Unless You're Dead, Get Out

A/N: So this if my first story ever, EVER published. Try not to flame or gang up on me like a pack of wolves, it does have warnings after all. If you don't like, don't read. It's as simple as that. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Sensual sliding of the current had the water caressing him like a lover’s touch. He had been standing in the river for quite some time, not moving, just allowing it to ease the tension his muscles had accumulated from another day of training with his pupil. Since the ever-pouting student would have no “lazing about while I work my ass off” Kakashi was sad to admit he hadn’t cradled Icha Icha in his palm for nearly three days. As big of a price as it was to pay, it was also worth it as Sasuke came closer to mastering Chidori each day.

A lazy smile crossed his masked face as he laid to dip himself back into the water. The kid was definitely an Uchiha, freshly turned thirteen and already well on his way to becoming one of Konoha’s finest shinobi. Out of all team seven, the jounin felt he and Sasuke were most compatible, and was quite pleased to teach him one-on-one. Naruto just held too much energy for him, plus…Kakashi hated the color orange. Sakura on the other hand, was simply too smart for him, though it did not transcend into her actual physical skills. Now Sasuke, there was someone he could deal with for an extended period of time. Despite his occasional brattiness and self-absorbed demeanor, he appreciated the fact he didn’t push for conversation, did not complain when it came to what he was being taught, and it didn’t hurt that he reminded Kakashi of himself. The man chuckled lightly at his own train of thought. That nearly sounded narcissistic, and he was simply too aloof to be considered that.

Ah, and there it was. The chakra signature he’d grown so used to within the past four days, and it was coming ever closer…surely to tell him to get out, no doubt. Sasuke wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty when training, but at the end of the day his prissy side came out and he would scrub himself clean even if it took all night.

Too lazy to care, and too eager to see the upcoming reaction, Kakashi allowed his eyes to drift shut, looking completely relaxed and impervious to the enraged glare he was undoubtedly receiving from just a few yards away. It was obvious the teenager had parked himself on the shore, refusing to voice his outrage, choosing instead to stand seething with his arms crossed, unused towel thrown carelessly to the ground.

After some time had passed, it was obvious the sensei had won this round.

“Unless you’re dead, get out already.”

It was growled out, very little air passing through his lungs, resulting in a nearly silent demand. Any normal person would not hear it considering the loud sounds of nature, especially the constant lapping of the water against the earth. Kakashi heard it, though. He had been listening for it after all. The smirk appeared on his face before Sasuke had even begun to speak, ears sensitive enough to pick up the exaggerated sigh prior to the statement, altogether making it far too difficult to contain his amusement.

A single gray eye popped open, the scarred one remaining shut out of habit, and it was met with a positively livid gaze that held just as much intimidation at a distance as it would if he were right in front of him. Such a shame all the effort was wasted, for this silver-haired man was unaffected. Pulling himself up to leisurely stand, droplets cascading down his shoulders and chest to rejoin the river that stopped at his waist, he did his best to flip his waterlogged hair backwards so it would stop dripping in his face. In record time the smirk extended into a full grin behind damp blue cloth. “Yo, Sasuke-kun.”

If the Uchiha’s mouth could form more of a frown at this moment, Kakashi was sure his lips would break in half. His student was clearly about to strangle someone twice his age with no regrets…over something as simple as bathing? And as soon as—ah! There it was. The eyebrow twitch…it was time to call it quits, that signified Sasuke had met his limit and would not feel obligated to talk to the other for the rest of the week if this continued.

Satisfied with his torment, Kakashi urged him forward with a hand gesture. “Come on, I surely don’t take up the entire river, there is room for both of us.” As if to prove his point, he dove underwater and swam even further out, giving his student all the room he could ask for.

Taken by surprise at the suggestion, all traces of Sharingan, being just seconds from going completely red, retracted from his eyes like an off switch. Kakashi wanted him to…what?! His mind was racing as he stood there with the same dumb expression on his face. The man did have a point. There was plenty of room for both of them. It wasn’t like they were in some bathtub together or something…Sasuke shuddered at the thought, unsure of whether it was from a bad feeling…or a good one.

Before he lost his mind entirely, he made quick work of toeing off his sandals, followed by his black Uchiha shirt, the high collar catching on his nose slightly and causing him to scowl once more. His hands unwillingly paused at the hem of his shorts, conscience telling him he was acting stupid and obviously the opposite of logic at the moment. Conflicted as he was, stubbornness rules all, and the shorts and boxers were yanked from his body. Before thoughts and doubts of his nakedness could sink in, he dove into the water as deeply as he could, almost regretting it immediately as the harsh temperature of the water met with his overly sensitized and heated body.

Sputtering and coughing, he resurfaced after accidentally inhaling a bit of the salty water, the sudden cold causing him to gasp in reflex. He swore he heard Kakashi laugh, but a sudden twist in his direction showed him to be lightly dozing in the same position he was in earlier. Just this once he would love to act childish and throw something at the man who looked, and sometimes acted, too young for his age. He proceeded to wash the dirt and grime away, taking care to thoroughly clean every inch of his body, back turned toward his sensei the entire time. Still, he couldn’t help but cast a few “accidental” glances toward his bathing partner; unable to shake the feeling he was being watched.

Once done and feeling quite refreshed, Sasuke allowed himself to let out a sigh, slipping under the water once more and just drifting a bit with the tide. When he came up for oxygen, strands of hair glued tightly to his head, he noticed something odd. Kakashi was…gone? Examining the shore only showed his discarded towel and clothes littering the sand, no accompanying wet footprints. Maybe he was just too far out and he couldn’t see him, it had gotten rather dark being so late, the clouds were doing an excellent job of hiding the moon, making it rather difficult to see much of anything.

“Kakashi…?” It wasn’t yelled but it wasn’t said softly either, and it made him all the more uncomfortable when it went unanswered. Any other time he would be more than pleased to be in the water naked and alone, but…something wasn’t right.

There was a sudden tightening in his stomach that he recognized as panic, though he would never admit it. The jounin was nowhere to be found, other than slight waves there was no sign of a disturbance in the water. Feeling the tightening sensation travel further up until it was in his throat, Sasuke dove under the water, swimming as fast as he could to where he last saw his sensei.

Underwater was no better than above water, in fact it was worse. It was as if he had gone blind, everything was pitch black, even the air bubbles that poured from his mouth and nose were opaque. Energy drained from a day of harsh training, he didn’t make it far before his arms were reduced to making pitiful attempts at paddling, lungs burning from lack of air. Just as he was about to come up, something sturdy collided with his nose and forehead, forcing his eyes to go wide with surprise at the unexpected obstacle. Thoroughly fearful that he had encountered something he would not want to encounter, he pushed off the ground with his feet in alarm, desperate to breathe…and to get away from that thing.

He broke the surface gasping, head tilted upwards and sounding as if he were about to die. The thundering in his chest signaled his heart was racing beyond belief, only causing more reason for his hyperventilating. Out of nowhere large warm hands were clasping his shoulders on either side, and a masked face craned over his, concern written all over it. Struggling to calm himself, the Uchiha could not contain his erratic breathing, and it did not help that he could barely keep his head above the water. To his terror, the corners of his vision were growing fuzzy and he began to grow faint.

There was no struggle when Kakashi pulled him to his body, arm locked securely around the teen’s waist to keep him above water, and proceeded to wade back to the shallow end of the river. Once there, he slowly lowered Sasuke to his feet but kept his hands on his hips the entire time, afraid he would tip over. Pulling his right hand up, he pressed two fingers against the pulse on his student’s neck, relieved when he felt the thumping had decreased dramatically and would almost be considered normal. In a bizarre gesture, he couldn’t resist brushing the boy’s wet bangs aside, only offering a smile when the other’s eyes fluttered open to give him a confused look.

Honestly, if Sasuke had enough energy in him, he was convinced he would shove that man underwater until he drowned. The only reason he went through all this just now was because of him! If he could just stay in once place the whole time…or even if he could just answer when his name is called. Of all the things he wanted to say, the only thing he could get out was a mumbled “your fault” before relaxing his body in exhaustion, eyes drooping but not shutting.

Kakashi laughed lightly, hand still pressed to Sasuke’s forehead, he traced the finger past his brow and along the line of his cheek to his chin, pausing there as if contemplating something, before dragging it up extra slowly to caress the other’s bottom lip. Suddenly it was as if a light bulb clicked on. This was his student! He really had no right to go about touching him like this, and he suddenly felt really guilty about it. Just as he went to pull away, however, the mouth below opened and the finger was drawn into the Uchiha’s mouth with no force from Kakashi’s end whatsoever.

The man was frozen in his place, every nerve in his entire being was being relocated in that finger. Sensual lips surrounded the pad in a not-too-tight embrace, the inside of them slick with saliva accompanied by the smooth hardness of teeth just a little further in. A sudden pain shot through him, one he registered from being bitten, and suddenly Sasuke had locked gazes with him, a strange look he had never seen out of the teen before was flickering in those eyes, and he knew something similar was to be found in his own when he felt the sweet caress of a velvety tongue slide back and forth across the digit.

He swallowed dryly, perverted mind fantasizing of all the other things he could shove in that mouth and feel that sinful tongue against, one in particular making itself known as it hardened considerably just from having such close contact with a person he deemed untouchable. A part of him thanked whatever god available for putting space between their lower bodies. Sasuke really didn’t need to know he had such an effect on him, his ego was big enough as it was.

Still, as much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t bring himself to do this. There were at least ten different reasons this would be wrong, and if it were anyone else doing this to him in the same situation, he would yank his hand from their mouth and retract his palm from a very very naked hip. But this was Sasuke…and that alone made things so much harder to handle. He realized he’d fallen into a daze, and abruptly snapped out of it when his finger was pulled from the hot cavern and sent back into the water surrounding him, all the while aware of the smaller but firmly-gripping hand that held his wrist and leading it in a direction he never thought he’d go.

Beneath the mask he bit his lip hard to contain his own sound, but his ears could not shut out the sudden pleasure-filled gasp that flew from his student’s mouth as his hand cupped extremely hard flesh. How he wanted to ignore the fact that even in the water Sasuke’s cock felt like it was on fire, how he wished he was ignorant when noticing his hand was so big he could encase nearly the entire shaft and the Uchiha’s tight sac within his grasp.

“Sasuke…” his voice sounded broken, too much feeling radiating through his body to compose himself, “I can’t.”

That black depthless gaze had never left his own, even while so much action had gone on under the water, narrowing his eyes just the slightest bit, he released his grip on his sensei’s wrist, letting his arm fall back to his side in surrender.

“Then don’t.”

There was a challenge in his voice, leaving Kakashi uncertain all over again. Despite what he had just said, his hand remained glued to the spot, unable to move. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, it was enough to reduce any man to a confused state. The nagging voice in his head rose again, more demanding this time, This is your student! He is thirteen years old! Finally, it had fully cemented itself into his mind, and the jounin found the will to retract his hand, not missing the slight groan from Sasuke. Breaking the eye contact once and for all, he turned and proceeded to walk back to shore. Surely this would make things slightly awkward in the morning, but they were both dedicated to training, so it shouldn’t take too long for things to go back to normal.

Pondering this he was completely caught off guard by a long arm snaking across his stomach and plunging down. He nearly howled at the unexpected contact against his quickly recovering erection. “Sasssuke,” it came out as a half-gasp, half-grunt, and he was quick to wrap his fingers around the other’s wrist, preparing to pull him off. He didn’t care if his cock came off with his hand so long as he wasn’t close to him anymore, his resolve was crumbling all over again.

“You never said anything about me, just yourself!” With that said, he latched his mouth as high up the jounin’s back as he could reach, biting down just enough into the tightened muscle to see Kakashi’s head tip back and his grip slacken slightly. That was when he went in for the kill. Tightening his hand and wrapping all fingers fully around the member, he began a slow but forceful stroke on his sensei’s cock, memorizing the feel just incase he was pushed away for the final time. Unable to resist the sudden feeling of acceptance, Sasuke drew his body against the other’s back, moaning loudly at the heavenly contact, and proceeded to grind his member against the back of Kakashi’s thigh whilst continuing the assault to his back. “I want this so bad,” he admitted in a harsh, pleading breath between nips to a shoulder blade.

That shattered him. Whatever righteousness the older man held up until this moment was blown away just by that confession. Anyone else…anyone else, he kept thinking, and the answer would be no. But with Sasuke—“Yes,” he whispered, turning around and facing the other full on, all emotion written on his face. “Yes,” it was confirmed once more before a mask was pulled down and lips were smashed together.


A/N: Ahhhhhh, kill me for not finishing this already. I wanted to make a oneshot and ended up extending it into a second chapter. Oh well, be on the lookout for the Kaka/Sasu smex in your future. In the meantime, review! Even if it's one word it means that I've effected someone's day, so please?