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Shizune was definitely right: Sasuke had done nothing to punish the village he so clearly loathed, yet their sparring sessions did lack a degree of control; Sasuke was careful not kill him, but Kakashi always—always—came home with something bleeding or broken. Even with a scratched up back, Sasuke summoned him to fight the very next day.
He went to Shizune again to have his back treated to make the scars as small as possible and for some extra padding in case Sasuke insisted on aiming for his back again. And he gave her back her scarf. Sakura still didn’t suspect that Sasuke had taken his revenge and especially what form that revenge took.
Keeping Sakura from finding out about the bandages meant no sex, but Kakashi had plenty of that recently. Kakashi knew he was being petulant, but he really didn’t care. He wouldn’t tell Sakura anything or even let her see that his back was bandaged.
However, brushing Sakura off for an extended amount of time, even after his back was healed with nothing but six thin white lines, even he was getting a case of blue balls.
The Hokage tower was finally finished and two days after that the memorial was finished. Kakashi inspected it and approved. He hoped Sasuke would like it. He took out the scroll and summoned Sasuke. The green sphere appeared. It was quite beautiful actually. He remembered that Sasuke said it could take days or weeks for Sasuke to notice he was being summoned. Kakashi worked as he waited in his new office. Sasuke arrived after sunset.
“Took long enough,” Sasuke said as he looked around. “I would think erecting the tower first would help more with moral.”
“The memorial is also finished.”
That took the sardonic look from Sasuke’s face. “Show me.”
Kakashi escorted him through the tower and out the back toward the cliff. They could both feel ANBU surrounding them, waiting for an opportunity to strike at Sasuke. Kakashi gave them a signal to leave them once they were outside.
Sasuke was surprised by the memorial. He’d expected a simple carving into the base of the cliff, but this was a plaza. No wonder it took so freaking long. It was a spacious park with cherry trees not yet in bloom. It was lovely. Carved into the cliff was the actual memorial flanked by a pair of lit torches. It was a large bird perched on a stone tablet in front of a sun with its wings out more like a phoenix than a raven.
“We thought the raven would be appropriate,” Kakashi said. “It was his summon and though they are thought to bring death, as a good shinobi does, it’s also thought to be a guide* and represent intelligence and cunning. I hope you approve. If you don’t, we can change it.”
Sasuke looked down at the tablet. The ANBU symbol was at the top rather than the Konoha leaf then his brother’s name and underneath:
Dedicated to Uchiha Itachi and all those who exist always in the shadows and sacrifice everything to preserve peace. Sasuke nodded to Kakashi. “Leave me.”
Kakashi obeyed. He was still walking when he heard Sasuke’s voice. “Just how disappointed are you in me?” Kakashi focused on his hearing as he moved a few more feet away, but Sasuke was silent. He stopped at a railing and leaned against it. He turned to look at Sasuke out of the corner of his normal eye. Sasuke was just looking at the memorial. Kakashi wanted to ask him where his brother’s body was, but was sure that if Sasuke knew or if it wasn’t cremated, the memorial would be there or the body here.
Kakashi looked away and then heard Sasuke’s voice once more.
“You hate me now, don’t you? Everyone does. That doesn’t that bother me. I wonder if it ever bothered you.”
Sasuke was doing it again, reminding Kakashi of himself. Kakashi still visited the shinobi memorial to speak with Obito and the rest of his team. He asked similar questions. What did they think of him now?
Kakashi was still musing when Sasuke came up to him. He was a little shocked to see that the rims of Sasuke’s eyes were red. He’d forgotten that the root of all Sasuke’s rage and revenge was love, love for his brother. The measure of his rage had been a measure of how much Sasuke had loved Itachi. It shouldn’t surprise him that Sasuke had been crying in front of his brother’s memorial. Sasuke refused to look at him straight on, but kept his face turned to the side.
“Thank you, it’s lovely. I think Itachi would have liked it.” Sasuke vanished.
Kakashi went back to the memorial itself and looked at the ground where Sasuke stood. Teardrops. So the bastard could still feel.
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“Did Sasuke like it?” Sakura asked when Kakashi came home.
“Yes. Maybe he’ll leave everyone alone for a while.”
“Did he say anything about your eye? Anything about the Kage meeting?”
“Humph. He did that a week ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“You were asleep.”
“What?”
“No one seemed to notice I was gone for a few hours. You were asleep and I saw no reason to wake you.”
She held her breath for a moment. “You’re eye?”
“It’s still there.” He never had any reason to open the eye so she would not have seen it. “He took some revenge though.”
“What did he do?”
“The wounds have healed, doesn’t matter.”
“I should have noticed.”
Yeah, you should have, he thought. But he wasn’t feeling as petulant anymore; she felt bad enough. “It’s fine. There was nothing you could do. Sasuke’s content, that’s all that matters now.”
They got into bed and neither fell asleep.
Damn, this is awkward, Kakashi thought. He sighed. “Sasuke prepared to claw out my eye, but since I didn’t protest, he let me keep it. That’s all.”
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Thank you.”
Sakura turned and curled around his arm. She kissed the ANBU tattoo on his left bicep. Why the fuck not? As a small part of him had hoped Sasuke might ‘thank’ him, he might as well indulge Sakura and himself.
Even without his experiences with Sasuke, sex with Sakura was pretty boring. She wasn’t a virgin and he often wondered—as he did with Sasuke—who had taken his student’s virginity. But he didn’t ask. Though, just because she wasn’t ‘intact’ didn’t mean she wasn’t a virgin; just the physical activity of being a shinobi was enough to tear a virgin. He didn’t like to think that he’d taken her as a virgin.
She wasn’t adventurous at all. Missionary, only missionary. And no matter how many times he gave her oral, she never reciprocated. Boring, though enough to satisfy him. Enough to fall asleep easily afterward.
But in his dreams, he felt a presence hovering over his back and someone breathing over his shoulder as he lay on his stomach.
He couldn’t help asking Sakura the next day if he spoke in his sleep.
“No, not that I’ve ever heard.”
“Good..”
“May I ask?”
“No.”
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Whatever reprieve he might have expected from Sasuke didn’t happen. Sasuke was more violent than ever before. Kakashi tried to hide it from Sakura; he didn’t want her worrying over him. Not that she had any great burdens like he did; he just couldn’t stomach her sympathy.
As it was, a vicious series of hits to his abdomen the day after Sasuke visited the memorial for the first time were making it hard for him to keep any food down. He was concerned when a day later he was still running off to vomit after every meal. It was like his insides were tightening up. It annoyed him how often he had to pull his damn mask down. But he was never so relieved to have it than now to hide behind. And not just the wounds.
He rinsed out his mouth and his lips. He looked into the mirror. The bruise on his cheek had become a brownish yellow, but he was nursing new wounds from the morning which left him with a fractured arm among other lesser wounds. He looked—and felt—like an abused wife. He leaned down to support himself on his elbows on the sink; all he could see was his normal eye and headband in the bottom of the mirror. He tore off the headband and threw it aside. He opened his mismatched eyes.
One reason he kept Obito’s eye covered was that it had the same habit as Obito; it teared up whenever he felt any pain or sadness. His normal eye was trained to never show such emotion, but Obito’s eye was too much like it’s original owner. Tears were running out of just that eye. How long would this last? Hiding it from Sakura made it worse. It was like another shameful secret haunting him.
Sakura wasn’t oblivious to his depression and the fact he stopped taking his mask off at all, just pulling it down between bites during meals. She tried to be upbeat, but felt she was only succeeding in being annoying.
“Maybe you should summon Pakkun and the others and spend some time with them,” she suggested. “I haven’t seen Pakkun in a long time.”
“I summon them when you’re on missions.” She was offended by that. “Keeps me from being lonely while you’re gone.” That made her feel a lot better. He did value her after all.
“Is there anything I can do to help? I really rather help you than go on missions.”
“There’s nothing.”
“Is it Sasuke?”
“It’s always Sasuke.”
“I thought he’d leave you alone once the memorial was built.”
“So did I.”
The conversation was going nowhere. Kakashi really had lost all that jaunty humor and his laid back persona, but she still loved him. She loved him more in fact. She was just frustrated that she could do nothing at all to help him. She wondered if she was making things worse by being a reminder of happier days. Sakura liked that about Kakashi, but he didn’t seem to ever be reminded of those days, or if he did, they didn’t make him happy, just sadder. She was overwhelmed by the same feeling she had nearly a year ago; she was certain she was capable of saving everyone so much misery if she just killed Sasuke. But she knew she was powerless against him. She was useless.
Kakashi went back to his office. He was spending a lot more time in there and away from her.
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The next night, Gai barged into the Hokage office and was about to speak when he realized Kakashi was asleep in his chair. He might have just left him to sleep, but he saw a bruise peeking out above Kakashi’s mask. Having arrested his attention, Gai then saw lumps under the mask on his neck. Bandages.
“Kak—”
An ANBU appeared and put a hand over Gai’s mouth. “Let him sleep.”
The ANBU took his hand away and Gai asked softly, “What happened?” Kakashi shifted slightly as he slept.
The ANBU led Gai out of the room. “He was summoned by Sasuke again today, three days in a row. He’s says he’s alright, that they’ll all superficial wounds, but he summoned Shizune-san. He’s exhausted and on painkillers; that’s why he didn’t wake up when you entered.”
“Shouldn’t he sleep properly then, in bed?”
“He doesn’t want Sakura to see the wounds. He’s determined to sleep in his office until wounds heal a bit. He keeps saying that, but he keeps acquiring new wounds.”
“What did Sasuke do to him?”
“He said they sparred and Sasuke does not go easy on him.”
“I don’t like this at all.”
“No one does. But Kakashi is probably the only person keeping Sasuke away from us. I understand he does not mettle as much with us as he does the other villages. Kakashi is holding him off. All we can do is support him. And let him sleep.”
“Hai.”
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Kakashi still looked a little doped when Gai returned to Kakashi’s office the next day. Even his wild straw-like hair seemed to be sagging. He didn’t look well at all.
“I was told you visited last night,” Kakashi said.
“Are you really alright?”
Kakashi rubbed at a very slight discomfort in his right shoulder. “Sasuke doesn’t hold back. I got a good dose of my own Chidori. He’s careful not to injure me too badly; he doesn’t want me dead.” Kakashi fell into a musing tone. “He spared our lives—Sakura, Naruto, and I—but not out of mercy; he did it to make us suffer. I don’t really understand it. Why us? We had nothing to do with Itachi. We never did anything to harm or offend him while he was with us. I don’t understand it. He admitted Naruto was a friend and thanked Sakura sincerely before he left. Why does he hate us?”
“I think he’s gone insane,” Gai said, more serious than normal. “All this with Itachi . . .”
“He seems sane. I deal with him more than anyone else. I think he’s sane. He’s just so full of resentment. You know, he’s all alone up there. I’ve never seen a single person in that fortress. He’s locked himself away.”
“You sound sorry for him.”
“He’s was still my student. Imagine if it were Lee.”
Gai nodded. “I can understand that.”
“My greatest failure. I didn’t try hard enough to sway him from his path of revenge. Itachi didn’t make it easy. All I wanted was to save Sasuke. Not train Naruto and Sakura, but to train and save Sasuke.”
“You did teach him your one original technique. Lee is like a son to me; Sasuke was the same for you.”
“Yes. I loved him nearly as much as you love Lee. But now?” Kakashi shook his head. “I don’t want to think of Sasuke when I’m not summoned by him.”
“Right.”
“What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
“I just haven’t seen you since you all came home.”
That’s right, Gai hadn’t been captured. He wasn’t sure if Gai had ran off or just came home when everything was over managing to avoid death and surrender. What did it matter?
“I thought you must be working yourself to death or just bored stuck in this tower all the time. I thought we should have a little contest.”
“Ah. I should go outside I suppose. I go for a run with my pack once, maybe twice, a week, but I don’t leave besides that. That and Sasuke. But I’m sure you would win any contest. I accept. But not today.”
“Let me know when, I’m always up for it!” Gai announced in his accustomed cheer.
How could he and Sakura be cheerful? Right, no Sasuke pulling their strings. He couldn’t stop the bitterness. He hated them all. He hated the village he was shielding.
But was he really? Sasuke never threatened the village or anyone in it. That didn’t change the fact he was a whipping boy. Could anyone blame him if he ran away? Yes, they would. But he could never be free of Sasuke. Even if he burned away this seal on his shoulder, Sasuke could use that time/space jutsu to find him and haul him back.
But then Kakashi wondered if that was what Sasuke wanted. Was he trying to make Kakashi hate Konoha as much as he did? It was certainly possible; the Uchiha were known for psychological torture. He wouldn’t past Sasuke.
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Gai nodded. “We all support you, Lord Hokage,” he said seriously.
“Thank you.”
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Kakashi had had enough. Sasuke summoned him straight to his training room again, but Kakashi refused change to his eye patch or take a defense or attack posture.
“No, Sasuke. I won’t fight.”
Sasuke hard eyes softened a bit and he sheathed his sword. “If not a fight . . .”
Sasuke closed on him. That was fine, let Sasuke rape him. It didn’t hurt very much anymore and, quite frankly, he was coming to desire it. He wouldn’t let Sakura see his injuries so he hadn’t had sex in a while. Sasuke kissed him and he allowed it, but made no effort to encourage him. Then Sasuke pulled him along to his bedroom.
Kakashi lay down and was determined to just lie there and let Sasuke do what he wanted. Sasuke didn’t seem put off by the idea. He left the lights on. Kakashi shut his eyes.
Sasuke pulled away the simple civilian shirt and started rolling up his shirt/mask then suddenly stopped. Kakashi opened his eyes wondering why Sasuke had stopped. He was staring at his abdomen.
“I didn’t realize your injuries were this bad.”
“You can hear and feel when you break my bones, but you’re put off by the bruises?”
“I really didn’t realize. You know, I do expect more fight from you. Why don’t you defend yourself better?”
“As if this is my fault.”
Sasuke was silent as he pulled the shirt/mask back down. He turned to sit with his back to Kakashi. “I ordered that memorial built because I wanted to rub Konoha’s nose in the fact their leaders forced a child to slaughter one of its own clans. I wanted them all to know. It wasn’t for me. But I loved my brother. He was my world. I loved him even more than my mother. When I see that memorial, I think about him and it hurts. My grief comes back and I’m filled with rage again. I hate that village.
Hokage.
“Get up; I’ll send you home.”
He sent Kakashi to him rooms in the Hokage tower rather than his office. Kakashi was stunned. Sasuke was . . . contrite. That had been as good as an apology.
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Two weeks of no summonses and Kakashi finally healed. After that, Sasuke eased off him; not summoning him as often and not beating him quite so brutally. The fact Sasuke all but apologized lifted Kakashi’s spirits and he put a little more effort into their sparring matches. But they had yet to have sex since Sasuke shredded his back. Until a sudden summon late one morning.
“I don’t have much time,” Sasuke said to him the moment he appeared before him.
Kakashi realized that they were in the throne room, not the bedroom, but he knew from Sasuke’s statement that he was there for only one thing. Sasuke got behind him and pushed him forward against the seat of the throne.
“It’s been a while,” Sasuke said as he bent over Kakashi, grabbing his crotch and pleased to feel through his pants that he was getting hard. Sasuke straightened and Kakashi heard the swish of Sasuke’s belt and the fall of his clothes to the floor. Then Sasuke started pulling at his clothes.
Quick prep and Sasuke was inside of him. Kakashi braced himself with his arms and his head against his arms.
Sasuke pushed Kakashi’s shirt/mask up to expose his back. He saw the ends of the thin scars he’d left as he did so. He ran his fingers down what he could see of the scars.
Sasuke paused. “Nice work. Almost invisible. Sakura?”
“Shizune.”
“The one glaring at me when I tossed the last Hokage down that hill? I’m impressed. You stopped her from attacking me.”
“I didn’t want her to get killed too.”
“Hmmm, noble.” Sasuke started moving again. Now that Sasuke felt he broke Kakashi back in with his slower pace, he proved he was in a rush and sped up. At least Sasuke was somewhat affectionate, laying over him and feeling up his abdomen. It felt good.
Sasuke pushed Kakashi’s clothes further up to rub his cheek into Kakashi’s skin and he rubbed his exposed and masked body. Kakashi groaned when Sasuke’s thrust made him see stars.
“Don’t cum. You do and you’re licking it off the floor.”
Kakashi feared Sasuke was serious and that it meant he was to send him home with a wicked hard on. However, the idea of licking his own cum off the floor in front of Sasuke almost made Kakashi cum; reverting just a little to his old perverted self. As good as it might feel to call his bluff, he judged it better to hold off. And he was right.
Sasuke’s thrusts came faster and harder and his hold on Kakashi’s body grew stronger. As far as Kakashi knew, they were alone in this fortress, but Sasuke bit back a cry and grunted as he cam inside his former sensei. Sasuke pulled out.
“Tighten up, stand up, and turn around,” Sasuke ordered in a breathless voice.
Kakashi obeyed and was shocked when Sasuke dropped to his knees and took Kakashi’s leaking erection into his mouth. Kakashi reached back to grab the armrests of the throne to support himself. All too quickly, Kakashi struggled to say, “Sasuke, I’m . . .” Sasuke sucked harder and looked up into Kakashi’s eyes. His eyes were flirtatious and challenging. Kakashi couldn’t hold back any further. Sasuke swallowed every drop. He gave Kakashi’s cock one long final suck from root to tip, his lips giving off an audible smack as they slid off the head.
“Now hurry and get dressed,” Sasuke said as he stood and started pulling up and adjusting his clothing. “I’ve got work to do. I’ve got to deal with the Raikage and I don’t want to deal with him while I have an erection or cum on my floor. Don’t care if he smells sex though; might throw him off balance a bit.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Kakashi was shocked by his own words, but they didn’t faze Sasuke.
“No, I can handle the Jinchûriki.”
Clothes back in their proper place, Kakashi was sent back to his office. Kakashi wondered, first off, why Sasuke was bringing Killer Bee to his fortress? Then why the hell Kakashi was concerned enough to ask if Sasuke wanted backup? Then lastly, he wondered about Sasuke sucking him off. That was the first time he’d done it and it almost seemed like Sasuke had enjoyed it.
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Whatever passed between Sasuke and Killer Bee was not so serious for Kakashi to hear of it. He was tempted to contact the Jinchûriki to try and weasel out what had happened.
A few nights later he was having sex with Sakura. He ate her out and made love to her through two orgasms to his one.
Afterward, he slipped on his boxers and settled down to sleep. He just fell asleep when he fell to the floor as if the bed had been pulled from beneath him. He hit the ground hard. As soon as he opened his eye, he knew he was in Sasuke’s bedroom. He sat up. Sasuke was sitting at the foot of his bed fully clothed with his legs crossed looking down at him. He was as unreadable as always.
“Yo.”
Kakashi didn’t like how Sasuke had appropriated his own greeting; he’d used it before and it annoyed him. He stood.
“Since you’re already dressed down . . .” Sasuke suddenly appeared behind him. He pressed Kakashi forward onto the bed. Sasuke started to strip. It was obvious he had planned to do this from the moment he decided to bring him here no matter Kakashi’s state of dress, but Sasuke was fully clothed. Kakashi knew a show of dominance when he saw one. Kakashi couldn’t help watching as Sasuke stripped in front of him nor could he help the lustful look in his eyes.
Sasuke got on the bed and herded him to lay the way he wanted. He sniffed at Kakashi’s face then he moved to pull the boxers down and off. He hovered over Kakashi’s hips, lowering his face to Kakashi’s cock.
“I smell her on you. Did I interrupt something?”
“No.”
Sasuke hummed with amusement. He took a deep breath through his nose as if admiring a fine glass of wine, then took Kakashi into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it then disengaged.
“So that’s what she tastes like.”
Kakashi was angry. It felt as if that was a violation of Sakura; Sasuke’s tasting her most private areas felt like Sasuke had molested her, raped her. Kakashi looked down the length of his body into Sasuke’s face. Sasuke’s eyes filled with darkness and challenge. He was asking Kakashi to defy him, challenging him to hit him or attack him in some way. But Kakashi just glared.
Sasuke lowered his head again and nudged the head of Kakashi’s cock with his cheek, pulling his cheek and the edge of his lips over it in a way that was something between loving and sluty. He took him into his mouth and expertly sucked him, hollowing his cheeks to caress him with the silken texture of the inside of Sasuke’s mouth. Fuck! It felt so good! Kakashi wanted nothing but that mouth on him. Why was Sasuke so good at this?
He started humming. This was only the second time Sasuke had given him a blow job, but there was no comparison: last time he merely wanted to get him off, this time he was showing off. Kakashi’d been serviced by many women in the past, either keeping his mask on or ensuring the room was pitch back so as to keep his face hidden, but he’d never been given such a skillful and pleasurable blow job before. Sasuke knew how to use his tongue, his lips, to vary the strength of his sucking, how to hallow his cheeks so much that the silk insides of his cheeks caressed his cock, how to take him all the way down his throat, use his hands on the lower portions of his cock, and even how to use his teeth without it being painful. It was incredible.
Kakashi tried to reach down to grab Sasuke’s hair, but couldn’t reach with his spine bowed backward so he gripped the bedding instead. He writhed in mind blowing pleasure. That heavenly mouth . . .
“Sas-ahh . . .” He couldn’t speak. “I’m . . .” His hips struggled to thrust against Sasuke’s now restraining hands. Sasuke knew and only sucked harder. Kakashi cried out. Sasuke sucked every last drop out of him, adding his hand to milk him once Kakashi’s hips settled down. He swirled his tongue one last time around the head and then disengaged.
Sasuke’s lips were swollen and bruised and utterly beautiful when he moved so that his head hovered over Kakashi’s abdomen. “Sakura doesn’t give blow jobs, does she? You enjoy it way too much.”
Part of Kakashi wanted to argue that Sasuke was just that good, but he didn’t want to answer him at all when the question referred to Sakura.
“I see,” Sasuke said smirking as if he’d read Kakashi’s every thought. He moved up and kissed him. There were still remnants of cum in Sasuke’s mouth and Kakashi aimed for them. Between the semen and Sasuke’s spicy flavor, Sakura’s taste was fading fast.
Kakashi was so lost in Sasuke’s forceful kiss that he raised a hand up to touch the side of his ribs. He surprised himself by getting hard for the third time tonight. He wanted Sasuke. He stopped being submissive in the kiss and started pulling and teasing Sasuke’s tongue deeper, trying to take control. Sasuke gave in and let Kakashi lead for a while, but then wrenched back control.
After dominating the kiss for a while, Sasuke broke it. “What do you want?” he asked softly, still wanting Kakashi to admit verbally how much he wanted it. But Kakashi would say nothing. “Then I should just send you home.” Sasuke pulled away. Kakashi remained silent. He was a little fearful of being sent back in this state—naked and half hard—but Sasuke never backed up such a threat before. He knew he was Sasuke’s only lover. Or at least the only one he brought to his bedroom. He felt comfortable calling his bluff.
But fuck he wanted it. “You always bluff then do exactly what you want to do.” Kakashi was still breathless from the kiss.
Sasuke grabbed Kakashi’s hair, rolled onto his back, pulling Kakashi down to his hips. Kakashi didn’t need to be told. He tried to mimic Sasuke, though he lacked his innate skill. It was still enough to make Sasuke cum. But that was not enough to sate Sasuke, who was still partially hard.
Kakashi couched between Sasuke’s legs while Sasuke reveled in the afterglow of his blowjob. Kakashi stared at his ghostly white face with the reddened lips, and relaxed eyes and brow.
Sasuke opened his black eyes. “Get up here.”
Kakashi crawled up beside him. Before he could lie down, Sasuke got behind him. He pressed Kakashi’s chest down, keeping his hips up. Sasuke leaned down and was breathing over his shoulder as Kakashi had dreamed. He suppressed a groan. Sasuke moved to the side so he could grab the lube and easily finger him.
“I’m certain with Sakura at home, you never let anyone else do this, right Kakashi?” He didn’t expect an answer. “I would know. Still so tight.”
Kakashi was ashamed at how much his words aroused him. He was already hard, but Sasuke was making it painful. Sasuke shifted and was rubbing his erection against Kakashi’s hip and thigh, waiting for it to get fully hard. Kakashi gripped the bedding around his head. Fuck! Why did just Sasuke’s fingers so shallowly inside him feel so good? If asked, he would beg now.
He didn’t need to. Sasuke replaced his fingers with his mostly hard cock. Kakashi could feel it expand as he fucked him slowly. Sasuke’s hands played lightly upon Kakashi’s lower back and hips. They moved higher until he could feel the thin lines. He reached up and ran his nails lightly down the six lines. Kakashi’s skin crawled. The hand moved down to his sides and trailed down to his hips. All his skin puckered. One hand snaked around to feel Kakashi’s abs, then up to his chest. Sasuke pulled him up to his hands and draped his body over Kakashi’s. Sasuke’s hips kept up the same easy pace.
The feel of Sasuke’s cheek on his back again. He loved that feeling. Sakura did that sometimes when they were about to go to sleep. He loved it more when Sasuke was thrusting slowly against his prostate. And then Sasuke hand moved to Kakashi’s leaking erection.
After a while, Sasuke didn’t want to savor the feeling of fucking him anymore and he straightened up to pick up the pace and bring them both off.
“Do you ever have to explain to Sakura why you can’t have sex with her? That you’re too drained from being fucked by me?” Kakashi groaned.
Sasuke pressed down on Kakashi’s hips to change his angle. Sasuke had been pleasantly ramming past his prostate, but now he was hitting it dead on.
“Uh, fuck,” Kakashi gasped. He cried out Sasuke’s name as he cam. Sasuke kept moving and cam after a few strokes into the tense body. Spent, he let his deflating cock fall from his former sensei’s well fucked ass.
Sasuke pulled Kakashi over and kissed him. Kakashi barely responded, his mind foggy with pleasure. Sasuke scooped up some of Kakashi’s cum from the sheets and rubbed it onto Kakashi’s arm, side, hip, and thigh.
“I should send you back like this: naked, your breath smelling of cum, cum leaking out of your stretched ass, and your own cum on your body, obviously well fucked and enjoying it.”
Kakashi opened his eye and was surprised to see something different in Sasuke’s eyes, but whatever it was, it was gone quickly. Kakashi couldn’t place it. But he recognized the succeeding emotions: irritation, anger, then mischievousness. That scared him. Would Sasuke really send him home in this state?
Sasuke got up and threw Kakashi his discarded boxers. Kakashi pulled them on quickly. He was falling again. He hit the floor again, but it was in darkness. The light coming through the window wasn’t enough to show him the room, but he recognized the shape of the window and the thickness of the curtains. His own bedroom. Sakura was sitting up and reaching for the lamp beside her. Kakashi realized he was lying on the floor on the opposite side of the bed he should be, near the bathroom.
“Stop,” he said, trying not to sound panicked. “Don’t turn on the light.”
“What happened?” she asked. “You were suddenly gone. What did Sasuke want?”
“Nothing important. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Are you really alright?”
“Yeah. Go back to sleep.” He did as he said and scrubbed all evidence of sex from his skin, washing out his mouth as well. That bastard had sent him home without allowing him to wash up first. But what had Sasuke been angry about? And the expression before that? He looked . . . distracted. Kakashi reached back to feel his abused entrance. He’d tightened back up; he didn’t need to worry about anything leaking out. He dried, got another pair of boxers and got into bed.
Sakura turned toward him and put an arm over his chest. “I’m sorry he chose you for this,” she said. “He knew you were asleep, didn’t he? Something trivial, right? He’s doing this on purpose to punish you.”
No shit, Kakashi thought. “At least he’s doing it just to me and not punishing the entire village,” he sighed. “I can handle him.”
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*There’s a Japanese myth about a raven/crow guiding an emperor. Incidentally, there is a similar legend about Alexander the Great.
