Cold

Title: Cold

Author: One Sick Mind

Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi stole my soul, but in return he gave me Sasuke. I keep him under my bed in a little cage. (Sasuke, not Masashi.)

Description: Kakashi warms Sasuke. This has nothing to do with "Stone Cold," and I really should have come up with a less similar title, but "Cold" really was the best title for this.

Pairing: SasuKaka

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort (or Cold/Warmed), Ped, yaoi, oral, holy shit there's no NonCon in this!?!! I WROTE SOMETHING WITH CONSENSUAL SEX??? Holy salty lizard hats! And it's not even violent! No bondage! But don't let that scare you away folks, Sasuke at least has emergency-room-level condition... but nothing Kakashi can't fix! ^___~

Author's Note: All the stories I WANT to work on and finish, and THIS thing occurred to me last night (following two nights where I barely got any sleep) and literally WOULD NOT let me sleep until I squeezed the damn thing out like an overdue fetus.

But yeah... my judgment is zero right now, so if somebody who isn't sleep deprived has any suggestions at all, big or small, on how to improve this fic, go ahead and let me know.

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Cold


Heavy was not a property Sasuke had ever associated with the cold. But that's how it felt-- heavy. The heavy cold pushing on him from all sides, not wet but solid like a single hard wall that could flex to contact every piece of his skin.

He'd never thought of the cold as something that pulls you down and consumes you whole, never thought of it as something that makes the blackness get darker, but here he was... so cold...

The cold pressure had frozen his lungs and immobilized his body. He had been shivering and struggling to keep his head above water but now he was just sinking motionlessly into the cold. He had been bleeding before but was certain that all his blood had become ice crystals along with his sweat.

Except that an ice crystal is too delicate to withstand all this weight-- how the fuck did all that snow survive--

The cold was so thick it was all he could sense, but somewhere in the side of his mind he detected a hand around his arm, a movement around his body and then brightness and stinging sharp needles springing out of the heavy cold walls. A shock to his side and pounding on the walls and then he was gasping, coughing, eyes wide and seeing nothing but bright black dots dancing across white.

"Sasuke..."

Oh god, that voice. Sasuke moved his head towards it, and while the heaviness stayed with him it couldn't restrain him from seeking out the owner of that voice.

A hand against his cheek, rubbing and patting. Kakashi repeating his name as he shook his body. Sasuke made some sort of noise squeeze out through the cold and tightened around the larger body holding his.

More weight, but this he associated with Kakashi. Being carried somewhere, wishing he could be strong and walk by himself instead of suffering the indignity of being carried by his teacher-- in front of his teacher-- but his body was just too heavy to move.

He didn't recall passing out but he woke up in a room full of walls and wood. Heavy wet cold resistance was wrestled off of his body, and when he was picked up again he writhed against the burning skin. His cheekbone brushed against Kakashi's mask and he realized that was the only cloth touching him, the rest of the body around his was naked... He should have gotten hard when he registered that he was being held naked against Kakashi's bare body, but his body was just so trapped by the cold...

Startling, razor hot needles against his skin, he burrowed into Kakashi's chest to try to escape it. Strong arms turned him around and the solid chest supported his back; the hot water was hitting him from the front now and a hand held his head so he didn't choke water in with his gasps.

The drops of hot poked little dents into the thick wall of cold until enough of it was dissolved away to allow a different kind of cold to hit his skin and he started shivering.

Arms and chest continuing to surround and support him, occasionally shaking him to keep him conscious. Hot water tipping into his mouth, but from a cup, Kakashi trying to coax him to drink, throat clenching and sputtering and finally opening to allow the liquid to flow to the right place. The heat on his body feeling wet under Kakashi's hands as he rubbed the shower water over his skin, smoothing the sharp lines of heat.

A rough, brisk towel began drying him off and he was starting to come back to his senses. He was shivering violently, staring ahead at a door frame and a towel rack. Outside the door frame was a window allowing images of the blizzard outside to spill in; he looked away and focused on the man drying his chest. The white towel moved over his head and tousled about in his hair and batted his eyes and he turned around to slap it away.

He looked up at his naked, dripping wet teacher and froze, except for the uncontrollable shaking his body was throwing itself into.

Kakashi wrapped the towel around his shoulders and he curled into a ball inside it while watching the jounin dry himself off. Sasuke didn't know where the shuddering was coming from, the cold or watching him. Kakashi's mask was off but Sasuke was too busy following the lean muscular lines of his hips and abdomen to notice. He was staring shamelessly when Kakashi walked back up to him and looked him in the face, studying his wide eyes and trembling blue lips with medical indifference.

"Sasuke, are you with me?"

That question had too many meanings to make sense, but he liked the sound of the question and just nodded, still staring dumbly at his teacher's beautiful body.

Kakashi sighed, apparently evaluating Sasuke's coherence to be too unreliable to accurately answer any questions. He tried to pick the boy up and Sasuke struggled to his feet so he could walk instead of being carried. He allowed Kakashi to let him lean against him as he guided him to a lone futon next to the wall.

The corner and cushion supported him while Kakashi wrapped bandages around a wound under his ribs he hadn't even noticed, and now that he did it started to sting viciously. It was a stab wound from the fight that had thrown him into the frozen lake, and while it had gone into his muscle it wasn't life-threatening. Mostly Sasuke was annoyed that it made it necessary for Kakashi to break off the close contact to wrap it.

Kakashi put away the bandages and held another cup of hot water to Sasuke's lips, which he snatched with own hands and drank himself. As he gulped down the last of the water, Kakashi slid behind him and wrapped a blanket around the two of them. Sasuke dropped the empty cup.

Kakashi's warm, naked skin made him shiver. Sasuke focused on keeping his breathing normal but couldn't get his damn heartbeat to slow down. Kakashi would feel it! His chest vibrating so hard against his naked side... Oh fuck, his breathing was erratic and shuddering against Kakashi's neck, but then he was supposed to be cold and shivering anyway wasn't he? He was getting hard but his own thighs were curled up against his front so he knew Kakashi at least wouldn't feel that...

An arm wrapped around his shoulders, encasing him further in blankets and skin. Was Kakashi doing this on purpose? Did he feel the same way too? Sasuke's ear was right next to his jugular and the faint whisper of Kakashi's pulse was impassive and steady... slowing. Kakashi was drifting away to sleep while Sasuke's heart and breathing were speeding out of control.

Mind exploding, he let his hand slide from Kakashi's ribcage to his thigh, forearm resting on his lap. His other hand flexed, tightened, relaxed, trembled a little against Kakashi's shoulder. The memory of Kakashi's strong hands stroking his body back to life was too painfully fresh, he couldn't let things stop at this... not with his palm against his teacher's naked thigh and all that bare skin sharing the same space...

If the blanket hadn't been over Sasuke's skin, the moisture dripping off his bangs would have evaporated on contact.

He pulled his hand in... heart and breath stopping as his fingertips glided over the area between Kakashi's legs--

-- and, heart and breath managing to stop even more as a hand clamped around his wrist.

"Sasuke, wake up. You're dreaming about some girl..." Kakshi's lazy, sleepy voice was filled with fake.

Eyes shut tight, face burning hot, mortified grimace stretching Sasuke's flaming cheeks.*

"No... I'm not..." Whose voice said that? It didn't sound like his own. He also couldn't figure out who was moving his free hand across Kakashi's bare cheekbone and up and down his jawline and neck. Or who snuck burning passion into his eyes when he looked into his sensei's, his gaze the only steady thing in his quaking little body.

"Sasuke..." Kakashi sounded bored, indifferent, a little exasperated. "You shouldn't think about your teacher that way."

The strange voice said, "I'm not thinking about my teacher... I'm thinking about you..." The last word snipped off like a sob and disappeared against Kakashi's lips. It was a shaky, doubtful, clumsy kiss and Kakashi had the grace to not let it last very long.

Kakashi's hand pushing him gently away, rejection around the edges of every breath, Sasuke should have backed off ten centuries ago but his warm naked teacher wrapped around him so comfortably was twisting him apart and there was something he needed desperately and was determined not to lose...

Both hands clamped around some part of Kakashi's body and eyes locked into his. Scared doubtful certainty about what he wanted. Uncertain conviction that somehow, somehow Kakashi felt the same. Deep inside knowing that Kakashi didn't and deeper inside not caring. But Sasuke was bold, and direct, and he never backed down.

He moved in to kiss Kakashi again and was stopped by hands holding his shoulders and forcing him to resume staring into his teacher's eyes. One black like his, and one red like his, but the black one was Kakashi's and it was that eye that Sasuke searched inside for a glimpse of his soul.

"Sasuke, you really want this, don't you?"

Sasuke didn't notice he wasn't breathing until he looked for the breath to answer and couldn't find it. He just continued to stare and tightened his hands around his teacher's body. Lappy desperate heat radiated off Sasuke's skin and pushed against Kakashi's, pleading to be let in.

Kakashi sighed, that sort of almost-disappointed sigh he made when Sasuke demonstrated a trait he wasn't too fond of... Sasuke was dying inside, suddenly wishing his body would implode into his stomach... Then a big, warm hand on his shoulder and another supporting his lower back and guiding him to the floor and a mouth inside his and a tongue trailing licks down...

Sasuke's body was jumping, shuddering and writhing despite his efforts to control himself, little noises escaping out of his disobedient throat. He still wanted to seem strong and collected in front of Kakashi, but it was impossible now, his mind was still a little muddled from that century of being cold and crazed from the close contact. He wanted Kakashi more desperately than he had admitted to himself before and now he was dealing with too much too fast than he had been prepared to comprehend. Kakashi reached his hips too quickly and he whimpered loudly when he was taken into his mouth.

Kakashi brought him off quickly and professionally, like a whore anxious for her next crack fix. As soon as Sasuke was spent, he left him panting on the floor and walked away to gaze indifferently out the window.

"I hope that takes care of things," said Kakashi calmly. "Maybe now you can get your mind off of places you can never go."

Though still weak and not-quite-coherent, Sasuke clenched his teeth and fists. "Kakashi--" he started, jumping up and wrapping his arms around his teacher in a desperate hug.

Kakashi skillfully pushed him away. "It looks like you're plenty warmed up now. I don't think there's any need for us to sleep together anymore."

And he curled up in the far corner of the room and pretended to sleep, leaving Sasuke to stare out the window at the snow and pretend not to cry.


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* Flaming! Bwwah ha ha ha! Holy shit I need sleep

Please review, and since this is such a random-assed fic, why don't you use this review space to make requests. Please keep in mind I prefer to write violent sex, preferable involving blood, ropes, and non-consent, and you will need to make a VERY good case to get me to do something that doesn't involve Sasuke! Except Hiei, I like him but haven't written much yet. Anyone else wanna see SasuHiei? Anyone else WRITE SasuHiei? Sigh... It'll help if you say something more inspiring than "Sasuke/Itachi", too, like "Sasuke and Itachi get in a fight at a carnival and have sex among the dangerous machinery of the rides and cotton candy while clowns watch."