Walking a Mile

Hey, it's a chapter of Kakashi/Itachi Yaoi! Woohoo! I couldn't resist. I love this pair. When I wrote "Kakashi(The Scarecrow) and his Raven," I didn't realize how much younger Itachi was to Kakashi and that he was only 13/14 when he murdered his clan. Oops. So I'm dealing with that age difference here. Yeah, and I do find snowballing hot. It's obvious, right? Never done it though.

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Kakashi lay in bed thinking about Itachi. Their relationship had been improper in almost every conceivable way: ANBU members were not supposed to know each other's identities, though it was often obvious, and there was also the age difference. Itachi didn't look, act, or carry himself like a thirteen year old. He was an ANBU captain, he wasn't a child. But he was. Kakashi sometimes blamed himself for whatever happened to Itachi to make him destroy his clan. He thought he flattered himself thinking it was because of him; he knew that wasn't true. But he felt guilty for their relationship. Itachi was thirteen and Kakashi was twenty-one.

Itachi was recognizable enough behind his ANBU mask with his long hair and his Sharingan peeking through the eyes of the animal mask. Kakashi wasn't exactly hard to recognize either with his single Sharingan and his white hair. They had been on many missions together and developed a bond that allowed them to trust each other and rely on each other. They spoke, but never about anything personal, nothing that would identify them if they hadn't already known who the other was. It was generic conversion and it wasn't common. Nevertheless, Kakashi was falling in love with the young Uchiha.

Itachi was waiting for him outside his house one night with his mask on. Kakashi knew who was behind that particular mask. Itachi removed it when Kakashi got closer.

"Why wear it if you're going to take it off?"

"I prefer if none of my clan saw me here."

Kakashi's heart pounded. "Come in."

Itachi fidgeted a little with his mask before setting it down on a side table.

"What can I do for you?" They had never spoken outside of missions before.

Itachi fidgeted again. Kakashi wouldn't think this boy who became an ANBU captain at his age would be one to fidget. That just made Kakashi's gut tighten. He'd never been so happy to be wearing armor which he was sure was hiding his growing erection. He could be wrong, which was why he didn't just ask him. Kakashi was too aware of Itachi's age. And his father.

But he also didn't want to throw the young man out.

"Can I crash here for few hours? I don't want to go home before my parents go to bed."

It seemed like a pathetic thing for an ANBU captain to say. Kakashi's inner response was, Oh, Hell no! "Sure."

Itachi's shoulders sagged with relief. "Thank you."

"You want something to drink? Tea?" Could this get more awkward?

"No. Thank you."

Kakashi sat in a chair nearby. He couldn't think of anything to ask that wouldn't be related to ANBU or be prying. Luckily, Itachi was a perceptive boy.

"My father's going to corner me when I get home. I want to avoid him."

Kakashi nodded. He was a little disappointed to be honest. "You can stay the night if you want." Kakashi inwardly slapped himself.

"No. I just need to wait a few hours. My brother sometimes waits up for me. He's more persistent than my father sometimes." Itachi smiled.

"You have a brother?" The Uchiha were so insular that he didn't know much about them, even with him having a Sharingan.

"Yeah, Sasuke, my younger brother. He looks up to me and always tries to prove himself. He's about to start at the academy." Itachi suddenly looked sad. "I wish he didn't have to be a shinobi. He's so good natured. I don't want this kind of life for him. But there's no choice. So I rather he become strong enough to survive."

"You Uchiha are natural shinobi. I was on the Forth's team with Uchiha Obito."

"Is that how you got that Sharingan?"

Kakashi nodded. "He was dying and he told our teammate Rin, a medical-nin, to transplant into the eye I lost that same day. Said it was my Jounin gift."

"All I got was kunai set." Kakashi laughed and Itachi smiled. The awkwardness was evaporating. "I don't really remember Obito. I was . . . four when he died. I remember a lot of people dying then."

"During the war."

"Yeah. I do remember the war." Itachi's eyes looked haunted. Kakashi wonder just what he saw at such a young age. "You know, I don't have any friends outside of the clan."

"Really? I guess I don't see many of you walking around the village except as officers. You're father's the leader of the military police, isn't he?"

Itachi nodded. "He's the leader of the clan as well. I'm his successor," Itachi added bitterly.

"Not on good terms with him?"

"He wants too much. I don't have the same ambitions he has. He's already chosen who I'll marry."

"Wow, that's controlling." And cooling to the knot in his stomach.

"At least he shouldn't interfere with Sasuke like that. I'm seen as such a genius, but we're probably very much alike in ability. I just . . . matured faster than he is. The Sharingan usually first appears after emotional trauma. I sincerely hope Sasuke never activates his."

"You seem very fond of your brother."

Itachi nodded. "But he's still very young. I can't talk to him about much."

Itachi was skirting something. But Kakashi would not go there unless Itachi went there first. And then he wasn't sure if he could step back.

"I can leave if I'm imposing."

"No imposition."

Itachi slouched and sighed. "Sempai—" Oh, just reminded me of the age difference. "—why do you wear that mask?"

"I just like to. I had a few stalkers when I was younger, most girls my own age in the academy. I started to wear it to avoid creating more stalkers. There're several shinobi with little eccentricities like this. Some paint their faces with bizarre patterns and symbols, some wear tape over their faces for no apparent reasons . . . I like the mysterious look."

"It's . . . fetching."

Kakashi laughed at this boy using such an old-fashion word. Itachi smiled, but sobered quickly. He took his headband off and looked at it. It was strangely erotic to see Itachi's bare forehead.

"I . . ."

"There is no better way to say something than just say it."

Itachi looked up at Kakashi. "I don't know what it is I want to say."

"That makes things hard."

"Yeah."

Kakashi took off his own headband and opened his Sharingan eye. The boy didn't seem to resent it. Itachi's heart was pounding and he was sweating, but no one could tell by looking at his calm face. Kakashi let his eye slip downward. Itachi was half hard.

"I think I know what you want, Itachi, but . . ."

"I'm thirteen."

"That does make a difference."

"I'm a Jounin and an ANBU captain."

"You're still just a child."

"Just?"

"You're too young." Kakashi shut his Sharingan eye.

"But I'm not too young to risk my life or to take lives. I feel so empty, especially after ANBU missions. Don't you feel it too?"

"I do."

"What do you do?"

"Nothing."

"Isn't it tearing you apart? I go home and wake up my brother if he isn't waiting up for me and I just let him talk. But even that doesn't always work. He doesn't understand and I don't want him to. You understand, Kakashi. And I think you feel the same way about me as I do you."

"But you're—"

"I'm old enough."

"Your father would disagree."

"Ha! My father wants me get married now and start producing heirs. He'd only disapprove because you're not the lover he picked out for me."

There, it was out in the open.

"You don't know how much trouble I'd been in, and not just with your father or clan. Or ANBU."

Itachi cheeks seemed a little less pale. "I thought about that."

"Damn Itachi, if you were five years older I wouldn't hesitate. Maybe if you were three years older."

"But you do feel the same."

"Yes."

"I guess I should go; Sasuke's probably waiting up and he needs his sleep."

"Maybe we can spend more time together outside of ANBU."

"I guess I could transform into something else, keep my clan off my back."

Kakashi wanted to say something about how he couldn't transform into anything more beautiful, but his eyes must have given him away because Itachi smiled.

It wasn't just his beauty or his power; that sad, quiet, yet earnest, personality drew him as well. Kakashi found himself wanting something more than he ever had since he was young and seeking his father's approval. He wanted to posses and protect the little raven. He wanted to see him smile more. He wanted to see him happy and have him smile at him, because of him. He was truly in love with the Uchiha.

They did spend more time together over the next two weeks. But Itachi was determined to advance their relationship. After a mission together—which was rare, but not unheard of—they met at one of Itachi's favorite cafe's. The little scamp kept making eyes at him, those flirting eyes that looked up through long black eyelashes. Kakashi's control was at the breaking point.

They went to Kakashi's home and Itachi immediately dropped his transformation jutsu when Kakashi shut the door. Itachi reached up to pull down Kakashi's mask, but Kakashi stopped him by catching one of his wrists.

"Are you absolutely sure about this, Itachi?"

"Yes. I love you so much."

Kakashi swallowed and guided Itachi's hand to his mask. Itachi pulled it down to see Kakashi's face for the first time.

"Beautiful."

Itachi had an early growth spurt, yet he would probably grow another few inches, but he wasn't too short to kiss. The boy was young and inexperienced, but he'd shown that his instincts in battle were top notch and it appeared that applied to all his instincts. The kid could kiss.

Kakashi tried to remind himself that this was a thirteen year old, barely starting puberty! But he wasn't pushing the boy away. Kakashi had a hand tangled in Itachi's hair and the other pulling him desperately close. That hand sliding down to clutch Itachi ass. Itachi was grinding against him, grinding away Kakashi's inhibitions.

Whereas he was glad for the armor a few days ago, he was cursing it into deeper hells than he'd ever fathomed before. He also cursed how far it was from the front door to the bedroom.

Itachi put his arms around Kakashi's neck and hooked his left knee over Kakashi's hip. Kakashi leaned back and pulled Itachi up allowing Itachi to lock Kakashi's waist between his knees. Kakashi studied himself and carried Itachi to his bedroom. Kakashi set him down on the bed, pulled up, and broke their kiss. They both started to strip, but they kept their eyes on the other. They both had their share of scars, but Itachi had fewer than normal shinobi his age; he truly was a genius who was rarely injured.

It was strange, but Kakashi felt more naked without his mask than he might have if he were completely naked save for the mask. It was Itachi seeing his face that bothered him, not him seeing him naked; he had been to the hot springs many times after all. But at seeing Itachi naked, he came back to himself enough to realize he needed some kind of lubricant; he'd never done this before, but he wasn't ignorant. With a gesture to bear with him, Kakashi rushed to his bathroom and found a bottle of oil he used to massage his own muscles.

Kakashi left the bottle on the nightstand and joined his little raven. They kissed and let their hands explore the other's skin, their erections rubbing against the other's. Kakashi kissed down his throat and to his chest. Itachi moaned when he sucked at his nipple and using the pad of his thumb to tease the other. Itachi kept one hand on Kakashi's shoulder, the other in his hair. Itachi kept firm pressure on Kakashi's shoulder, but he resisted pushing him lower.

At a guttural moan from Itachi, Kakashi did move lower, escaping Itachi's grasp. Kakashi gave Itachi's length one long lick from base to tip, causing Itachi shutter and moan, before he took the head into his mouth. The young man undoubtedly had never experienced this before. Itachi cried out and bucked his hips. Kakashi was ready and held his hips down. "—shi," he couldn't even get a whole comprehensible word out. That did nothing for Kakashi's ego as he started moving further down his shaft.

The virgin wouldn't last long under the assault of Kakashi's tongue, but Kakashi had no intention of stopping. Itachi bent forward, grabbing Kakashi's hair, but restrained himself from pressing him further down onto his cock. Itachi cam, holding onto Kakashi's hair with white knuckles, but not pulling or pushing him, allowing Kakashi to pull back enough to taste his raven's cum. Itachi was in such a position and was so overtaken by the sensation that he couldn't even cry out; he could barely breath.

Itachi didn't move as he down from his first orgasm. Kakashi pulled up forcing Itachi to lean back. But before Kakashi could swallow, Itachi leaned forward again to kiss him and stole what he could.

"Greedy little Uchiha," Kakashi laughed softly. He was glad Itachi was smiling.

Itachi withdrew his hand from the side of Kakashi's face and lay back down on his back, lying there invitingly.

Kakashi was about to ask him again if he was sure about this, but the blushed cheeks, swollen lipped, tousled hair look just screamed sex. He wanted this. Kakashi grabbed the bottle of oil and lubed up his aching cock and his fingers.

He leaned over Itachi. "This will hurt at first."

"I would imagine." They both chuckled briefly.

Kakashi leaned in for a kiss while his fingers teased Itachi virgin hole. If he felt any discomfort, Kakashi saw, felt, or heard no sign. The bone-liquefying orgasm helped loosen him up.

Before long, Itachi was ready. Kakashi positioned himself at his entrance and eased in. Itachi's face went blank with concentrating on keeping relaxed. Kakashi kept moving forward slowly until their hips met. Only then did Itachi open his eyes. He took a slow deep breath.

"You okay?"

Itachi nodded and closed his eyes again. Kakashi waited for him to grow accustom to the intrusion. Itachi opened his eyes and Kakashi could read him easily. Kakashi pulled back slowly and reentered again. Itachi was breathing normally again and Kakashi sped up, trying to find the proper angle. He knew when he found it because Itachi rolled up again, nearly head-butting his lover.

The position was a little uncomfortable for both of them. Kakashi pulled out completely. Itachi was too overwhelmed to complain at the moment. Kakashi manipulated the pliant body so that they switched places. Once settled, Kakashi sat with just his shoulder blades against the headboard with Itachi's legs on either side of him. Itachi held himself upright by holding on to Kakashi's shoulders. Kakashi rolled his hips, hitting Itachi's prostate perfectly. Itachi threw his head back, mouth open, eyes half mast, but rolled back, and his hair flowing back. Kakashi couldn't take his eyes off such a sight.

Itachi couldn't take much more and soon he cam between them. "Sempai!" The sight drove Kakashi over the edge. Itachi fell forward onto Kakashi. Kakashi held him as he breathing calmed. He lifted him up off of him and laid him next to him. He spooned him as he fell asleep.

They were lovers for over six months. Then Itachi became distant suddenly. He wouldn't talk about it with Kakashi, wouldn't talk with him at all. Itachi came to him one final night. Four days later, Kakashi was wakened in the middle of the night by another member of ANBU to tell him that the Uchiha had been completely annihilated with only one survivor, Uchiha Sasuke. Kakashi's heart collapsed thinking that he'd failed to protect Itachi. He failed to protect Obito, he failed to protect Rin, and now he failed to protect Itachi.

"Who could destroy the Uchiha?"

"It was . . . Uchiha . . . Itachi." This ANBU couldn't believe it either.

Kakashi's heart missed a beat. Itachi? He couldn't believe his raven lover had destroyed his entire clan. But he came to realize as he surveyed the destruction that it made sense. Itachi had been acting strangely for nearly a month and the last time they were together . . . it felt like he knew it would be the last time. And the only survivor was his little brother, his precious little brother.

Lying in his bed now in the present, Kakashi replayed everything over in his head. He didn't believe what Sasuke told ANBU after the massacre, that Itachi had left him alive so that one day he would have a worthy opponent and that the reason he killed his clan was because he wanted to test his abilities. Itachi hated killing. Kakashi didn't know what to think. He was certain though that Itachi had lied to Sasuke, but how could he say that to him.

He kept his nose out of it all. No one knew he and Itachi had been lovers and Sasuke didn't need to know. He'd apparently figured it out though. Perhaps he could have prevented Sasuke going to Orochimaru if he had revealed his suspicions early on. But in the state of mind Sasuke had grown up with since the massacre he would not have listened and it driven Sasuke further away. Sasuke may have been good-natured before, but what Itachi did and said traumatized him.

Itachi, why?

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God, I love those two! Back to Sasuke and Naruto next chapter.