He Can't Let Go

A/N: Hey all! I’m back and almost 100% better, yay! This surgery by far had the longest recovery time everrrrrr. So thanks for being patient and not whining…aside from the usual people =P. This chapter took forever to write because it’s been so long. Be warned, it takes on a slightly different tone than the other ones because I was EXPERIMENTING! Writing sex while still trying to advance the plot is probably the most difficult thing I have ever done so my advice is…just write meaningless sex ALL the time! XD

Annnnnnd…I’m not replying to reviews this time because it’s been like two months or something and I’ve already talked to all of you in the meantime! =P (You know I ♥ ya!)


Alright, let’s get the sex a-rollin’!


Despite the high-intensity of the current situation, Sasuke couldn’t help but scoff characteristically at Kakashi’s ridiculous statement. Putting a careful foot between them as the man drew back to full height, the Uchiha shook his head. “You are so ego—mmf!”

“Shh…” Kakashi smoothly slipped an index finger against small lips before Sasuke could finish his—likely negative—comment. He hushed him again, indulging in the narrow-eyed look he received, unable to hold back an amused smile, “Rest your mouth, Sasuke-kun, it’s already done more than enough.”

Seeing the jounin laugh at his own pathetic joke caused the teen to glare harder, a slight tingle from previous activities manifesting in his throat despite attempts to ignore it. Still, he held his silence much like Kakashi asked. Better to do what the man said rather than make another remark and risk an equally condescending one thrown back in his face.

He was so preoccupied with shooting invisible daggers from his eye sockets he hadn’t noticed the man step closer until he was roughly spun around, nearly losing his balance entirely when a large palm against his back gave a hard nudge forward. By the time he’d reestablished his footing, Kakashi had placed both hands over his shoulders and was proceeding to shove him again. To avoid tripping over his own feet, Sasuke obeyed yet again and allowed the jounin to steer him wherever he wished, selfishly indulging in the light pleasurable feeling of agile digits tickling his collarbones.

Kakashi didn’t stop until Sasuke’s body was thoroughly pressed up against the fenced-in ledge of the balcony, knowing the cold metal bars were a stark contrast to the teen’s raging body temperature by the way the Uchiha trembled minutely beneath his hands. The wind was starting to pick up, the light breeze having only just enough strength to fluff the shorter strands of the teen’s hair.

In front of him, Sasuke remained unmoving, compressed against uncomfortable black bars due to Kakashi’s own hands, and yet there was no sign of defiance. Sasuke hadn’t opened his mouth once, hadn’t turned his head to give confused or pissed off expressions, and hadn’t tried to physically fight him off. He simply stood there, waiting for whatever happened next. This caused Kakashi’s eyebrows to lower just a fraction.

From the moment they’d come out here Sasuke had done everything he’d asked…no matter how ridiculous. The man still couldn’t shake the image of the Uchiha crawling on all fours out of his head. It was most definitely out of character, in much the same way he was acting now. Deep down, Kakashi knew Sasuke still had to be nervous. This whole thing was new to him no matter how much he tried to convince otherwise. And yet, as Kakashi let his gaze travel across the other’s deliciously nude body, there were no signs of stress. Under his palms, the bones were slumped forward, not straightened and tense, rising and falling only slightly to allow slow, even breaths.

The sudden thundering pulse of his own heartbeat caught him off guard. Sasuke trusted him…he trusted him too much. Any shinobi knew not to relax this much, even in the presence of the one they…loved. Another earth-shattering pound in his chest and Kakashi had to fight with all the self-control he had not to let go and step away.

For a second he had slipped…and that worried him.

Switching his demeanor robotically, Kakashi was quick to put the stoic mask back into place, irritated about how much harder it was to do without aid from the actual cloth, before Sasuke noticed a change. Sliding his hands down the Uchiha’s body, they came to a rest against narrow hipbones, shielding them from the hard metal barrier when his body came forward to mold against the smaller one. Despite current worries, he couldn’t help but breathe a contented sigh into the top of the other’s head, closing his gray eye against a barrage of pleasurable feelings, both sexual and platonic.

Sasuke matched the sigh with one of his own, having awaited the contact for several agonizing seconds. Although his arms were trapped in place, he mobilized them enough to wrap his sweaty hands around the cool, thin bars, fingers gripping tightly in anticipation for anything. Feeling Kakashi’s heavy exhales warm his scalp seemed to start up his mind, albeit lazily. “Is this where you want to do it?” he asked just above a whisper, hearing his own voice lower.

Kakashi’s lips tugged into a smirk, thumbs stroking circles along the trim waist. “That’s the plan,” he replied lightly, smirk extending when his index finger initiated a twitch when it touched a sensitive spot on Sasuke’s naval.

Outside…the thought made the Uchiha’s stomach do a flip-flop, partially influenced by the man’s questing digits. There was no hiding from the public eye out here. Not only was Sasuke not supposed to be in Konoha, but Kakashi was most certainly not supposed to be seen with him…especially doing the things he implied were about to take place.

Dark eyes, having briefly shut from the contact, slowly opened. Automatically they traveled across the street, the active congregation from the other apartment had dispersed, leaving an abandoned living room to be observed from the screen door. From his current position, he was also able to catch a glimpse of the balconies belonging to the apartments on either side of them. One was relatively empty, the other…littered with children’s toys. Sasuke was surprised to find a twisted part deep inside of him almost hoping someone would come out here.

A large hand Sasuke hadn’t been aware of had somehow detached itself from his side and was now proceeding to encase his cock in its warm palm. The surprise had the moaned shout leave his mouth before he could shut it, extending into a low groan as Kakashi gripped him and gave a stroke down. Unexpectedly his body lurched forward hard, the jounin’s fingers being only thing keeping his tender hipbones from colliding painfully with the solid barrier ahead.

Kakashi, ever distracted by the gorgeous sounds the Uchiha made, found himself involuntarily pressing his pelvis into Sasuke’s ass even more, grinding slowly against the lower part of the other’s back, any previous worries left in the dust.

He dipped his head down past the strands of hair to reach an ear, taking the shell into his mouth momentarily, just long enough to taste the teen’s skin before releasing it. A pink tongue quickly followed, lashing out to trace the inner ridge before retreating in favor of a cool breath being blown against the drying skin. “Still not resting that mouth, hm?” he kept his voice as low as possible, wanting every nerve in Sasuke’s body to redirect itself to his eardrum. Once he knew the Uchiha’s eyes had drifted shut once more, he chose then to sink his teeth into the fleshy lobe, sucking harshly on the skin around it and relishing in the louder yell, another buck into his hand.

Releasing the reddened skin, he casually leaned both their torsos over the rail, fully aware this put a lot of strain on the other’s ribs but neglecting to ease up. Again, he took a hold of the teen’s erection, grip firm, knowing Sasuke would be fascinated by the way both Kakashi’s arm and his own penis extended through the bars, the black metal a stark contrast to their pale skin—though Sasuke’s was darkening with blood each passing moment. Lips back against the ear, Kakashi let his deep voice take on a seductive and stern edge.

“You know how easy it is to see up here from the street below, Sasuke. Try not to draw so much attention.”

Kakashi’s low decibels caused goosebumps to break out on his arms, the teasing clenching of the man’s hand eliciting hisses from bared teeth. For the first time, Sasuke let his gaze travel down, flushing at the way his cock stretched clear across the road from his vantage point, his ex-sensei’s knuckles making brief dashes at the sidewalk above each time they twisted around the tip. Beyond that, he could easily make out the people traveling up and down the street, some carrying groceries and some walking their dogs. He froze, eyes landing on a woman conversing with another in a particular spot. The spot where he stood on that one day. That more than anything let him know how easy it was to see up here. He really would have to hold his tongue.

Once he’d finally gotten his composure, however, Kakashi’s teeth gnawed at a sensitive spot on his shoulder, hand simultaneously picking up the pace on his leaking member. Sasuke literally had to bite his lip from calling out, the moan trapped in his throat like a wild animal, hands turning to a white-knuckled grip on the now-heated bars. The Uchiha’s breaths grew ragged as Kakashi’s other hand squeezed down to finger at his tight sack below, pressing and massaging professionally, making it that much harder for Sasuke not to expel his entire lung supply in a deafening scream. It was almost like Kakashi wanted it to happen.

The jounin finally let up, straightening them both so the other’s chest could get some relief, hands having released Sasuke’s cock and retracting back to the other side of the fence. Those sinful fingers traced their way back up the Uchiha’s panting body, ears picking up on the shuddering gasps when the touch lightened just around a delicate ribcage. Finally coming to a rest on either of the teen’s biceps, Kakashi allowed his thumbs to caress the hardened muscles lovingly before pausing.

He knew he had to retrieve the lube, but for some reason he didn’t want to pull away just yet. Sasuke’s naked body pressed against his own was casting an odd effect on him. They were connected nearly from head to toe, so tightly not even the faintest of air currents could pass between them. Dark wisps of hair were caressing his chest and neck like feathers, and Kakashi was sure Sasuke could feel the strong organ beating erratically against his spine.

And for a second—just a second, they were back in the past.

Sasuke was a proud shinobi who had risen from a broken home to be Konoha’s finest. Kakashi was a lazy sensei with a three-man team not yet destroyed, whose only desire was to keep the one standing in front of him off that dark desolate road he would inevitably set off on.

He was back on his balcony, watching Sasuke continuously circle the block, irritated expression on his face in order to cover up the defeated one. He was wanting to leave the building, knowing exactly what that look meant and coming to the realization that this day had come earlier than he’d expected. He was scaling the stairs to the bottom floor and pushing the heavy door open only to find the boy gone. And he found himself remaining there on the dingy crumbling sidewalk, not knowing what he would say to him if he’d caught up anyway.

A twitch of the body in front of him brought Kakashi out of his thoughts, his finger having slipped and accidentally brushing against Sasuke’s nipple. Exhaling quietly, the man looked down at his old pupil, overwhelmed by the diehard compulsion to wrap his arms tightly around him. His hands stiffened on the Uchiha’s arms briefly in contemplation. Though something in his stomach told him to back off, a deeper feeling from somewhere else urged him on. Hesitantly, he released Sasuke’s arms, hands drifting lower until they hovered indecisively over the other’s torso; mind swimming for an excuse should Sasuke have a bad reaction to the gesture.

Enough was enough. Sasuke was sick of letting Kakashi do as he pleased. The man wasn’t just taking his sweet time, it was almost as if he was stalling altogether. After doing nothing for several minutes, it seemed Kakashi had finally moved only to…do nothing again.

With his patience having long expired, Sasuke maneuvered himself so he had enough room to spin around. Upon facing Kakashi, he noticed the man had a strange look in his eye, a similar one to what he’d seen before. It was almost like…confusion? He wasn’t given long enough to decipher it. Before he could clearly get a focus on it, the jounin was diving forward and running his tongue hotly up his neck. His frustration melted away immediately, arms flying down to clutch at the bars next to his thighs once more as Kakashi’s went up to grab at the railing on either side of Sasuke’s shoulder blades.

He saw…Kakashi mentally scolded himself, not expecting the Uchiha to whirl around so quickly. Sucking lightly on Sasuke’s pulse, he did his best to drive the questions from the teen’s mind, using his grip on the metal to propel himself forward. Hips ground roughly together, neither caring about the friction, Kakashi following Sasuke’s arching back, leaning them both over the edge. Swirling his fixation down to a protruding collarbone, he gently nipped it, eye fluttering up to admire Sasuke’s Adam’s apple bobbing in futile attempts to swallow while nearly upside down.

Sasuke was finding it hard to breathe, the combination of Kakashi’s weight and the man’s constant grinding leaving him exhaling more than inhaling. Between the mind-blowing ecstasy the other’s leg brought to his eager cock and the searing flares of heat coming off his chest each time Kakashi bit into his nipples, the Uchiha felt his head start to spin, the clouds above growing blurry and distorted until he finally closed his eyes to let out a strained moan. As the man mouthed along his abs, hands molding into his back to pull him closer, Sasuke finally released his grip to grapple blindly at silver hair, entangling a hand amongst the shorter strands at the base of Kakashi’s head.

Without noticing his path south until knees came to rest on cool concrete, Kakashi looked carefully over Sasuke’s flushed body. Tensed arms and a curved back tilted the Uchiha’s hips ever closer, neck and head entirely nonexistent from this angle they were arched so far backwards. Liquid glistening at the head of the teen’s cock dribbled down the side after a desperate twitch sent more leaking out. Hypnotized by the sight so close he could taste it, the man only just caught his sharingan eye from opening, clamping it shut and drawing his gaze away.

He’d have to get the lube now. If he didn’t, they would end up going without it. Rising back to his feet, Kakashi encased the throbbing heated flesh in his hand once more, feeling his own pulse from the amount of wetness it left in his palm. With a rough jerk on the Uchiha’s cock, he had the other’s head snapping up, body straightening with a growl. Sasuke’s eyes were emblazoned with the redness of the sharingan, wide and threatening. The man felt himself smirk, pleased to know he was able to keep his own in check, while it seemed Sasuke was not.

“You don’t need that, put it away,” he remarked huskily, though secretly it aroused him even more and he hoped Sasuke kept the erotic crimson stare active. An electric spike pierced through him when he observed the other make no move to deactivate it, instead pausing to smirk sexily down at him. Again, Kakashi fought hard to keep his eye closed, the pupil nearly searing his eyelid with its persistence to reveal itself.

To distract the both of them, he squeezed in a fast downward stroke on Sasuke’s member, catching the last drop of precum before pulling away to stand. Sluggishly, he dragged his fingers up the Uchiha’s chin, fascinated by the sticky trail it left on the otherwise flawless face, until they reached the slightly open mouth, groaning hard when Sasuke answered his prayers and took them past his lips seductively.

Unable to control himself as that tongue slithered around and between his two fingers, Kakashi darted his own out to lick along Sasuke’s smooth chin. The same taste from earlier lit up his senses and he found himself following the wetness further and further up, stealing all traces of it before evaporation could take place. Extracting his fingers and moving them to rest on the opposite side of the sharp jawbone, he tilted the teen’s head toward his own. Just as his tongue arrived at the corner of Sasuke’s mouth, the man paused, feeling the barest of breaths fan against his cheek. A centimeter more and he would be there, but he couldn’t.

He shifted his mouth down just as Sasuke moved his over, his hot open mouth connecting with the bridge of Kakashi’s nose. The man delivered a stinging nip to the sensitive skin next to a pale chin before pulling back to stand at his full height. Faint traces of red were swallowed by encompassing black as the sharingan fled from Sasuke’s eyes. Kakashi could tell the other was seconds away from opening his mouth, the stunt he pulled having been slick but not slick enough.

“You bought it, aren’t you going to use it?” Sasuke questioned playfully with a raised eyebrow, cocking his head in the direction of the discarded bag. He watched Kakashi’s shoulders lower with released tension before he smiled hesitantly and nodded. As the man’s back turned, Sasuke allowed himself to frown. That was the second time Kakashi had made to kiss him only to pull away at the last moment. Either he was horribly teasing him or he really was confused. Sasuke couldn’t understand what there would possibly be to be confused about, however. And that confused him.

It took a lot of mental effort to shove it into the back of his head, but somehow Sasuke managed. Seeing Kakashi completely naked from head to toe helped too. By the time the man came back and had settled down on his knees in front of him, Sasuke had difficulty focusing on anything but breathing. Almost naturally his feet had parted to allow the other as much room as necessary, hips tilting forward again to give Kakashi access to everything he needed. The Uchiha watched fascinated as clear liquid came out to coat long fingers, and mentally braced himself because he knew where they were about to go.

Unexpectedly, Kakashi immediately took the slightly shaking hips in his hand, letting the lube-coated one fall inanimately to his side, and leaned forward to kiss lightly at a hipbone. The tips of silver hair unintentionally tickled the base of his ribs, sending Sasuke’s pelvis forward as his chest attempted to move back.

From above, he watched with lowering eyelids as the man spread his right leg further open, taking the innermost part of his thigh into his mouth. The same tongue licking hotly on his face moments ago was now making his temperature increase each time it swirled roughly around the sensitive skin so close to his cock. Whimpering slightly as teeth were added to the mix, Sasuke witnessed an already narrow face hollowing further as Kakashi sucked with increasing force, the man’s pale cheeks going completely concave.

Pulling back, mouth slightly reddened, Kakashi admired his handiwork. The small, dark pink mark looked really, really good to him and if his own body wasn’t screaming for some attention to be directed his way, he’d have made a matching one on the other side. In his mind he reasoned that the day wasn’t over, there would be time for it later. He didn’t pause to dwell on the interesting fact that he enjoyed leaving these blemishes on Sasuke’s body, however, for fear the explanation would be something he didn’t want to know.

Noting the trembling of the other’s body had increased over the past few moments and that the glistening organ in front of him had swelled dramatically, Kakashi was convinced Sasuke had no doubts in his mind about going through with this again. Without the questioning words of last time, he positioned the other’s legs to spread wide, bringing his previously motionless hand up to slide between them.

Using just an index finger, he calmly probed against the Uchiha’s tightened entrance, having no desire to rush and knowing full well the area would still be sore. He lightly circled the skin around the hole, pressing more firmly at Sasuke’s needy moan and haphazard push down. Just as the tip began to breach, Kakashi stretched forward to swallow a few inches of the teen’s erection, using the abrupt action as a distraction while pushing half his finger inside.

Sasuke barely registered the sudden burning pain; altogether too preoccupied with the high Kakashi was giving him. The sensation of that mouth engulfing him, lips tightened as they slid back and forth at a rapid pace while a tongue strived to lick every inch available sent his vision literally spinning. As eyes were forced shut, his mouth fell open, no longer able to keep in the loud shouts expelling from his throat. Feeling the finger withdraw from his ass only to slam back in, penetrating deeper and twisting tapered his moans off into a hiss, body dropping down to embrace the feeling as it hooked against that pleasurable spot in continuous strokes.

The insane level of desire was devouring him from the inside out, and before he knew it words were coming out of his panting mouth, confessions he never thought he’d even admit to himself. “Thought about you…ahh…all the time. I’ve dreamed about this…uhhn, you…doing this…to me.”

His brain was on red alert, demanding all speech functionality to stop there, especially because he knew Kakashi’s three-second standstill hadn’t been planned, even though the man continued as if he’d heard nothing. He wished to bite his own lips shut, but they didn’t get the message as they parted once more. “Kakashi…” he began, effectively cut off as another barrage of groans welled up in his throat.

Forcing another finger’s entry before Sasuke was ready wasn’t what the jounin had intended, but he needed to stop it before he heard anything else. Slithering inside next to its counterpart, together they probed and stretched the entrance in a slightly rougher fashion than before. Not wishing to pull away and see the vulnerable look on Sasuke’s face, or risk the reemergence of his own, he forced himself further down the teen’s pulsing cock, sucking harshly and hoping to hint that now was not the time to divulge such things. Despite all his efforts, the loud sounds his mouth made, and the distinct attempts to ignore it, his ears couldn’t help but pick up the desperately needy voice above.

“I wanted to come back…so many times…not for Konoha…but for—ah! …Kakashi!”

Stomach twisting in panic, he’d unthinkingly slid the third and final finger in while simultaneously swallowing Sasuke whole. He could not let Sasuke finish that sentence, for his own sake. Thus, he did his best to drive the entire train of thought from the other’s mind, working hard to maintain his gag reflex while pumping his fingers rapidly up into the twitching body. When the only vocal response consisted of a myriad of indistinguishable noises, only then did Kakashi relax, slowing his pace considerably upon feeling the organ harden warningly against his lips.

Slowly releasing the slick cock from his mouth, he passed his tongue along the traces it left behind, interested in the way the taste still lingered no matter how many times he swallowed. Feeling the cooling spit, he wiped his wet chin onto a shoulder uncaringly before fumbling around for the lubricant once more. One by one he worked the fingers of his other hand out of Sasuke’s body, unable to resist dragging the last one against the teen’s prostate one more time. Laughing lightly at the answering growl, he rose himself up to look the other in the eye.

Sasuke was so thankful Kakashi had known when to shut him up. He honestly didn’t know what had come over him. Somehow the mix of pleasure and being out here in the open had his mind trying to emulate the atmosphere, likely to liberate itself of all he’d kept inside over the years. Still, some of what he said probably came more of a surprise to him than it did to Kakashi. That’s why he’d been relieved to push it back into his subconscious where it belonged. Even he wasn’t sure what he would’ve wound up saying had Kakashi not stopped him.

Yet, as the man rose up to full height, that eye zeroed in on his own and told him Kakashi did know. As if to prove it, Kakashi nodded without saying a word. But to Sasuke it was clear as day, ‘it’s alright’. Internally, Sasuke scoffed. How could Kakashi be so perceptive of what he was thinking if half the time the man looked confused about his own thoughts? The realization of this caused him to smirk up at him, raising an eyebrow to convey the silent message. You don’t know shit.

“You going to use this?” he asked teasingly, hand snaking forward to wrap around Kakashi’s untouched erection. Snagging the tube from the man’s hand, he squeezed a decent amount onto his fingers, intrigued at the slippery feel of the translucent liquid, and coated the man’s cock with it in a fast rhythm. He indulged in the activity of watching the gray eye roll back before Kakashi could stop it, fascinated by the fact that he had this kind of effect on his ex-sensei. “Thought you were going to make me idolize it.” That wasn’t a direct quote, but Sasuke didn’t feel comfortable with tossing the word ‘love’ around in any sort of context at the moment.

Kakashi laughed lightly at the words. “Turn around,” he commanded, cock twitching as Sasuke released it to do as he was asked, arching his back for good measure. “Good,” he remarked, hands dropping to the teen’s ass and pulling apart the cheeks with lube-covered fingers. Moving forward to slide his throbbing cock into the crack, he performed an upward grind that sent them both moaning with anticipation, the heatwave it created almost unbearable. Leaning over to the Uchiha’s ear much like he did earlier, he warned, “Better hold on”.

Sasuke thought his legs were about to give out on him. That alluring voice in his ear as thick flesh thrust sluggishly against his entrance made the tips of his toes go numb. Not even sparing a look as to where he was grabbing, he eventually found his grip on the bars once more, hoping badly Kakashi really did give him a reason to ‘hold on’.

The man was playing with him. He’d poke the head of his cock bluntly against the hole, push just slightly, only to pull back and grind all over again. Growing frustrated, Sasuke pushed back, hissing in pained pleasure as the tip finally went inside, though Kakashi refused to move. Instead the jounin had drawn away until the only part of him touching Sasuke was the part inside him, and then leaned his chest heavily forward, nose nuzzling dark hairs.

“I wish you could see this,” Kakashi panted in his ear. “The way you open up around it.”

Sasuke’s mouth fell open as heat unrelated to the man’s constant breaths exploded around his ears and cheeks. He was glad he wasn’t expected to reply as Kakashi finally moved and slid another few inches in, and, though it was still painful, the lube most definitely worked better than spit. Kakashi stretched him wide and the act nearly stole the very breath from his lungs, his head falling back to rest on the solid shoulder behind him. Amid gasps, his mouth formed words without his brain’s consent, though this time on a totally different level. “I don’t need to see it, I feel it,” he growled, pushing off the railing to impale himself further.

Following Sasuke’s action, Kakashi moved to thrust up at the same time, moaning loudly as he was buried to the hilt. Both still pushed, as if trying to force more when there was none, the tension in their abdomens providing a pleasurable experience neither could describe. “I feel it too,” he hissed, groaning as Sasuke clenched around him. Reaching down, he gripped the top of the same bars Sasuke’s hands had taken residence of, pulling out partially before using the leverage they provided to slam back in, sending the other’s body colliding harshly into the railing with a dull thud.

The violent maneuver only seemed to spur the Uchiha on more, his head falling forward from the force of the motion in a loud cry. Not bothering to flip the strands of hair from his eyes, he turned to fix Kakashi with a lustful stare. “Make me feel it more.”

Sasuke hadn’t even finished the statement before Kakashi was throwing him against the metal again; hips bucking so hard the Uchiha’s body was being rocked back and forth like a limp rag doll. Faster and faster he picked up the pace, challenging himself to see how long he could keep Sasuke smashed into the bars with his rapid propulsions. When the pleasure became too much to fight off, he switched to long, smooth strokes. Pulling out nearly all the way only to fall right back inside, the strength was still shoving the teen brutally, top rail banging into a heaving chest and knocking scream after scream from Sasuke’s pale throat.

It was obvious he was being louder than ever at this point, yet there was nothing he could do to stop it. Especially when Kakashi’s hands were coming up to squeeze on either of his shoulders and fuck so amazingly into him, threatening to rip them from their very sockets. The constant pull on his muscles put the strain on his fingers, still trying desperately to keep their hold on the thin bars, which suddenly didn’t seem so stable. Sure enough, as Sasuke paused his cries to take in large amounts of air, he both heard and felt the wobbling creak of the fence he clung to. Any worry about the barrier collapsing was quickly eclipsed by the need to hold on, should he let go Kakashi would send them both toppling over backwards, effectively ruining the godly sensations this man was giving him.

Maintaining the momentum was becoming difficult even as he slowed. Each sound from Sasuke’s mouth dragged him one step closer to that cliff he wasn’t ready to leap off of just yet. Keeping the Uchiha against the metal, he brought his own body to effectively smash him there, sinking balls-deep into that sinful heat and feeling the creaking metal jolt them another centimeter or so forward. The heightened edge of danger it provided only made him more adamant about having them both against it.

Leaning the both of them over the rail, he groped around between the bars to find Sasuke’s leaking cock extended through them over the edge, and took it in his hand without preamble. Moaning lowly just above his ear, Kakashi pushed his hips into a circular grind as he fisted the erection with slow, firm strokes, smirking when Sasuke attempted to thrust into it despite being pinned.

He could tell from the feel Sasuke was dangerously close, and admittedly so was he. Even the act of arching his own body to hump against the Uchiha’s was beginning to become too much. The whole thing had been dragged out long enough; Kakashi knew it was time to finish it. Still, he kept his body’s own motions to a minimum, even when his strokes on the other began to quicken. He began to wander if Sasuke was still was still in the mood to talk…

Dragging his lips along the teen’s neck, he tightened the grip of his hand, hearing the squelching sounds of lube and precum as it traveled speedily up and down, pausing just so to twist at the tip, gathering more. His forearm was taking a rough beating from the dull metal edges digging into his skin, but it was ignored. He wouldn’t stop now, not knowing he’d have to successfully cloud Sasuke’s mind to drag this admission out of him.

“You said,” he began, voice low so as to not distract Sasuke’s mind from his body’s passion. He sped his hand up again, pouring all of his skill into the act before continuing, “you would never consider him your sensei.”

Had his entire being not been so warped by the feeling, Sasuke would have asked what Kakashi was getting at. Unfortunately that hand was holding him on that borderline ecstasy, where the only thing he could focus on was exploding. “Uhhh….yesss.” His eyes fell shut after that, brows furrowing in an angered expression though anger was the last thing on his mind. Both hands were lost to all sensation, his body so tense blood flow to them was impeded. He could feel his balls drawing up, the ability to even moan ceasing to function. His ears were ringing and he could feel his dick pulsing, but still Kakashi’s voice pierced his euphoria.

The pads of his fingers felt the vein on the underside of Sasuke’s cock begin to throb, and knew the Uchiha was a ticking time bomb. “Tell me who is,” he whispered, his own need hindering control over his voice, “who will always be…”

His entire body locked up, whether from the words or that hand, he didn’t know. What he did know was that his lungs shuddered as his mouth drew in one final gasp. “Y-you,” he confirmed shakily, voice cracking as that first streak of come shot from his tip. “You,” he said again, with conviction, “ahh! You are, sensei!”

Kakashi could restrict himself no longer. Feeling the hot fluid gush and drip down his hand as Sasuke’s body writhed on his cock like he was being electrocuted, there was no force on earth that could keep him from bucking wildly into that body. No level of self-control could keep the scream of his own voice from projecting so loudly. He could feel the spasms of Sasuke’s insides pulling every drop from his still-pumping cock and was so overcome by the intoxication, he didn’t think twice about pulling the trembling Uchiha into his arms as he rode out the aftershocks, gluing his forehead to Sasuke’s sweaty back as he finally slumped over him in exhaustion.

They remained like that for several minutes, the act of catching their breath seemed to escape them. Finally, Kakashi leaned up, surprised at the way his back hurt and full-blown wincing after untangling his arm from the bars. There was a deep rectangular impression staining the skin a bright red and he knew he would most certainly be feeling it for a few days.

Sasuke still couldn’t move from his spot. Cheek plastered against the rail below him, he groaned in agony as he forced one finger after another to release their grip, knuckles protesting heartily. Refraining from taking deep breaths proved hard, but he managed. Expanding his chest too far resulted in aggravated bruising; his entire front felt like it had been run over twenty times.

Pulling from the Uchiha’s warm body, Kakashi hesitated before taking a step backward. He noticed Sasuke’s state of injury and had he been a more noble person he would apologize. However, he instead let a grin cross his face, infinitely pleased with himself. He’d love to see the interesting shapes the teen’s bruises would form. Just before Sasuke could straighten, Kakashi let his gaze wander down to assess the damage, noticing the darkened tint a particular part of his body had taken on, grin growing by the second. “You wear red well, Sasuke.”

Sasuke had eventually managed to stand. Hearing Kakashi’s remark, a snappy retort was just on the tip of his tongue before something more pressing caught his attention. A split second later had him as far up against the building as possible, eyes wide and alert.

“What is it?” Kakashi questioned, having no idea Sasuke could move so fast, especially in that state.

Shaking his head disbelievingly, he raised his arm to point at Kakashi’s semen-covered hand. “Idiot, you dripped some, and now people are staring up here!”


A/N: I’m still laughing at the fact that I wrote that ending! XD Man Kakashi was so frustrating in this chapter. Mr. I-Must-Suppress-My-Feelings! Sasuke just needs to beat them out of him, or maybe get his mouth to work like truth serum like Kakashi’s! He's also got a serious "sensei" complex XD.

Anywayssss, please leave a review, I gotta know if my writing has gone to crap during my absence! ♥