Found You

A/N: I hope you’re all excited about the next chapter.

Itachi’s ring holds the kanji for ‘red’ or ‘scarlet’. Akatsuki means the (red) dawn, which is where the clouds on their cloaks got the color.

Rendan = combo. Rather, a combination of taijutsu that deals massive damage on an opponent. Shishi Rendan in particular, in the Naruto games, has been known to deal damage to 70% of the lifebar. I don’t care what that filler-season says, that the guy Sasuke fought lived. When you consider that everyone was pretty exhausted when they got there… --I’ll also point out in the manga that it was confirmed Sasuke’s opponent had been killed.

Lemon: YES. Kakashi x Sasuke. Bitches.

Disclaimer: You do not own Uchiha Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke owns you. Only Chuck Norris can own Uchiha Sasuke. …Or Gai. But that’s gross.

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Development

Another dry, surprised screech emitted over the showerhead. He muted it with jamming his thumb in to the source of heated gasps, lips closing weakly around it and sucking desperately. Sasuke could only breathe through his nose like that, need quelled with the cold tiles on his back, contrasting sharply with the cooling spray from the shower and the overheated mouth taking spots of his too-white skin and morphing them with fierce nips.

Kakashi didn’t care if every patch was turned bruised and purple. The secret of being covered in grape-like welts and every indication he’d been there, just under his clothes, was euphoric.

And because the thin neck was a thing out in the open with the boy’s style choice, he made conscious neglect of that area. Which is why it baffled him to find a ring of welts on the back of his neck, not able to remember for the life of him when he had put them there.

Chilled water on his back from the tap having long since died kept him from getting heady in the fever-splotched skin he consumed, and the heavy patter of a strong muscle on the fritz as he chewed on a rosy nub. Another noise emerged around the soaked pad of his thumb, teeth clamping near his knuckle and giving him a wince. It was fair warning to retract his other hand slicked with excitement, before there was the chance for everything to come to a halt.

His fingers closed around a nubile jaw and could catch only the last bits of sleek raven hair at his nape, reciprocated by the pair of fists that stirred and flexed in his own silver mess that shoved feebly to send him lower.

Closer, his mouth was getting closer. Tongue and teeth trekking across the dents of ribs and a hollow belly that tightened at his advances and nipping a segment of babyflesh left around the slight protrusion of hip. His tongue burned with the taste of skin, and more overwhelming was how the subtle aroma reached in his nose and took roost there to keep his senses immersed in the presence of Uchiha.

Closer, advancing on a concealed entrance that he rubbed at with fingers moistened by anticipation and suggesting legs to spread as he gnawed at a smooth lower belly. Sasuke did him one better and raised his foot on to the edge of the tub, leaving him plenty of room to scoot the support of his shoulder.

There was this lingering presence, though… Warming his back through the fall of water… Something he could ignore for the distracting squeal that echoed in the roof of the shower when he plunged the longest of his fingers in. If the boy was this responsive and willing, and loud, at just this, it rushed down to throb in his cock, clear and painful but undeterred by the chill of water falling between his legs.

It was still there, and he was recognizing it as he kept a firm grip of the unmarked hip that threatened to butt him in the forehead.

The sentry presence of… youth.

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A heavy lid rolled open, expecting to be protected by the height of his bed’s mantle that kept the daylight away. But it wasn’t even dawn yet, from the way near-white haze lined the bottom of the window.

Purging the first heavy sigh of the morning, Kakashi tilted his head back to take in the figure clad in green looming over him through the open window.

Expecting to be gruesomely FLASH’d, he screwed his good eye shut. It didn’t come, and warily he opened it again to see the grave expression that was in the shadows of soup-bowl hair. Slowly he sat up, wincing with the agonizing hardness in his sheets being stirred; his hand conveniently settled on the damp spot that had made it to the surface of his mangled shuriken bedspread.

What a way to ruin his morning. And one would think, seeing that guy the first thing in the morning would kill his erection on the spot.

His head fell. …No luck. Frustrated, a low voice surfaced from the heap of sleepy jounin. “What is it, Gai…? Couldn’t you wait until at least dawn to challenge me? You need something better to do with your free ti—“

“The Hokage’s assembling all exam candidate teachers to meet at the tower.”

Lifting his head, the younger one cast a miserable look over his shoulder. “They’re done already..?”

There wasn’t any mood in him to afford a smirk, meaty hand gripping the windowsill. “Orochimaru was sighted in the woods.”

Kakashi was perplexedly relieved to hear that. It was news dramatic enough to kill the leftover need of his wet dream, even if a block of ice formed in his stomach in exchange.

In addition, this was news that meant he didn’t have time to take a shower. A bonus, as he was concerned. He never thought he’d be thanking that guy for getting him out of a tight spot.

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I understand now.

Lips curled with manic glee as his foot ground in to the Sound nin’s back. “You’re proud of these arms, aren’t you…”

”You cannot become greater because you refuse to give up a lesser thing, the clan.”

This must have been what it felt like.

Sharingan widened and spun erratically as his victim pleaded. It had never been this thrilling to hold another life in his hands. He had never done it before.

Had never heard the sickening crack of success that could be obtained with the slightest nudge of his foot.

”Run, run and cling to your pathetic life. Live in an unsightly way.”

For something to be so genuinely terrified of him… At his mercy, and fully aware the best they could hope for was a very swift death.

Vision swerved for the one with the fur cape. It reminded him of a turtle, how slow he would be… compared to the way Sasuke could move, now.

This was what it was like to have power. The power to keep equally horrible things from happening to those he was responsible for.

It was far from his mind, a shinobi rule about true strength being the ability to not inflict it upon another.

He didn’t care if he was a shinobi or not, Not right now. He cared about getting his revenge. And if that man wasn’t here to see his rebirth, then these would have to be pitiful witness. “You’d better be more entertaining than he was…”

Fear was there. In that one eye that stood out from the bandages. With his Sharingan he could see the way external charka trembled and was pale compared to his own. It would be a paltry sacrifice, but a necessary and temporary satisfaction at least.

Sasuke advanced, not sure if the sickening glee that was in his chuckle was in his own head or a physical exertion. He didn’t care.

Weight came upon him. From behind, arms latched around his middle and clutched at him. There was something terrified attached to him. Terrified and begging him.

Far away, he could recognize it. The one he was exacting his revenge for. The one that was begging him to stop.

Pseudo-Sasuke gave him that wicked little grin, leftover images fading. But he could distinctly see that one yellow eye that had overwritten him.

Had manipulated him. Somewhere, that freak was watching. Watching, like some new pet he had brought home that was enjoying its new toy.

…Uchiha Sasuke was no one’s pet.


A long sigh trickled out of him, head falling back against the wall with a tiny thud. Nearby, silver hair shifted and a mint green eye settled on his master, whom had been in his daze all these hours. Needing some place to rest, he had slipped in to the room assigned to the Sound instructor for his potential wait.

Here he had needed to sit and watch this man enjoy himself in the surge of energy that came with exerting a Curse Seal.

Like he was in a trance, the night had passed by for the snake without a single twitch of muscle or one of his customary, blissful chuckles. Only now had he awoken, and all he could manage was to stay there in his chair, mirth flooding him and sending him in to quiet laughter.

“Something that amused you, Orochimaru-sama?” Unlike the man that lounged in his chair, the boy had no such freedom. He was stuck in the shabby bed, lungs aching and falling apart from the inside. He could feel his body dying all around him, falling apart and now this man had found some new entertainment. Indulged himself fully in pursuing it with Kimimaro right there to watch.

He could remember a time that man was so entertained by him. Now, he was only a disappointment, and because his master knew no way to express such a thing, he could only act towards it like he did with everything. Somewhere between grief and glee, this man was ashamed and hateful towards him.

“I found a new playground…”

Kabuto had mentioned something about a boy. Part of the reason they came here was to eliminate a link in the organization’s chain. Upon his master’s return the man had not breathed a word, too content with himself.

This had to be his new favorite toy. A mind filled with dark corners to hide within and a raw torrent of emotions to pick from for his indulgence. Just a few words to the boy’s subconscious and he could be taken to the edge. What a thrill it would be, to unleash the little monster in the center of town, and simultaneously he could attack from the outside. Already, the child had exceeded his expectations.

After all, he was still alive. That was to be expected, from the kin of that little bastard, the Scarlet of the Dawn.

He was expecting a great report from Kabuto. In the meantime, all he had to look upon for the next few days was the boy nearby that watched him in a puzzling fury. Orochimaru wasn’t quite sure who it was directed at, and with a grin he settled his disguised chin against falsely peachy knuckles.

“Something troubling you, Kimimaro-kun?”

Himself. It had to be that he was furious with himself, with the way the silver-haired youth turned his eyes away and pretended to be fascinated by the wall. His voice was still frail with all of his coughing, but the snake could detect a foreboding mourn in his tone. “…My incapabilities.”

“That’s indeed something to be troubled over. Well,” he sighed, leaning out of the chair and pulling the tie from his whip of mane and free the clasps of his vest. The guise of a teacher was perfect to watch the development of his new pet for himself. “I’m going to take a shower.” A long finger wagged to the boy as he sauntered for the bathroom, not making the effort to mask the tightness of his pants. “Don’t go anywhere.”


Two days, and while they were supposed to be constantly watching their backs and keeping an ear out, all he could hear was…

“Sakura-chaaaaaaaan! I want ramen! Cmon! I know you packed some! I’m ill! I almost DIED! I deserve it!”

The strawberry-blond only gave Sasuke a worried look, and he clicked his tongue in response. “Shut up already, usuratonkachi.” Like he was the only one.

It wouldn’t exactly be a very good test if they could pass it without a scratch. Deep down, where that new darkness had taken root in him, it mocked him with the wonder of how many kunai his brother had wasted in a trial like this.

Naruto shot a fist at him. “Shut it, asshole! I’m not the one that froze cause he’s scared of snakes!”

The idiot had no earthly idea…

…what, exactly had happened while he was out. Thought he blond had taken the brave front, he hadn’t scared off the one that had nearly killed them. When he thought about it, Sasuke could still not recognize those eyes that had fallen on him.

He knew that Naruto had never killed anyone, so why did those eyes look like they’d been bathed in the fallen? It was such a powerful image, that when he tried to look back on it he couldn’t remember. It was a fog that had him chewing the end of his thumb thoughtfully.

In the background, Naruto was still slinging curses at him and shaking his fist while Sakura spread her threats upon him and in to the creek nearby. She refilled one of the canisters that Lee’s team had left behind, noticing they weren’t quite as prepared as they would like to have been.


…N…no way…

Under the expansive poster stood the last three he had been expecting to be such.

Well. Maybe Sasuke. Sometime in the future. But the other two… Not in any decent span of time.

Naruto had a nasty habit of surprising everyone. Only numbly surprised by this revelation, Iruka privately felt dumb.

Stupid, even. Cruel. Completely cruel and unreasonable.

Kakashi had every right to scold him, he understood that now. These weren’t his precious academy children, innocent and free of the way this world truly ran.

…They were much stronger than him. They could go much further than him. With that dirty, tan fist shaking at him, and the other two not making a single objection, he had no doubts now.

Kakashi really was the best choice for these children. These children that wore their hitai-ate with purpose and drive and the need to see this world their school teacher had worked so hard to shelter them from.

…Despite what he wanted… they were ready. In some ways. In others…

“Just… don’t try too hard.” There would always be a next time.

…Is that why Kakashi couldn’t stand him?

Because he always believed in tomorrow?


“If you won’t tell them about that bruise, then I will!”

“Shut up! You don’t know anything!”

Sasuke, like that… It terrified her. Down to the core she couldn’t think of something more bone-chilling than the idea of the man she loved breaking down and…

…killing someone. Even though they were the enemy…

Killing someone and enjoying it. It was wrong. In every way it was wrong, and when those dark blossoms decorated his skin, he was something so inhuman. And this Orochimaru had made him become that. There was no say, no way of taking it back or undoing it.

This plague was going to stay with him the rest of his days. …And he was going to welcome that. For such a thing, his days would not be many.

Could she… could she really still love him, knowing that he embraced something like that?

Was willing to become a monster. A fact that, while she knew who he would ultimately use that against, a man she had never met and had to be less human than he to even mutate him like this – it conflicted with the fact he had equally used that power to save them.

Conflicted with her belief that a person should be willing to die for love, to protect love, to defend love. Not to destroy everything related to that.

She could still look back on their conversation, and every time she afforded a glance at the boy so deceptively normal now, she could see that he was reflecting on it too.

”Don’t tell that dobe about this mark of mine. We don’t need him worrying, too.”

“…Sasuke-kun… Did… you mean it back there?” In her own mind the replay of that moment still said her voice was shaky and pathetic, to match her battered appearance.

And that Sasuke hadn’t afforded a single glance at it, more concerned with making sure they weren’t heard. Only glaring down the pair of opalescent eyes at the other side of the clearing. When he pulled away, it was to glare at her and silently demand clarification.

“When… you said…”

And how stupid she must have looked, gaping at him like a wife struck for the very first time when he gave her such an easy, frigid reply.

”Every word.”

That Sasuke… Her Sasuke-kun could think like that…

His mind was such a darker place than hers. Many, many shadows lurked in eyes she couldn’t see through. Naruto couldn’t notice. He was so stupid and oblivious to another’s plight that he couldn’t recognize grief when it smacked him across the back of his head.

The only thing he could think about was food.

Now, down below, Uchiha Sasuke, Konoha’s Top Rookie, was making an example of their village to break the ice for the next round of exams. Against her wishes, he was fighting when he had nothing left.


Fighting on guts and skill alone, when he didn’t have the stamina to back it up. Kakashi was furious deep down. On the surface however, for the sake of everyone, he couldn’t let them see that. It was bad enough he had snapped at the examiner; when the Hokage was willing to trust him.

If Sasuke screwed this up, he wasn’t the only one with a reputation at stake. The Top Rookie - his Top Rookie, would become a liability.

As if he hadn’t been already. Itachi had left behind a time bomb that would go off whenever it damn well felt like, and the rest of this village would be slapped to common sense and notice that they couldn’t rely on the clan’s prestigious reputation any longer. The Uchiha name was still legendary, and down below, their youngest and final member was no exception.

A pernicious blue eye took in the desperate efforts of the youth below. He was completely and utterly trashed, cornered, and against an opponent that was not nearly in the same predicament.

And then silver lashes narrowed further around his critical gaze. Gai had told him that there had been a spat between the teams, but he hadn’t thought…

He must have learned it when he had his Sharingan on in the fight with that Lee kid…

By all means, he knew the implications. When the body wrapped in that purple of his team fell in to the air… In recognition, he released a humph at watching the spectacle of that man trying to block.

Not fast enough. He recognized that combo. Back then, Sasuke didn’t have the bodily tact to wield it with complete potency. Back when they first met. Now…

Sasuke was fighting for his life. If he didn’t end this now, there was no future for him as a shinobi of Konoha. No chance at all he would leave this village or even see the light of day if he gave in to Orochimaru now. Revenge would not fall in to his hands if he didn’t win beyond a shadow of a doubt. …No chance he would even get up, with the effort it took to release a rendan.

Personally, Kakashi had no taste for them. He didn’t have the stamina to convert in to raw power like that. While his student was a genius, each of them were in their own right, Sasuke was the only one he had a remote chance of identifying with.

And still, Sasuke was so much more than himself. Not just in the physical respect that he could apply an aspect of the Sharingan he had no way of reaching without birthright…

The problem lay in the fact the boy was fettered by Itachi’s ambitions for him. More pertinent, Kakashi could feel that someone else was intently watching this fight.

There was something foul in the air. He could smell it. And it was more than five days in that wretched swamp-forest, settling his knee between small shoulder blades, the only thing holding Sasuke up for now.

While the Uchiha heir didn’t have the same recovery that Naruto did, he only needed to catch his breath. The jounin wasn’t going to rush him. Not yet.

There would be plenty of time to rush him later.

The Uchiha jumped when a hand planted on his shoulder, too tired to remain startled for long when he heard the demanding suggestion in the man’s voice.

“Let’s go get that Seal patched up…”


Ochre eyes narrowed keenly on the display below. The jounin had bent to mutter something to his pupil, and then the pair of them had left without another word. None needed to be spoken. There was a great deal of information in such a brief gesture, and with a bit of glee and anticipation, hands folded in to a seal, thusly vanishing with a POP of ninja smoke.

Finding them wasn’t difficult. If Kakashi was planning what the snake thought he was planning, they needed a place private and close by. Sasuke couldn’t get very far in his condition. To think of it, neither could he; the spectacle of his new pet resisting him…

No, it was more than that…

A god had the power to make its own rules. This was proof to Orochimaru that he was not yet a god. But he had the tools of a god. He had laid out the rules for that boy, and in the end he had created his own. Made something of nothing.

The only other creature he knew so capable was the one that had made such a wonderful beast.

That hideously powerful boy of a man. When he had wandered the streets of this village openly, and the police chief would carry his heir on his shoulders, it was even in those days that the Sannin knew trouble awaited him. Those eyes, like black orchids at a funeral, never took an interest in the fireworks or the booths. Because of that boy, he had never taken notice of the gossip amidst his peers when the chief was planning to have another son.

Those Uchihas seemed to always have a trump card, just when you thought their opening show was spectacular enough. It was the same in their offspring, no doubt.

His senses were still lit on fire from watching the fight. And the inside of his pants were still slimy with cum. The snake slid hands in to his pockets so as to tent the fabric away from his mess and make it a little more bearable. In expectant silence he listened to the rustle of bodies, daring not to make a single sound lest that boy catch wind of him.

Such a keen sense of smell he had, but the musk of his seed was lost in the thick reek of blood that Kakashi was using on the boy. In this sculpted cavern of pillars the scene was open to him without laying an eye upon it, ears warm with every sound and tongue thick with every taste. Chakra was tingling in the air and left a taste like acid-sweet on his tongue and buzzed in the hollows of his cheeks.

Slit pupils narrowed despite the lacking light of this room at what he heard.

“Get out of those.”

Despite his fatigue, the Uchiha could still argue. “Why should I?”

“Off.” He wasn’t going to ask again. Instead, he moved to stab a second ring of kunai in to the ground, scrawling his fingers along the way.

Sasuke must have stopped to make sense of all the symbols being drawn on the stones, because it took him a moment to peel off his shirt and throw it in to the shadows.

Again the snake dared not move a single muscle, even to sweep in and collect the fabric that had landed nearby.

Kakashi rolled his head up to regard him with a tired annoyance. “Those, too.”

It was final when he folded his arms, fending off the chill that sapped his remaining strength. “No.”

“If you’re shy…” He’d had his arms around the spindly youth when he was in much less. No response came, so his head sunk heavily with an exhausted, “Yare yare… The cuffs, then.”

That, he could agree with. As much as he knew that this man shouldn’t be one he was physically uncomfortable with, not with all of the hours exchanged between their torsos, he couldn’t shake the feeling that losing his shorts would be a bad idea.

Small talk wasn’t something either of them were in the mood for. It was bad enough that Kakashi couldn’t wait for the matches to finish, but every moment they wasted meant another that someone wasn’t watching them for him.

It was another moment that Orochimaru could bubble on the back of his brain, that Pseudo Sasuke’s titters chipping away at his reality.

The order came almost out of nowhere when the jounin aimed a clean finger at the heart of his work. “Sit.”

When Sasuke folded his legs to get comfortable, he stared at the older man expectantly, who didn’t waste any time in claiming up his right arm and shoving his head down to expose the wicked mark at the back of his neck.

“Don’t fidget too much.”

Muscles coiled and tightened when cold garnet tracked its way from the symbol, stretching over his upper back and leading down the span of his arm, until the symbols carried in to a line already made on the floor.

He should have been enjoying the opportunity to be touching his student so intimately while he was awake. The last few days had been a lustful plague, but now this…

That dream made the kind of nauseous sense only anemia could bring on. Sasuke must have understood the circumstances of it all, when he didn’t make a single complaint about a trail down his back. Only shivered with the tax of not being able to rest and doubled by the way blood was drying on his skin as his ass progressively numbed on the freezing stone.

Breath hitched when Kakashi crawled around to his front, tracking that line of kanji under an arm he lifted to pursue his work. The nipple he crossed was so stiff it caused a gap in the flow of his writing, like taking a cart too fast over a dune.

Really, he should have been entertained by that. By how Sasuke consciously deepened his breathing only to provide longer spans of even terrain, despite how his heart felt tickled and rapid at being touched on so much bare surface. The air was so stark it was chilling his ears and giving him a headache, the only savior to keeping his face colorless and eyes miserably heavy.

Especially when he straightened as his thigh was given an attentive pat.

“Open.”

He had a hard time complying with that, glaring down to the man that only gave him a lazy blue eye. What he would have given for it to be lazy and diminutive. Even this guy couldn’t hide his grave concern to the situation, and just how short his temper had become with the boy’s insolence.

Just a few days ago, he’d been longing to be this close to his pupil’s unspeakables. Now, even with Sasuke’s speechless little grunt as he shot his face in a direction and unfolded his legs, he couldn’t bring himself to save it for posterity.

What he had tried to hope for as a slow introduction of a relationship and some kind of progress was ruined. To taint the severity of this predicament with his usual perversion…

No matter how momentous the pitch in his grump was at fingers tracking over the ripples of dirty fabric.

…Okay, so maybe he could enjoy it a little bit, the shaky breath that came from pressure applied along the seam to write cleanly. Sad it was over when he reached the greystone.

Sitting up from his elbows, he didn’t give the boy a look as he scribbled along to the knife. “…I told you this would be easier with them off.”

Sasuke only gave him a dirty look, ready to lift his hands off the rock. But it was the one that wasn’t marked which the jounin grabbed, bringing his silver head in close. He could smell it over the blood, the way this boy was getting ready to fall apart at the seams. The only thing holding him together was his ego, and for the sake of not having him collapse needlessly, Kakashi didn’t go after the opportunity to further humiliate him.

“Don’t fidget,” he warned again.

With a click of his tongue the brunet looked away, waiting as Kakashi crawled out from between his legs to begin dribbling blood once more across his back, and now down the length of arm he had not released. In bitter silence he sat and waited, until the last lines of script were drying on the Uchiha’s unbreakable spine.

“Remember Sasuke, this seal will only work if you keep control of yourself. It’s going to rely heavily on your free will.” It was the best he could think of, to use the boy’s most powerful asset, and blemish, to override the ego of another. He had no doubt that this one was different from Anko’s, and that the only reason Sasuke could keep it at bay was at the thought of losing.

Seals flew through his fingers when the only response was a nod out of bushy black tendrils.

It had to be… One of the worst sounds sounds of his life.

The scream of a helpless child that was having to be patched up just to get through another day that would get him closer to his dream. A self-destructive dream that he had no intention of waking up from. Maybe he wouldn’t, with how his skull thudded the floor.

Oh, he loved it… Young chords were still tingling in the air and Orochimaru closed his eyes to take them in. A church choir in the most glorious bastion couldn’t compare. He didn’t think it was possible to be aroused so much in a day, in such a brief while. This boy had a spectacular habit of surprising him.

Sandals clapped, announcing his presence.

Silver hair stirred, narrowing a faded blue eye. “Who’s there?”


When… did he become so reckless? To put his life on the line like that, against him… And here, he had thought that he had grown out of such reckless behavior. Staring over his shoulder, he sadly watched the heap of youth that barely breathed in the violent passing of conversation.

Orochimaru wanted him… Afraid he’d fall soon enough, Kakashi slowly sat himself down. Fingers still quaked with the leftovers of Raikiri, reaching in to black hair and soothing himself with petting the unconscious boy.

Wanted Sasuke, and worse, knew the jounin did too. It was just one bad thing after another…

What had to be the worst part of it, he though as he moved to collect the lifeless body from the chilly floor, was that…

…He knew Sasuke had a very real chance of taking that man up on the offer of power, no matter what cost was in store for him.

If he gave up now, and just let the Uchiha go, he’d have to let go of everything.

Handing him over to that snake was the same as being dead. But Kakashi, when he thought about it, knew he didn’t have the willpower to simply kill the boy and be done with it.

His grip fastened on the half-dead heap in his arms, intent to carry him to the village hospital. However, if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to watch the fights.

And as much as Sasuke wouldn’t appreciate being protected him his sleep, the man knew even more that Sasuke wouldn’t forgive him for not keeping his word to watch the fights for him.

What an ungrateful guy.