A Shadow Darkly
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,169
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32
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Currently Reading:
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VI
VI
Sasuke woke with a start, a crick in his neck, and sore joints. He groaned softly, rolled a bit and looked toward the lump on the bed. Kakashi still lay there, dead asleep, probably late for whatever appointment he had for the day. Sasuke slowly stretched and got to his feet, still staring at the jounin. It could be a ploy – after all, he had beaten Sasuke up yesterday and he’d made the nukenin sleep on the floor, like a dog.
A dog, Sasuke thought bitterly. Where does he get off doing that?
Another stretch that popped a few joints made Sasuke purr, and he snuck out from the bedroom to the bathroom. Gingerly he stripped for a shower and slowly relaxed under the warm spray. When he emerged the first thing he noticed was that his clothes had vanished. Snarling, the Uchiha grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist for decency’s sake, and went in search of his captor. He found the lump of a jounin where he’d left him, unconscious beneath a sheet.
Sasuke kicked Kakashi off the bed.
He got a retaliatory punch in the stomach followed by four lightning quick taps to pressure points, rendering Sasuke immobile. Kakashi, in all his naked, jounin glory, glared at the incapacitated young man.
“You’re going to explain your disobedience, yes?” Kakashi asked coldly, completely oblivious - or ignoring – the fact he was completely nude.
Sasuke forced himself to keep his eyes well above waist-level. “Give me back my clothes.”
“I didn’t take them.”
“Of course not,” Sasuke said nastily, only now just getting motion back into his limbs. Kakashi’s open palm slapped against Sasuke’s face, sending the young man to the floor. Sasuke blinked at the sting of flesh connecting with flesh and slowly looked up at Kakashi.
“Don’t take that tone with me again, Sasuke.” Kakashi said, lazily moving to dress. Clothed, he grabbed or the towel around Sasuke’s waist and yanked.
The hell are you doing!?” Sasuke yelled, curling up on reflex to defend his vital spots. Kakashi merely grabbed the nukenin by the back of his neck and hauled him to his feet.
“Dogs don’t need clothes,” Kakashi said much too brightly. “And since you’re not a puppy anymore, I’m going to have to retrain you.”
“I’m not a fucking dog!” Sasuke tried to whirl, tried to get out of that iron grip, but Kakashi held him tight with a bruising grip.
The elder suddenly turned and slammed the nukenin against the wall, hand at his throat, choking him, Kakashi’s visible eye glared at Sasuke’s from above the mask he wore, making his gaze that much more sinister. Sasuke gave up struggling, but it didn’t stop him from trying to get free of that hurtful grip.
“How does it feel, Sasuke-kun,” Kakashi hissed, so very close now, so close their noses were almost touching, “to be so helpless? To be at the mercy of someone stronger than you?”
“Get this fucking collar off me and I’ll show you who is stronger.”
“You don’t get it, Uchiha, but you will.” Kakashi said quietly, letting Sasuke drop from his grip. “You’ll get your clothes back when you can behave like a good dog.”
Sasuke glared after Kakashi’s retreating back ad stood in place trembling or a while. Without clothes, Sasuke felt increasingly vulnerable and he didn’t want to leave the bedroom. But when the smells of breakfast began to waft into the room, his stomach made his decision for him. Sasuke left the bedroom feeling horribly self-conscious and bee-lined for the kitchen. Kakashi had one plate already set out on the table piled with eggs and bacon and hash browns, a sight Sasuke couldn’t resist. However, before he could even sit at the table, Kakashi’s fist rapped hard against his skull.
“Dogs eat on the floor,” Kakashi said, pointed to a sparsely filled plate waiting by the trashcan.
Sasuke nearly exploded. “I’m not a dog! I’m not going to eat of the floor and I’m not going to sleep on the floor! I demand-“
Sasuke felt his lips split against his teeth and Kakashi’s knuckles and his head snapped back, sending him to the floor in a heap. He spat out blood onto the hardwood and heated ebony glared up into blue and red. Kakashi bent a little, fingers wrapping around strands of black. The silver-haired jounin yanked Sasuke’s head back as far as he could without snapping his neck and leaned in close.
“You are in no position to demand anything, Sasuke. You take what I give you. You don’t like it, kill yourself. You really think there’s someone here who gives a damn about you? You’re a traitor, a murderer. -No one- is coming to your rescue. -No one- will hear your cries. -No one cares about you-.” Kakashi hissed in anger, contempt and hatred colouring his words. “So eat your damn breakfast, dog.”
Kakashi released Sasuke and shoved him over to the plate that waited on the floor, watching the brunette’s every motion. A few moments of tenseness were broken when Sasuke finally began to eat. Kakashi sat down to his own meal and muttered, “Good dog,”
Sasuke woke with a start, a crick in his neck, and sore joints. He groaned softly, rolled a bit and looked toward the lump on the bed. Kakashi still lay there, dead asleep, probably late for whatever appointment he had for the day. Sasuke slowly stretched and got to his feet, still staring at the jounin. It could be a ploy – after all, he had beaten Sasuke up yesterday and he’d made the nukenin sleep on the floor, like a dog.
A dog, Sasuke thought bitterly. Where does he get off doing that?
Another stretch that popped a few joints made Sasuke purr, and he snuck out from the bedroom to the bathroom. Gingerly he stripped for a shower and slowly relaxed under the warm spray. When he emerged the first thing he noticed was that his clothes had vanished. Snarling, the Uchiha grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist for decency’s sake, and went in search of his captor. He found the lump of a jounin where he’d left him, unconscious beneath a sheet.
Sasuke kicked Kakashi off the bed.
He got a retaliatory punch in the stomach followed by four lightning quick taps to pressure points, rendering Sasuke immobile. Kakashi, in all his naked, jounin glory, glared at the incapacitated young man.
“You’re going to explain your disobedience, yes?” Kakashi asked coldly, completely oblivious - or ignoring – the fact he was completely nude.
Sasuke forced himself to keep his eyes well above waist-level. “Give me back my clothes.”
“I didn’t take them.”
“Of course not,” Sasuke said nastily, only now just getting motion back into his limbs. Kakashi’s open palm slapped against Sasuke’s face, sending the young man to the floor. Sasuke blinked at the sting of flesh connecting with flesh and slowly looked up at Kakashi.
“Don’t take that tone with me again, Sasuke.” Kakashi said, lazily moving to dress. Clothed, he grabbed or the towel around Sasuke’s waist and yanked.
The hell are you doing!?” Sasuke yelled, curling up on reflex to defend his vital spots. Kakashi merely grabbed the nukenin by the back of his neck and hauled him to his feet.
“Dogs don’t need clothes,” Kakashi said much too brightly. “And since you’re not a puppy anymore, I’m going to have to retrain you.”
“I’m not a fucking dog!” Sasuke tried to whirl, tried to get out of that iron grip, but Kakashi held him tight with a bruising grip.
The elder suddenly turned and slammed the nukenin against the wall, hand at his throat, choking him, Kakashi’s visible eye glared at Sasuke’s from above the mask he wore, making his gaze that much more sinister. Sasuke gave up struggling, but it didn’t stop him from trying to get free of that hurtful grip.
“How does it feel, Sasuke-kun,” Kakashi hissed, so very close now, so close their noses were almost touching, “to be so helpless? To be at the mercy of someone stronger than you?”
“Get this fucking collar off me and I’ll show you who is stronger.”
“You don’t get it, Uchiha, but you will.” Kakashi said quietly, letting Sasuke drop from his grip. “You’ll get your clothes back when you can behave like a good dog.”
Sasuke glared after Kakashi’s retreating back ad stood in place trembling or a while. Without clothes, Sasuke felt increasingly vulnerable and he didn’t want to leave the bedroom. But when the smells of breakfast began to waft into the room, his stomach made his decision for him. Sasuke left the bedroom feeling horribly self-conscious and bee-lined for the kitchen. Kakashi had one plate already set out on the table piled with eggs and bacon and hash browns, a sight Sasuke couldn’t resist. However, before he could even sit at the table, Kakashi’s fist rapped hard against his skull.
“Dogs eat on the floor,” Kakashi said, pointed to a sparsely filled plate waiting by the trashcan.
Sasuke nearly exploded. “I’m not a dog! I’m not going to eat of the floor and I’m not going to sleep on the floor! I demand-“
Sasuke felt his lips split against his teeth and Kakashi’s knuckles and his head snapped back, sending him to the floor in a heap. He spat out blood onto the hardwood and heated ebony glared up into blue and red. Kakashi bent a little, fingers wrapping around strands of black. The silver-haired jounin yanked Sasuke’s head back as far as he could without snapping his neck and leaned in close.
“You are in no position to demand anything, Sasuke. You take what I give you. You don’t like it, kill yourself. You really think there’s someone here who gives a damn about you? You’re a traitor, a murderer. -No one- is coming to your rescue. -No one- will hear your cries. -No one cares about you-.” Kakashi hissed in anger, contempt and hatred colouring his words. “So eat your damn breakfast, dog.”
Kakashi released Sasuke and shoved him over to the plate that waited on the floor, watching the brunette’s every motion. A few moments of tenseness were broken when Sasuke finally began to eat. Kakashi sat down to his own meal and muttered, “Good dog,”