistinguishable grumbles, ones that normally—if being in bed with a man twice your age was normal—wouldn’t affect Sasuke at all. But, seeing as how those same grunts were flying from that mouth earlier when the Uchiha was getting the fucking of his life…they were starting to affect him. He could suddenly feel the coarse material of the blanket over his sensitive cock, shifting down forcibly against the hardening organ. This was getting ridiculous.

Another rumble from within his abdomen redirected his thoughts again; hunger taking first priority. Raising an arm, the one not being crushed between two bodies, carefully Sasuke reached over to tap Kakashi on the shoulder. Nothing, as he’d expected. Can’t say he didn’t try. Gripping as much shoulder as he could fit in his palm, the Uchiha gave the sleeping man a rough shove back.

“Mmmmm.”

I really wish he would stop making noises like that. Sasuke knew that had woken him up. Still, Kakashi rolled back into his place at his pupil’s neck, other body parts remaining stationary. The hand gripping his hip tightened momentarily before going lax once more.

“Get up. I need food.”

“’s ramen in the fridge,” came the sleepy, but still sexy, rumble from next to his ear.

Even while saying detestable words like “ramen”, Sasuke still couldn’t suppress shutting his eyes briefly and letting the sound wash over him. He was not eating ramen, though. That much, he knew. “I don’t like ramen. Go buy me some food…and a toothbrush,” the latter being added after a swipe across his teeth left his tongue feeling gross. “Please.”

That got his attention. Sasuke never said please for anything. Blinking rapidly against the sunlit room, Kakashi smirked into the pale neck. Nuzzling his nose into the junction, he couldn’t help but purr, “I’ll give you something to eat, Sasuke-kun.”

At first, the innuendo flew clear over Sasuke’s head. Instead, his brain was mulling over what Kakashi possibly had to eat in the kitchen other than the leftover ramen. Is he going to feed me dog food? A sharp nip to his collarbone had everything clicking into place. There was no way to stop the blood rushing into his cheeks. With both arms now, the Uchiha shoved the lascivious man to the other side of the bed, sitting up and looking insulted, though failing through the blush. “I’m talking about real food,” he hissed.

“I’m looking at real food right in front of me.” The man reached out, caressing the exposed side of Sasuke’s ass peeking through the blankets, sending the other flying out of bed completely.

Out of the pervert’s range of touch, Sasuke made to retort, but froze. Kakashi was taking in his unclothed body like a malnourished tiger ready for a feast. The lack of arousal caused the Uchiha to lose the nerve he had to parade around naked last night, so he quickly scrambled for the blanket to cover himself and save some shred of dignity, yanking it from the mattress and leaving the other naked instead.

Whatever comeback he’d prepared died instantly as both sets of eyes dropped to the uncovered sheets, taking in the sizeable wet stain; Sasuke reddening further, Kakashi smirking wider.

“Looks like a laundry day.”

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Twenty minutes later, after enduring constant gropes, leers, and sexual overtones, Sasuke had finally succeeded in getting Kakashi out of bed. The man had no qualms about waltzing around naked in front of his former pupil, it seemed, taking no time to sift in his drawers for clothes just now. Sauntering leisurely from the room, he made a beeline for the kitchen, Sasuke following closely behind.

Wasting another several minutes, the jounin began his search in cabinets and drawers for anything edible. Sasuke forced himself to avert his eyes several times whenever Kakashi felt the need to bend over and examine something below eyelevel. Upon perusing the final shelf, the man spun around to recline lazily against the counter, once again appearing nonchalant about his nakedness. “I guess you’re right, there is no food here.”

Had they not been too busy concealing his body with the comforter, Sasuke would have crossed his arms smugly. Instead he opted for a complacent smirk, “I told you.”

Kakashi shrugged, pushing off the counter and crossing to where Sasuke stood, purposefully giving him an eyeful. “Guess I’ll head out then. Can I trust you to stay here without running away?” He bent down, rubbing his mouth teasingly across an exposed shoulder, licking just barely before pulling away, “Or will I have to tie you to the bed?”

Sasuke scowled, more in confused deduction than in actual anger. He’s more perverted than usual. Jerking his shoulder so the blanket now covered it, he turned his head away conceitedly, “That won’t be necessary.” There really was no need to tell Kakashi how much his uninhibited sexual statements threw off his train of thought…or about the images they induced.

Back in the bedroom, Kakashi rummaged through his drawers for some spare clothes. Casting a knowing glance back, he was pleased to see Sasuke immediately look away, and showed it by his toothy grin. Honestly, he expected the Uchiha to be staring more at his face than his ass, but go figure. Still, he couldn’t help but rile him up a bit more. “You sure you don’t want to shower with me? Conserves water and lowers my bill.”

Sasuke still refused to look back in his direction, pulling the blanket tighter around him from his perch at the end of the bed. His cock had been standing up in his lap since he’d sat down, the visuals Kakashi provided finally inciting a physical reaction—one he’d like to keep to himself as much as possible. As much as he’d like to jump right in there and let the man ravish him, it would take up a lot more time and his stomach was feeling murderous already.

“No. Now hurry up.”

He sat there for what felt like hours, erection having deflated once again now that Kakashi was gone and hunger took over. His growling abdomen seemed to echo in the room, the entire apartment silent other than the jounin’s distant fumbling with stuff in the bathroom. Lying back only seemed to make it hurt worse, so he remained upright albeit hunched over.

“Hey…did you fall asleep?”

Sasuke hadn’t even realized he’d shut his eyes. Upon opening them, Kakashi was fully dressed and masked once again, standing in the doorway. He stepped into the room, collecting his discarded forehead protector and snatching a random book from the crammed shelf.

Still seated, Sasuke made a face. “You don’t need that,” he muttered, tilting his head toward the purple-covered novel.

Kakashi stared at the object in his hand, appearing to contemplate something. “You’re right,” he said, heading back to the bookshelf. Placing it back exactly where it was, he exchanged it for the blue one next to it. “This one is much more appropriate.”

He knows that’s not what I meant. Sasuke said nothing more, only shaking his head exasperatedly.

Just before disappearing, Kakashi paused in the doorway, devilish grin showing despite seventy-five percent of his face being covered up. “Don’t worry,” he stated, holding the book in front of him, “this will give me ideas for when I get back. I’ve still got convincing to do.”

Sasuke still refused to say anything, waiting until he heard the slam of the front door closing, and then smiled despite himself. Kakashi was always, and will always be, Kakashi. He stood, now that he was alone, dropping the blankets in a heap at the edge of the bed. Against better judgment, a curious glance was thrown back towards the mattress. The stain had long since dried, but was still as prominent as ever. A shiver of disgust wracked his body subconsciously. He needed a shower.

The spray of the water felt just as good as last night. Although his muscles—well most of them—were no longer sore, the soothing heat was just as pleasant against his skin as before. It was hard to admit to himself, however, that after enduring several years of training one morning of sexual activity had him aching more than he could ever remember. His entire backside along with the lowermost part of his spine would throb every couple of seconds and the bruised skin of his neck Kakashi had attempted to devour tingled with pricks of pain whenever he leaned his head too far to the right.

Reluctantly, he quickly exited the shower before he really did run up Kakashi’s water bill, drying swiftly with a towel. The clothes he’d pilfered from the man’s drawer were embarrassingly long on him. Though suitably fitted, the sleeves of the plain black shirt hung down past his fingers, forcing Sasuke to roll them up slightly in order to use his hands. The same could be said about the off-white pants, along with the fact that they hung dangerously low, hips not quite wide enough to fill them out. Still, it was the only thing available because Kakashi wasn’t kidding when he said he had to do laundry.

Bending down to pick up last night’s stolen uniform that still lay crumpled in the middle of the bathroom floor, Sasuke huffed to himself, annoyed that the action required one of his hands to secure his waistband so his own pants didn’t drop completely. Clothes in hand, he waltzed back into Kakashi’s room, tossing them carelessly on the floor next to last night’s abandoned garments. Right now his mind was set on finding a belt. Absently, he recalled noticing one amongst the various objects on the coat rack.

It took a lot of searching, but eventually he found it buried under Kakashi’s bag. The thin leather strip appeared brand new, material showing no creases from use. But it worked just fine for now. Once secured, Sasuke remained stationary, pondering what he should do upon waiting for the jounin’s return. He supposed he could go back to sleep, but it would be difficult with how hungry he was. His stomach had seemed to give up temporarily, having not uttered a sound since he’d left the bathroom, but it still felt just as empty.

There really was nothing else to do. This apartment was relatively low on the entertainment scale, it seemed. Two steps down the hall and Sasuke froze. He could hear voices…and footsteps, the thump of someone coming up stairs. Nearly colliding with the door in his urgency, he inspected all knobs and latches on the door, relieved that Kakashi at least had the common sense to lock all of them.

The sounds abruptly stopped. Maybe he was being too paranoid. Lots of people lived in the building, after all. It really was unlikely they were here to—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He froze.

“Kaka-sensei! We’re back, let us in!”

“Naruto, stop being so loud. He was just discharged this morning, he’s probably asleep!”

Sasuke felt his ears close up in alarm, heart rate accelerating rapidly. They’re back already?! His mind began to race, thinking up excuses, some sort of explanation should they come in here. Wait a minute…He suddenly wanted to smack himself for panicking. They couldn’t get in here, everything was locked. A near-comical breath of relief went through him. Now he just had to wait until they went away.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Open up! We know you’re home, stop being lazy!”

“Naruto! Stop it!”

“But Sakura-chan, we gotta tell him about Sasuke.”

Behind the door, Sasuke rolled his eyes. Like he doesn’t know already.

“He’s going to find out anyway, we’re supposed to let him rest, remember?”

“Che, like I ever listen to what Baa-chan says.” Bang! Bang! “Open the door!”

“Naruto!” she was getting angry. “If you don’t let him rest, it’ll take even longer for him to recover!”

“But he’s in there! You know how he is, Sakura-chaaaan, he’s probably reading his perverted books.”

“Well, maybe…”

“Exactly! Here, I know where his spare key is, hop on my shoulders!”

Sasuke felt his heart begin to race again. Naruto was being as persistent as always, he should have expected him not to just walk away so easily. Expect it or not, though, this situation was about to get very complicated. Slowly, he backed away from the door, panicking all over again.

“Don’t touch me, baka!” There was a loud slapping sound, followed by an injured bellow. “Forget it! I’m not getting in trouble because of you.”

“Fine. Kage Bunshin no Justsu!” A low poof was muffled through the door, and Sasuke felt his level of anxiety rise. “I can do it on my own!”

Fuck! He could hear Naruto grappling above the doorframe. Swiveling around, his eyes swung jerkily from one place to another. He needed to hide. His mind still wasn’t concrete on whether he wanted to stay, and encountering them this soon…wasn’t something he could handle. Just before he could bolt for the bathroom, the only other door with an internal lock, another voice drifted into his ears.

“Breaking and entering? I can’t say I’d put it past you.”

It was Kakashi. Sasuke felt himself nearly fall over, having halted mid-sprint. He couldn’t have asked for better timing. Now if only the man could get rid of them.

“Told you, Sakura-chan. He’s not resting at all, he was out shopping!”

“Sensei, you really should be taking it easy.”

“My eye’s covered, Sakura, no need to worry about me.”

Stop conversing and get rid of them already!

“Kaka-sensei, what’s in the bag?”

“Food. I’m all out, so I had to get some.”

“Is it ramen?! Can I stay for lunch, pleeeease?”

“Naruto! You can’t just—”

“Not ramen. And, no, you can’t.”

Sasuke smirked, nobody was going to eat his food but him.

Naruto was whining rather loudly now, the door doing nothing to muffle his voice any longer. “But why not?! You haven’t seen us, don’t you want to know what happened while we were gone?”

“Of course I do. But Jiraiya came by earlier looking for you. Better go see what he wants first.”

“Ero-sennin?! Maybe he wants to teach me more stuff!” The fading of scurried footsteps easily told him Naruto was now out of the picture.

There was a slight pause, likely stemming from the other two watching Naruto leave. Finally, Kakashi spoke.

“Sakura, could you go tell the Hokage I’ll need a few more days? Even that little trip has worn me out. It seems I’m still not fully-recovered.”

“Sure sensei, but please try to rest. We want you to come with us for our next mission. In the meantime, I’ll keep Naruto away as best as I can.”

“I promise I won’t go anywhere else today. Thanks, Sakura.”

Another set of footsteps pattered away, this time much less rushed, light pace a direct contrast to Naruto’s heavy stomps. Sasuke knew Kakashi was waiting for her to round the corner before opening the door. Sure enough, after a minute or so, he heard the sound of a key disengaging a lock before the door swung open slowly.

Kakashi stepped in, taking in the sight of Sasuke in his clothes, visible eye belying his concealed smile. “Sasuke-kun.” Swinging the door shut behind him, he walked forward until he was just in front of the shorter boy. “Were you waiting for me, or just eavesdropping?”

Huffing, Sasuke plucked the paper bag from the jounin’s arm, uncaring of how immature he looked while peering eagerly inside it. “Neither. I was waiting for you to get rid of them.”

“Ah, well, mission accomplished.” Moving past Sasuke, Kakashi plopped exhaustedly down on his leather couch, frowning slightly over the papers sticking out from the cushions, but too worn out to do anything about them.

Sasuke followed him, hesitating at the entrance to the living room. Kakashi had situated himself right in the middle, spread out rather heftily on the furniture. Part of the Uchiha’s mind told him to just go and sit over there, but the other part, the one overly concerned with personal space, told him otherwise. Rather than look stupid just standing there, he decided to speak, “You’re a pretty smooth talker.”

“Yeah well, if I wasn’t, we’d have a number of problems right now, wouldn’t we?”

Scowling, Sasuke reminded himself not to feel so lonely the next time Kakashi left because the only thing he would be missing were these smart-assed remarks. “Whatever,” he mumbled, digging into the bag again. Off to the side of the container of food was a slim object. Extracting it, he recognized it as a toothbrush with sudden relief. With knowledge that the man listened to his request, the Uchiha upgraded the jounin's unnecessary comments from obnoxious to tolerable. Placing the bag of food on the floor, he left silently for the bathroom.

Returning, and feeling a lot more refreshed now that his mouth was clean, he picked up the food once more and noticed Kakashi was nowhere in sight. A quick glance into the kitchen told him the man wasn’t there. Back in the living room, it was only then he observed the door to the balcony having been opened just enough to let a person through. Stepping over the threshold and closing the door swiftly behind him, he found that Kakashi was most certainly there, seated in a white chair against the railing.

“Why are you out here?” The sun was blaring right into Kakashi’s face from what Sasuke could tell based on the man’s squinted eye. Surely it would be several times easier being inside.

Raising his right hand that the other hadn’t noticed was clutching the ramen; Kakashi let it rest in his lap while he shrugged, blankly staring down at the little container. “It’s where I always eat. I don’t like being inside much, it stifles me.”

That explained why the kitchen table looked so inactive, because it was. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the small area, Sasuke couldn’t resist. “Maybe it’s just your mask,” he stated, flashing the other an amused look.

“Maybe,” Kakashi replied, looking up to meet the other’s gaze before laughing lightly. With his free hand, he grasped the tip of the material resting on the bridge of his nose and tugged it down until the entire piece of cloth bunched around his neck. It still felt weird not having that familiar weight on his face while in somebody else’s presence, but he was getting used to it. Closing his eye and inhaling an audible deep breath, he held it before exhaling sharply and looking back at Sasuke. “Nope it’s not.”

Sasuke just shook his head; not even realizing how large his smile had grown, looking down to finally take the food out of the bag. Settling it in his lap, it was only then that he saw just what Kakashi had gotten him. A dark eyebrow rose, eyes going back to the man again. “Sushi?”

Swallowing his mouthful of noodles, the jounin laughed nervously. “Well, I didn’t really know what you’d like. You don’t like ramen…and everybody likes ramen, so I figured you would like something nobody likes.”

That’s the worst logic I’ve ever heard. “People like sushi,” he muttered, purposefully leaving out that he was one of them.

“Nobody I know,” Kakashi replied, stuffing his mouth once more. “If you don’t like it you don’t have to eat it, I can run back out.”

He said it with such nonchalance that it made Sasuke feel guilty for giving the man a hard time when he’d picked out something he actually liked in the first place. Wracking his brain for something to say so Kakashi wouldn’t feel compelled to buy more food, while also not admitting just how much he enjoyed eating sushi, he mumbled, “That’s okay. If you go out there again you’ll only hear more reprimands from Sakura to stay in bed.”

“That’s true,” Kakashi responded. Pretending to be engrossed in the act of picking apart the contents of his food, he secretly watched Sasuke through his peripheral vision. A pleased feeling rose within him when the other began to ingest the seaweed-wrapped meat eagerly, not appearing to dislike it in the slightest. Still, he kept further comments to himself, preferring to observe amicably rather than antagonize the Uchiha more and initiate another round of glares.

They ate together in silence, Kakashi eventually having turned his chair to face Sasuke in order to escape the sun’s damage to his retina, leaving it to bounce harmlessly off the metal of his hitai-ite . The Uchiha calmly took in his surroundings, eyes falling to the cushioned bench Kakashi kept just against the wall and over to the neighbor’s balconies, seeing they were vacant, leaving him and the jounin to be the only ones sitting out here. Other than their chewing, he could hear the hustle and bustle on the street below, people casually out shopping or just visiting with friends. Finally he looked back to Kakashi, and suddenly felt his stomach turn under the influence of a jarring thought. “That ramen’s not from before you went to the hospital is it?” he questioned, turning his nose up slightly.

Kakashi grimaced in a mimic of the Uchiha’s expression, pausing mid-chew. “Of course not,” he declared over the food in his mouth, stopping to swallow heavily. “I bought it this morning before I came home.” The nauseated look took a while to dissolve from his face, just the thought of eating week-old food cutting off his appetite effectively and making him thankful he was almost finished.

“Sorry,” Sasuke muttered, sounding nothing of the sort, swallowing his own last bite, ravenous hunger causing him to finish before Kakashi despite starting later. Closing the container again, he bent to collect the discarded bag resting at his feet, brows furrowing when he felt something else roll around at the bottom of it previously undetected. In his curiosity, he missed the largely amused look that crossed Kakashi’s face when he pulled out the small blue tube. “What the hell is this?”

“Your new best friend.”


A/N: OOOOOO! Food wasn't the only thing Kakashi went shopping for! It’s really not a cliffhanger because I’m sure 99% of you guys already know what it is. And that 1% of you guys who don’t mostly likely have a good idea. But all will have to wait and be confirmed when I put up the next chapter which will definitely have the XXX action in it. I dunno when I’ll have it up though cuz my uncle died this week and real life is bothering me a lot and I’m writing something for Christmas allllll at the same time. But I still love you guys and love you even more when you review!!!!!!!

And I promise not to delete anybody’s on accident this time! (I’m still kicking myself)