Forbidden

Forbidden
By Mieren

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and sadly enough I don’t make any money writing this.

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Kakashi dismissed his students from a D-ranked mission of pulling weeds, allowing them to go home and wash off. His eyes followed one student particularly closely and he sighed softly to himself, his visible eye growing sad. Naruto looked so much like his father, the silver-haired man’s former mentor. As a child, he had developed a deep crush on the blond man. He had started wearing a mask the year he had become a genin, hiding his emotions from the man he had come to foolishly love. He knew even then that it could never be. His sensei had a wife. What better indication that he didn’t stand a chance?

He hadn’t known at first who Naruto really was. No one knew. Just as it had been kept a secret from the younger generation that the blond contained the demon fox, his true identity was withheld from the entire population of Kohana. As he grew up, the resemblance started to appear. In recent years, the likeness was downright uncanny. Some people began to suspect, but Kakashi knew. The blond Hokage wouldn’t have burdened anyone else’s child with such a grievance.

The jounin passed by Naruto’s apartment, uncovering his Sharingan eye as he drew near. The bathroom was butted up against an outside wall, likely for ventilation purposes, and it had a small window. He watched through the tiny crack in the curtains as the blond undressed, dropping his clothes unceremoniously on the floor. Kakashi prayed that he planned to take a bath, sighing when the boy vanished behind the shower curtain.

Heaving another sigh, he left, wondering silently why he tortured himself so. He couldn’t have the blond. Even if Naruto miraculously turned out to be gay, he was too young to pursue at the moment. It was his student and he was more than twice his age!

Distraught, he headed home to end yet another day in a cold shower with his hand as his only companion to relieve his frustrations.

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Naruto knew he was being followed from the moment he was dismissed from his rather pathetic mission of childish gardening. Catching a draft of wind, he discovered that it was Kakashi and decided to ignore him, deeming him to be a safe shadow. Entering his apartment, he deliberately cracked the curtains to his bathroom window to view what was happening outside as he prepared for his shower. He was a little shocked to see Kakashi peering inside with his Sharingan fully activated, but didn’t show that he even noticed the man was there.

As he stepped into the shower, he noticed the broken-hearted expression on his sensei’s face and immediately stepped back out to confront the silver-haired man. Kakashi was long gone before he could even get to the window. His face scrunched up, clearly annoyed. He made a mental note to harass his sensei after his shower. Perhaps he could even bully the man into buying him some ramen while they talked.

Scrubbing the last of the shampoo out of his hair, he hurried to dry off, eager for the thought of ramen. While toweling his body dry, he became irritated with his persistently wet hair and did something that he normally refrained from doing due to the mess it involved, flipping his head forward and shaking it vigorously. Water went everywhere, not that he cared.

Jamming into a baggy set of boxers and a rather vibrant orange sweat suit, the blond started after the jounin. He found him at his apartment, naked in his room, moaning deliriously and pumping his length. Scarlet, Naruto hurriedly backed away, praying that the man hadn’t seen him. How mortifying, catching his teacher doing… that. To top matters, he was moaning Naruto’s name as he came across his sculpted abdomen.

Naruto took off. He couldn’t believe that his teacher, of all people, was thinking of him like that. To be honest, he couldn’t imagine anyone thinking of him like that. He didn’t know what to think. Kakashi was more than twice his age, and a male at that.

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During the following days of training, Naruto watched his sensei closely, noting how the visible dark eye seemed to trace his every movement while ignoring his two teammates. The moment the daily session was over, he bolted, inevitably ending up at the ramen stand, not by intent but by routine. Without even asking, the man at the stand brought him his favorite, miso ramen.

Blinking absently at the food set in front of his nose, Naruto automatically snapped apart his chopsticks and started to take his first bite when someone sat down next to him. Glancing over, he nearly choked on his noodles when he recognized his sensei.

“His tab is on mine,” Kakashi offered up, offering the blond a smile from underneath his ever-present mask. The older man had quickly figured out that the blond had noticed his interest and was wary of the thought. His own conscience had decided for him that he would proceed if and only if Naruto wanted to advance in any sort of relationship.

Skittish, Naruto finished his first bowl of ramen in seconds and moved to escape, uncertain of what his sensei wanted of him after what he had seen. Kakashi calmly threw down some money and followed the blond, thoroughly unnerving his young student. The poor blond tried to run, but his teacher was by far faster, reaching his apartment first.

Uncertain, Naruto allowed himself to be backed into his own home, his teacher never leaving more than a few inches between them. Backing up, he tripped, landing gracelessly on the sofa in his tiny living room.

Seemingly pleased with his temporarily helplessness, Kakashi pounced on the smaller blond, pinning him with ease. Smirking, he pulled down his mask and pecked the blond on the lips, watching carefully for a response. Naruto just blinked. Assuming that this was not a blatant rejection, he tried again, this time pressing his tongue between the boy’s lips, pleasantly surprised when the virgin mouth opened to his ventures. He was happy to just to play with the limp tongue of the boy when Naruto started to respond, carefully moving his tongue back with no idea of what he was doing or even why. What did his sensei want from him?

Delighted that Naruto hadn’t immediately yanked away and called him a pervert, Kakashi gently ran one hand down the blonde’s chest, deliberately tweaking a nipple. He was almost sure that his student would lose it at that point and shove him off while screaming that he was a pervert, amazed when Naruto sucked in a surprised breath when his nipple was caressed. The jounin instantly took note of the sensitive spot he had found and made it his mission to find more areas that made the petite blond gasp and squirm.

Confused blue eyes just watched him carefully as he was gently disarmed and disrobed. Naruto only started to squirm when he was down to only his boxers and slender fingers were threatening to remove those as well. He was not as naïve as people believed him to be and he knew damn well what the silver-haired jounin was after. His hesitation came in whether or not he wanted it. To date, no one would so much as speak to him unless forced to, much less touch him. The age difference didn’t bother him like it did Kakashi. All he was worried about was if this was going to cause him pain, something that he could handle but honestly didn’t enjoy.

Boxers removed, Naruto still remained unmoving, watching Kakashi closely as he removed his clothes as well, watching the blond as closely as he was being watched. The fox-gennin was shocked to see the whole of his sensei’s face for the first time. He knew that the silver-haired man was hiding something, but it turned out to be only a scar across one eye, the Sharingan, on what was otherwise a finely sculpted, almost delicate face. His eyes drifted lower, noting old scars on alabaster flesh and finely tuned muscle on a lean frame. Except for a few scars, his sensei was a handsome man and he had absolutely no idea why the jounin was interested in him in any way. He was only a runt gennin with no skills that held a demon that nearly destroyed Kohana.

Unrobed, Kakashi approached his student, who had yet to move, mostly hard already despite the fact that they hadn’t really gotten started. The uncertain kiss that Naruto had issued indicated that he wasn’t entirely revolted, or at least not afraid. That made him pause. Had the boy been sexually abused in the past and was just not scared of someone he knew? Shit. He’d have to go slowly to make sure he wasn’t traumatizing an already traumatized boy.

Approaching, Kakashi noted that Naruto wasn’t frightened, just watching closely as he came nearer. The older man placed one hand on the blonde’s upper thigh and waited for a response, finding none. Well, that meant that at least he wasn’t scared. Unfortunately, he wasn’t aroused either. Growling, he decided to fix that.

Naruto jerked in surprise when Kakashi’s lips locked to his own at the same moment that his hand grasped his flax dick and started pumping in a meaningful manner. Not sure what to do, he delicately placed his palms on his sensei’s shoulders. That was when Kakashi decided to take advantage of the one sweet spot he had found on his student by pinching his nipple, earning himself a gasp and a direct opening to the sweet mouth underneath his own. Happily taking the opportunity, he thrust his tongue into the blonde’s mouth, pleased when he felt a tentative and incredibly clumsy response. One thing was for sure. Naruto had never kissed before.

Participation was always a good thing and Kakashi took it as willingness to proceed. He dropped his hand from a nipple to circle the little blonde’s opening. The foreign experience caused Naruto to jerk, relieving Kakashi immensely. If the blond didn’t know the feeling, he hadn’t been abused.

Deciding to test the waters, Kakashi pulled his tongue back to avoid shock-snapping teeth and lowered his mouth to a sensitive nipple, sucking aggressively when he gently pushed one finger into the young teenager beneath him. Naruto started to yank away, stilling again when the hand just followed him, the finger gently rubbing inside of him. The feeling was strange, but it didn’t hurt so he decided not to protest. The finger found something inside him just as Kakashi bit down lightly on his nipple, causing him to arch into the strange touches. A strange noise erupted at the back of his throat, only to spur his perverted jounin sensei to proceed further.

Kakashi switched positions, dropping the mostly formed erection in his hand to move his fingers to play with sensitive nipples, and at the same time lowering his head to take Naruto’s dick into his mouth. He was pleased to taste the precum, thankful that the boy he was taking advantage of was at least enjoying himself. Smirking around his mouthful, he inserted a second finger into the boy.

Naruto flinched. One finger had been nothing, but two was something that he couldn’t stand two quite yet. He was grateful that the digits remained immobile while he adjusted to the invasion, trying to focus on the talented mouth that was working on his manhood. A moment later, the fingers moved, first in and out slowly and then once in, scissoring gently to open his virgin entrance.

Blue eyes widened. Naruto knew the logistics of male to male sex and against his will glanced down, almost passing out when he saw the size of Kakashi’s member, already fully hardened. Did the man really expect to put that there? Finger number three answered yes.

Naruto made a soft noise, not quite a whimper. It didn’t hurt yet or he’d be fighting. Still, Kakashi responded to the sound instantly, moving his mouth up to meet the blonde’s and dropping his nipple teasing hand down to the boy’s erection.

Naruto sucked in hard on the kiss, trying to distract himself from the three fingers pumping into him. He didn’t even mind that the flavor of the kiss had changed to something a little bitter, probably his own cum.

The fingers were removed. Naruto might have been relieved except when something much larger replaced it, pressed against his entrance but not penetrating. The mouth didn’t move from his own and he started to panic, knowing what the jounin had in mind. Only a gennin, he had no way to escape.

Turned on by the sudden wriggling, Kakashi swirled the head of his heavily lubed erection around Naruto’s opening, not knowing that the squirming was a sign of terror, not one of acceptance. He started to push forwards.

Making a high-pitched noise, Naruto allowed the invasion, forcing his muscles to comply to the strange sensation. It seemed to go on forever as Kakashi inched forward. Thighs met thighs. Kakashi moaned in pleasure while Naruto remained motionless, trying to accept the invasion to his body. It stung, but it didn’t hurt. His healing capacities kicked in and then everything was all right. Now he was just full. There was no other way to describe it, he was full.

Curios as to why his sensei wasn’t moving, Naruto pushed his hips forwards against Kakashi. Beaming, the older man pulled back and pressed in again, desperately awaiting the results. He would NOT rape a teenager who was already abused by the majority of society. To his relief, Naruto grunted and shoved against him again, this time at a different angle, where the fingers had felt so nice, moaning loudly when he found something he wanted.

Grinning insanely, Kakashi started to aim for the angle that his student had set, spurred on by the moans and exuberant cries he extracted from the blond. He was so tight that it almost hurt to thrust. After a bit, Naruto loosened up enough that it was no longer uncomfortable and then he really set in to thrusting. Naruto’s arms finally dropped from his shoulders to experimentally caress his chest, delicately tracing muscles, and gingerly playing with barely peaking nipples. For a moment, he even played with his silver hair. Once, he even ran his finger down the scar on his mentor’s face.

Finally relaxed by the faint touches he found, Naruto was ready to fully engage in his activities, shoving against Kakashi with force. The hand on his erection sped up and the kiss intensified, tonsils caressed gently by a demanding tongue. Kakashi dropped his erection to loose up a hand so he could pinch both nipples at once roughly, confirming his suspicions that the blond was a masochist when the blond ripped his head away to scream and came forcefully across his abdomen. The tightening of his innards coaxed Kakashi to follow him.

The two screamed each others’ names as they came. While Naruto lay panting, Kakashi laid a gentle kiss on student’s lips. The blond reciprocated weakly. Kakashi pulled out smoothly.

“I’m sorry. Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did I upset you?” Kakashi asked urgently.

“No! I just… I just don’t know…”

“Do you want to stay with me?” the older man asked urgently.

“Will… you hurt me?”

“Did I hurt you just now?”

“No,” Naruto stalled. “But… but I liked it.”

“And you want me to stay with you? I’m more than twice your age!”

“But you still did it.”

“I thought… you were unconscious after you fell.”

“I wasn’t,” Naruto mumbled. Eyebrows crunched together. “Would you have still taken me if I was?”

“Yes,” Kakashi said without pause.

“Why?”

“Because you look and act just like someone I knew long ago.”

Naruto paused. Looked and acted like him? Kakashi knew his father! He faltered. “Is this a one time thing?”

“That’s your choice. I never meant to take it this far.”

“Does that mean you’re leaving?

“Again, it’s your choice.”

Naruto contemplated while Kakashi worried. Sighing, the older man tried to pull away, finding himself restrained by his student’s rather sturdy legs. He froze.

Naruto took little time to consider, squishing them together in the juices of his release. Not seeming to mind, the older man pulled the blond closer.

“I want you to stay,” Naruto said softly. Had Kakashi truly known his father?

“As long as you want me to,” Kakashi rumbled, knowing what was going through the blonde’s mind but not caring. If his student was happy, that was all that mattered to him.

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