Jingle Bells (Not a Christmas story!!)

A/N: My first oneshot, how lovely is that? It’s completely pointless, 99% slutty smut just in time for the holidays. Sasuke is underage…by a lot (but I can’t help that) and is the most sex-crazed thing I've ever created, leaving Kakashi there to tame him XD. And this is dedicated to MAKandCHEESE because I find her adorable and I feel like one of my purposes in this world is to satisfy her craving for Kaka/Sasu and Uchihacest. So, Merry Christmas my dear!


Oh…and MAK…I better get like a whole anthology of art from you after this! =P


I'll say this once again, THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CHRISTMAS WHATSOEVER!


This takes place during episode 5. Ha! Does anybody even remember from way back then?


Kakashi let out a sigh once he’d re-entered Konoha. Today had been their first training session as Team Seven. He had a lot of work ahead of him if he was going to turn these genin into chuunin during the upcoming months. Each third of the three-man cell had both their strengths and their weaknesses…especially weaknesses.

Naruto, he’d gathered, was simply an “act first, think later” kind of guy, that being said to the highest extreme. If he were to fall for a stupid trap twice like he did with the bell on the ground, Kakashi wasn’t sure how long he’d last once actual missions above D rank came in. Not to mention his childish rivalry with Sasuke seriously hindered their ability to work together at this point.

He paused to return the friendly wave from the bookshop owner; he was her favorite customer.

Now, Sakura was an interesting case. She possessed all the book smarts that even some jounin did not have, but when it came time to act…nothing. Even the most intelligent person in the world is worthless if they don’t know how to put their knowledge to good use. That was Sakura Haruno, and that was Kakashi’s problem. He honestly didn’t know how to fix that in a person other than intense repetitive training. She’d be a sitting duck going up against a real opponent. Not to mention, she too fell for mind tricks easily. It was obvious when Kakashi used her crush on Sasuke against her.

Turning down a busy street corner, he raised the little orange book to better cover his face amongst the curious glances from the woman at the bakery. She was unsettling.

Finally, his thoughts were brought to Sasuke. Now Kakashi had to admit he was quite intrigued at the prospect of having an Uchiha as a pupil. His own explicit experience of having the sharingan was sure to help encourage the boy through the development of his own. Admittedly, he was a smidge biased with thoughts on his team. For some reason, that little moody twelve-year old held a special place in his heart, but Kakashi felt it was more related to Sasuke’s familiar personality and less involved with the Uchiha family massacre. His skills were far advanced compared to the other two, a true prodigy for his age. But, even if he offered Naruto the food as an expression of comradeship, that didn’t excuse the way he acted alone in battle.

Even if he could hold his own.

Making another turn on a road he previously had no intention of taking, Kakashi’s suspicions were confirmed. He was being followed. And part of him had a pretty good clue of just who it was…assuming it wasn’t the woman from the bakery again. Whipping around the next corner before he was spotted, he ducked into a cramped alley between two apartment complexes. Just a few more seconds…

It was just as he’d suspected: Sasuke. The boy came to a halt right in front of Kakashi’s current hiding place, tapping his foot in an annoyed fashion and making a 360 spin as if determining the most likely location for the man to have disappeared. Beneath the shadows of the buildings, the jounin waited for just the right moment.

Outside in the middle of the intersection, the Uchiha turned his back to his hidden sensei, contemplating the possibility of Kakashi having turned back the other way and him not noticing it due to the hefty crowd in the streets today. The man deemed this the perfect opportunity. Soundlessly, he leapt from the alley, pacing briskly up behind his short student.

“Hello, Sasuke-kun!”

The boy must have leapt ten feet in the air, clearly not detecting Kakashi in the slightest, before whirling around to glare angrily. Secretly he was thankful he hadn’t been carrying anything, for the sudden jolt would have most certainly made him drop it. He felt his hands clench into fists at his sides upon knowing that infernal grin lie just beneath the man’s mask. “Do you enjoy sneaking up on people?”

Kakashi looked to the sky in a mockery of pondering the question. Lowering his gray eye to reconnect with the irritated dark ones, he replied, “Although it is fun, I wouldn’t consider it a pastime, no.” Smile lessening; he gave the other a knowing look. “But I could ask you the same question.”

Sasuke scoffed; internally slightly embarrassed he’d been detected so easily, but didn’t break the eye contact. “I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you, merely trying to catch up,” he stated, crossing his arms defensively.

“Well,” Kakashi began, gesturing with a hand back and forth between them, “I daresay you have caught up. Now what is it?”

“I,” Sasuke paused, not at all appreciating the condescending way the man spoke to him, selecting his words carefully for fear they would be twisted and make him sound immature. “I want a retake.”

Kakashi looked genuinely confused, not answering for several seconds as if hoping the Uchiha would continue to explain. When he didn’t the jounin pressed on. “A retake for what?”

Sasuke sighed. He was hoping the vagueness of his words would be short and simple enough to get the point across, but they only seemed to baffle the man further. “I want another shot at getting the bells.”

The man blinked. Well, that was unexpected…and a bit odd considering the lesson behind the whole test had already been learned. “Sasuke-kun, you don’t need to get a bell. You all passed the test, so obtaining the bells from me was irrelevant.”

“I know that.” Why can’t he just understand? Sasuke wasn’t here asking to do this because he wanted to. It was because some part of his inner self was eating away at him for not having completed the task he was given. Like when his father first taught him the Katon fire jutsu, he simply had to accomplish this, and quickly. Chalk it up to his perfectionist attitude; he was compelled to do this. “I just need another chance to prove I can do it.”

Breaking the gaze, finally, Kakashi dropped his stare to observe the open book clutched in his right hand. I love this chapter. “Sorry, not in the mood.” He sidestepped the seething Uchiha in front of him, making it all but five feet before the back of his vest was gripped harshly. He moves a lot faster than I thought.

Rather than spinning the older man around, Sasuke stalked around to meet him face to face instead. “All I’m asking for is just one more chance,” he knew he was beginning to sound desperate, revealing just how much conquering this assignment meant to him in the sudden raising of his voice.

Sasuke was beginning to sound a little crazy to him, and despite not admitting it aloud today’s exercise had worn Kakashi out—even though it was just a tiny bit. He stared stoically down into those large black eyes; entranced by how pleading they looked even though he was sure begging was the last thing on the Uchiha’s mind. Now it was his turn to sigh loudly. “Now listen, the whole purpose of getting the bells was to have you three act as a team and take me down together. Seeing as how you’re the only one here, it defeats the point, understand?” He didn’t give the other time to reply, shrugging off the hand roughly and proceeding past once more.

Faster than he could blink, Sasuke was in front of him again, appearing wilder than ever. “Then you’re a liar!” The Uchiha saw the other stop, and took this as the cue to press on. “You said after lunch you would give us one more chance!”

His persistence was amazing, nearly on par with Naruto’s it seemed. Still, Kakashi was not in the mood to indulge in Sasuke’s selfish demands. There was a quiet apartment waiting for him at home and he was missing it terribly. He’d have to figure out a way to talk himself out of this. Good thing he was a pro.

Stepping back into the dark abyss from the alley, he motioned for Sasuke to follow him. The boy’s yells were beginning to draw attention from local passerby and he’d rather not further encourage them. He stopped upon passing an empty dumpster, turning to stare down at the Uchiha intently. “What do I get out of this, then? If I let you try again.”

Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows in thought, staring blankly ahead at the man’s chest. What does he get out of it? He hadn’t pegged Kakashi to be the stingy type, especially when being asked to do his job: to train his students. Money was out of the question because that would just be ridiculous and Sasuke had to admit he was somewhat parsimonious himself. Would the jounin make him clean his house? That wasn’t something for the Uchiha to look forward to, but the compulsion to get that damn bell was driving him to agree to anything at this point. “Well…what do you want?”

Damn. Kakashi had hoped insisting for recompense would dissuade the other’s ambition, but it was to no avail. Sasuke was still pressing him. Now he was left to think of something…something so terrible even the Uchiha would not compromise to it. Money…? No. Cleaning his apartment…? No, it didn’t need cleaning anyway. Then, like a ton of bricks, it dawned on him. The perfect request, as expected from a perverted teacher, to make Sasuke disgusted enough to call the whole thing off.

Reclining comfortably against the brick wall behind him, he pocketed his beloved orange lover and crossed his arms casually over his chest. It really was hard to say this with a straight face not to blow his cover. He focused his inner actor on appearing as aloof and unconcerned as he could, making his next statement sound like he was requesting the usual at his favorite restaurant.

“Blow me.”

Sasuke gaped, literally gaped, at him. Such a simple sentence invoked the largest reaction he’d given in years. Did he really just…Yes, he did. He sputtered for an answer, wanting to scream things like “pervert” and “dirty old man” but he couldn’t get his brain and mouth to cooperate. To ask something like that—from his student?! Sasuke couldn’t believe Kakashi had the nerve, and to stand there smirking afterwards like it was no big deal! It was time to march right back out of this alley and request a team change from the Hokage because there was no bouncing back from that one.

Just before he made to walk away, something caught his eye to freeze him on the spot. There, in the tiny green pocket on the front of Kakashi’s vest were two small bulges belonging to the bells. He was hypnotized with thoughts of snatching them from the man—from a jounin. He could practically feel his fingers already encasing the cold metal, hear the muffled jingle of the ball rattling from within it beneath his enclosed palm. The sense of victory was already rising in his chest from the daydream, and he knew the reality would feel so much better.

That’s why he dropped to his knees.

Kakashi choked on an inhale the second the Uchiha hit the ground. What the hell?! He was joking! Joking! But, Sasuke was still at his waist kneeling below him and fully intending to carry out the man’s request. Kakashi felt the back of his neck begin to perspire in nervousness, eye darting to the mouth of the alley to ensure nobody walked by and thought the wrong thing. Hands deftly unbuttoning his navy uniform pants quickly snatched his attention back to the boy in front of him.

“Sasuke! I was kidding,” his hands flew down to stop the ones tugging harshly on his zipper.

The boy smacked the larger palms off his own angrily, continuing the task at hand. Briefly, he snapped his head up to glare. “This is what you asked for, so you better shut up and like it,” he hissed out, breaking the eye contact to focus more intently at undoing the buttons on the man’s black boxers.

Staring down, he couldn’t help but be shocked into silence at the serious tone in the other’s voice. Sasuke always put so much effort into appearing more mature than his age, but this was going too far. Still, Kakashi couldn’t find an explanation for why the Uchiha looked so comfortable and relaxed, even when extracting his flesh from beneath his clothes. This wasn’t at all going how he’d planned, especially now that Sasuke was gripping him with all the experience of a pro, sliding his small hand up and down proficiently making it impossible for the jounin not to get hard. “Sasuke,” hearing his own voice say his pupil’s name in a half-groan when it was intended to sound threatening definitely didn’t help the situation any.

But then, Sasuke looked up at him. The smirk stretching his lips and amusement dancing in his eyes was all Kakashi needed to know to tell him that Sasuke knew exactly what he was doing. As if to further prove it, the Uchiha didn’t even so much as blink as he leaned his face closer to the man’s burgeoning arousal. Looking mischievous, he tilted the column of flesh down to tap lightly against his lower lip teasingly. Kakashi moaned as the act caused a dribble of precum to stay connected to either end as it was pulled away, stretching thin until it snapped back against the rosy mouth, being licked away almost immediately.

Sasuke really didn’t know what had come over him. This was his sensei, and here he was acting like a desperate whore down on his knees for him. It was like the moment he’d dropped down he suddenly became lost in that world he only allowed himself to visit when in the privacy of his own bed. The world that dragged up all the old memories, reminding him that this wasn’t the first time he’d used his mouth on someone. The recollection only caused him to moan more as he pushed the man’s tip slowly against his tongue.

Kakashi moaned with him, all attempts at keeping a lookout forgotten and replaced by the preoccupation of watching that tiny mouth go down on his aching cock. The further Sasuke went, the more the twitching erection’s girth stretched his lips and the man couldn’t help but find it fucking hot. The Uchiha’s mouth was scorching, rough buds on the slithering tongue caressing him in all the right spots, teeth pressing gently around the circumference due to the cramped space only increasing the sensation. He watched the expanded jaw open wider, cheeks going concave as the mouth began to suck, and still Sasuke never faltered. Compressed lips formed a ring that pulled oh so skillfully as the mouth withdrew, leaving his saliva-covered penis exposed to the outside air briefly before ricocheting back up so fast Kakashi forgot to breathe.

Below, Sasuke was enjoying this far more than he let on. Hearing his sensei moan quietly under the onslaught of his mouth sent shivers down his spine. The taste of his heavy cock was so similar, it was almost impossible to distinguish. But he focused hard to remember this was Kakashi on his tongue, not somebody else. The sudden presence of hands on the back of his head, pushing the hardened flesh roughly against his throat, however, was causing that focus to weaken tremendously. He’s acting so much like him…When the blunt head did collide with the back of his mouth Sasuke couldn’t suppress the choked out moan or the sudden leap he felt beneath his shorts.

Kakashi had long since given up convincing Sasuke to stop. The boy had awakened the beast inside of him, and the jounin was not letting him walk away unscathed. Hands buried into black spikes of hair tightened dominatingly, using the locks as leverage to push that face further into his crotch. Several times he felt the pointed end of a nose nuzzle against his pubic hair, the boy’s throat contracting desperately around something too big for it to swallow, and all he could do was shudder as Sasuke pulled back off coughing raggedly. Saliva was openly dripping from the thick organ now, gravity sending it to slide sluggishly down the base to lubricate the tight sac below. The Uchiha’s muffled sounds of pleasure were enough to arouse him further, his blood-saturated cock pulsing in the boy’s mouth.

On the ground, Sasuke shifted, removing the rocks digging into his knees and adjusting his own tenting erection, all the while keeping up with the brutal pace Kakashi expected of him. The man’s sexual side had finally taken over and the boy couldn’t help but get lost in fantasy. Closing his eyes, he imagined black pubic hair staring him in the face instead of silver, entire body jolting at how easily it came to mind. Uncaring if the other saw, he dropped a hand from his sensei’s hip to openly palm at his hardened cock beneath white shorts. It was so real. Just like that time…

The jounin took in the sight of his precious pupil, looking completely sexed. All signs of cool, reserved confidence gone and replaced with eyes shut tight in pleasure and mouth filled to bursting. As Sasuke resituated himself, Kakashi’s lust-crazed mind did not fail to register the fingers awkwardly groping and massaging in the boy’s lap or that the stifled whines were becoming more frequent. Quickly approaching his own end, the wheels in the man’s head began to turn. I’ll show him who’s in control here.

Faster than anyone could move while in his current state, Kakashi retracted himself from that gorgeous mouth. Using the grip on the other’s hair, he hauled the boy forward, knocking him down to his hands and knees. Sidestepping so he was now behind the Uchiha, he quickly dropped his hands to grip flailing wrists, securing them behind the other’s back before they could lash out, pushing Sasuke bodily into the ground.

Lifting his cheek from the dirt, Sasuke angrily whipped his head as far back as he could, voice spitting nothing but venom. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

The man cocked his head calmly over the side of the struggling boy’s body, giving the furious Uchiha an unchallenged view of his wicked expression darkened in hunger. “Change of plans, Sasuke-kun. I’ll give you another go if you let me have a go at this,” repositioning his grip on the combative wrists, he released one hand to caress gently against the boy’s ass before drawing back and striking it hard.

Sasuke grit his teeth, but made no further sound. Momentarily, he went lax save for his neck muscles still holding his head upright. “I never agreed to that,” he hissed, “you can forget it.”

“Ah, well. You seem to be in no position to make demands,” Kakashi replied devilishly, hand abandoning Sasuke’s backside to reach around the front to push harshly against the erection, reveling in the quiet groan. “That’s what I thought,” he remarked, leaning back out of the Uchiha’s focus to hover above his body once more. Trailing the hand up just slightly, agile digits began unbuttoning the boy’s shorts adeptly.

“Get the hell off me!” Sasuke yelled, bucking his hips away from the determined fingers.

The enclosed area caused the ferocious bellow to echo loudly between the buildings. Kakashi was thankful he’d taken enough time to move them both behind the cover of the dumpster because people on the streets were undoubtedly looking around curiously. If Sasuke was choosing to be boisterous, this could pose an issue.

Abandoning the zipper of Sasuke’s shorts, Kakashi snaked the hand back up the other’s body to bury in dark hair once more. Violently, he lifted the Uchiha’s head from the ground, leaning over to give him a very stern look. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to make you.”

Sasuke glared back, wincing as the released grip dropped his face into the ground again. Kakashi was making him crazy. His mind had one primary course of action right now: to get as far away from him as possible. But then the man would say something like that…in that strict superior tone and it would throw him all off. Especially now that the Uchiha could stare down at nothing but the pale hands at his waist—pale enough to be someone else’s, his mind was running wild, playing all sorts of tricks on him. If Kakashi went all the way…he didn’t think he could keep his mouth shut, from blowing his own cover.

Using Sasuke’s moment of stillness to his advantage, Kakashi quickly finished the unbuttoning and unzipping of the white shorts. Maneuvering them off proved slightly difficult. Once his ass had become halfway exposed, the Uchiha began to put up a fight again and the man was forced to grip the wrists harder in warning. Still, the boy didn’t stop wriggling away, so the jounin used that, too, to his advantage, utilizing each of the other’s movements to further inch the clothing down his legs.

“Kakashi, stop it!” No longer caring how loud he was or about the man’s earlier threat, he focused all his strength into his legs. If he could just get to his feet he could make a run for it, but the shorts tangled around him were making it rather difficult.

Draping his body heavily over the writhing one below, Kakashi let his full weight crash down, successfully halting all of Sasuke’s movement. This yell was louder than the last one and it became evident then that he’d have to take forceful measures to keep the boy quiet. Sitting back up, a brilliantly twisted idea came to him then. Well this whole thing was over them anyway.

With his free hand, he dug into his tiny front pocket and extracted the two golden spheres. Smirking, Kakashi held them between his fingers and stretched his arm around to dangle them in Sasuke’s face, allowing just a few seconds for him to take in what was being held in front of him. “This is what you want, right?” He took the blank expanse of silence to be a ‘yes’. Maneuvering one so that it rested between his thumb and index finger, he tapped it playfully against the other’s lips in much a similar gesture Sasuke had used with his cock a few minutes ago. Leaning back over to position his mouth at the Uchiha’s ear, he whispered seductively, “Hold them in your mouth. Don’t drop them, or the deal’s off.”

Dark eyes swung instantly upwards to give the man a disbelieving look, the rest of his body unmoving. Kakashi only smirked further, pushing the bell more insistently against his mouth. Sasuke didn’t part his lips, opting to keep them firmly closed. He’s out of his mind. To show just how much he was not willing to do this, the boy pursed his lips more and tilted his head up and away from the object.

Against Sasuke’s ear, Kakashi tsked amusedly. “Now, now, if you fail to do as I’ve asked the whole deal will be off and you’ll be getting nothing out of this,” he whispered huskily, puffing air through his mask to purposefully ruffle tips of dark hair enticingly, “You don’t want that, do you?”

From what Sasuke could gather, Kakashi was going to do this to him whether he wanted him to or not. Also, his current position allowed him no way of escape so there really was nothing he could do. Plus, self-awareness was reminding him of his still very aroused state despite everything else. You love a cock pressing against your ass like this…you miss it. Sasuke really wished that part of his brain would shut up. Wordlessly, he tilted his head back down and parted his lips slowly.

Kakashi felt a thrill of excitement wash over him at seeing the other’s sudden compliance. Pushing it just barely into the Uchiha’s mouth, he paused. “Not all the way inside, just against your lips, Sasuke-kun,” the jounin only regretted not having the boy on his back so he could really look at him. It was pleasing when Sasuke made no move to argue, taking the jingling ball between his lips and holding it firmly, half of it hanging out of his mouth sexily. Copying his previous action, he placed the second one against the pale boy’s mouth, his own fingers helping to angle so both bells were encased side by side, width stretching pink lips even wider than earlier. Sasuke looked fucking hot.

Kakashi didn’t think he’d be able to look at a bell again without getting an erection.

With the Uchiha finally subdued—and makeshift gagged to prevent drawing any more attention—Kakashi practically ripped the bunched up article from the boy’s ankles, tossing it somewhere off to his right. The shirt could stay, he had what he needed right here in front of him. Looping an arm around his waist, he jerked Sasuke back to his knees, ass fully in the air and subject to the man’s observation. Shifting back just a little, he couldn’t help but stare appreciatively, gloved hand rubbing against the pale cheeks lovingly.

Against the ground, Sasuke could no longer see the jounin from his current position. Gravity was causing drool to slide out of the corner of his mouth from his inability to close it; he could feel it drifting wetly down the right side of his chin with disgust. The warm fingers of Kakashi’s hand were touching his behind all over, the coarse material of a leather-covered palm a sharp, but sensual, contrast. Against his will his eyes slipped shut and he was brought back to his home…in that room across the hall. That room he was never allowed in until then…When that hand came back and smacked his bare ass, it left him moaning so hard it caused the metal to vibrate and tickle the insides of his lips.

More than stimulated by the boy’s delicious reactions, Kakashi continued on, dipping just a tip of a finger into his crack teasingly before sliding it down slowly. Hovering just over the petite hole, he reached to flick the skin around it lightly before pulling away. Sasuke’s full-body tremble was so unexpectedly sexy, the jounin found himself groaning aloud this time. Peering casually over the Uchiha’s shoulder, the man was shocked to see the other’s eyes closed tightly.

Was Sasuke…fantasizing?

Things were starting to click into place. Alarmingly enough, the boy was not acting like a virgin so Kakashi figured there was slim chance he actually was one. But who…? Seeing Sasuke moan when he wasn’t even touching him had him guessing he would soon find out. If not, he would force it out of him because the jounin had a hunch. And if he was right, this was about to get a whole lot hotter.

Checking his pockets, Kakashi found he couldn’t remember where he’d put the salve for curing minor wounds. Eventually he found it in the back of his pants pocket with a breath of relief. Coating it on the tips of his fingers, with a knee he forced Sasuke’s legs further apart on the rough ground, successfully exposing the boy’s tight hole even more. Circling the pink-tinted skin with his thumb, he smeared the ointment along the outer ring, which glistened in his wake as he pulled back. Switching to his middle finger, he nudged the tip gently against the entrance.

So engrossed in his warped reality, the boy was grasping for that usual harshness the other exuded, dissatisfied with the teasing gentle touches. Using his already banged up knees as leverage, Sasuke propelled backwards to impale himself to the hilt on Kakashi’s finger. Bells rattling from the motion, he threw his head to the side with a muffled yell, but made no move to retract. The burning pain was welcome, the stinging a manifestation of the fire blazing within him. So long, it had been so long since he’d felt the stretching sensation of someone else entering his body. He could feel the digit pulling back, and the Uchiha struggled hard to follow.

Kakashi didn’t know what to think of this newfound eagerness, this utter desperation on display in front of him. The way that body undulated beneath his hold, practically begging to keep his finger within it. Brain out of commission, he could only act. Forcing a second finger alongside the first far too soon, he used the muscles of his biceps to brutally shove both inside, watching Sasuke’s body convulse in a sick form of pleasure. He began thrusting them in and out, watching the Uchiha turn into a shuddering moaning mess. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before, and it was evoking something feral inside of him. “You fucking love it, don’t you?” it was out of his mouth before he could think, barely understandable through all the lust.

Sasuke took no offense to the words, the seductive tone sending jolts of pleasure to his untouched sex, hips still bucking back against probing digits. Uncaring of the dirt matting itself to his cheek, he nodded eagerly, fighting to swallow against his salivating mouth while noises continued to rise from deep in his throat. Kakashi was making it so easy to pretend the man was someone else. It was almost like he was acting solely for Sasuke to get lost in imagination. The unrelenting grip on his wrists was making the tips of his fingers tingle with impending numbness, arms growing weary from being locked in position for so long, but there was nothing to complain about. This was perfect. “Mmm,” was the only sound his overstuffed mouth permitted him to make.

The reactions were turning Kakashi on so much, he wasn’t sure he could take much more. Extracting his salve-coated fingers with an audible wet sound, he deemed Sasuke as ready as either of them wanted him to be. Briefly, he reached down to palm the boy’s erection, satisfied to find Sasuke was just as turned on as he portrayed. Between his legs, the jounin trailed his hand down the boy’s shaft, fingers pausing to squeeze the sac at the base before retracting fully. Unable to resist, he spanked the other ass cheek roughly, absolutely loving the way Sasuke’s ass muscles tensed, the pale skin taking on a reddish tint for a few seconds before lessening.

Aligning his cock with a hole that looked far too small to take much of anything, he pushed, using just the barest of shallow thrusts. Watching the head breach was always his favorite part, and Sasuke’s extra tight muscle made it that much more delicious. Lasciviously, he stared down as the tip entered, requiring the entrance to spread wide to accommodate it. It seemed to swallow him hungrily, rim of his cock fighting the ring for dominance before it too succumbed to the plunging depths of the Uchiha’s sweet ass.

It took a while because of their difference in size, but eventually Kakashi found himself fully encased in that gripping heat, the boy tensed below him in obvious pain. Attempting to relieve the discomfort, the jounin grasped Sasuke’s ass and spread it in hopes the clenched muscles would yield. A few minutes went by before the Uchiha finally relaxed and the jounin took that as permission to move.

The excruciatingly tight fit forced him to put more effort into his withdrawal than initially thought. Digging his feet into the earth to establish a better grip, Kakashi cocked his hips back, struggling to keep the pulling out motion from being rushed. He could literally feel the hindered blood gush through the protruding veins of his cock once the constricting passage was removed, the sudden flow igniting nerve endings in its wake and sending the man slamming back inside before he was halfway out. A combination of his balls swinging into the body below him, Sasuke being propelled forward a few inches from the sheer force behind the thrust, and the jingling of twin bells being held tight in a gasping mouth were all embraced by Kakashi’s astonishing level of perception.

He couldn’t stop if all of Konoha wanted him to.

Hips coming to their full height about a foot below his own required Kakashi to possess some level of flexibility. His pelvis hovered awkwardly over Sasuke’s own, plummeting vertically in an interesting version of a push-up, and performing a gyrating hump before coming back up to repeat. He knew the Uchiha was sustaining some of the force just from the weight of the jounin’s hand against the small of his back. With each downward thrust, a sharp breath expelled from the boy’s lungs against the sudden crushing pressure, but a look to Sasuke’s pleasure-filled face told Kakashi he didn’t feel a thing. Still, the man was growing frustrated. This position allowed him no leverage in his legs at all; all balance was being sustained from his free hand palming the ground near Sasuke’s head, leaving him unable to touch the other in any way.

He should have known this wouldn’t work, hot as it looked. Sasuke was simply too short for doggy-style. Kakashi knew he’d have to release the boy’s wrists and move him. As much as he would like to think, he still wasn’t sure the Uchiha wouldn’t try to make a run for it. Dipping down as low as he could, sinking as far inside Sasuke as was physically possible; he dropped his entire body atop him. Lack of air caused what would be a likely groan to come out as a breathless squeak from the boy’s mouth, but his eyes still remained shut throughout.

Inching up to Sasuke’s head, the man couldn’t resist wedging his hand under their combined weight to caress the cock smashed against a taught stomach and cool ground. Coming to a screeching halt just inches away from the Uchiha’s untouched erection, his own ragged breath rang loudly in both their ears. Compressed so tightly against Sasuke’s skin, he could feel…himself. There was no doubt about it. That inflexible firmness extending prominently from beneath layers of skin and tissue, reaching horizontally through the insides of the Uchiha’s body, still unmistakably hard…was him. It was raunchy. It was obscene. It was kinky.

And Kakashi had never felt anything so incredibly hot in his entire life.

Of their own accord, his fingers began pressing and massaging Sasuke’s pelvis, a vicious tremor thundering through his entire body when he felt the shifting touches just barely against the sensitive underside of his cock. Spurred on, he pushed harder against the skin, unable to explain why the thought of touching himself through the Uchiha’s thin body aroused him so much, he just knew it did and very much so.

After a few seconds or so, Sasuke seemed to catch on to what was happening, showing his encouragement of the activity by pressing back rigorously on the solid hips behind him, successfully taking any part of the man’s erection he had missed, and clenching around him rhythmically. “Ohhh—” he only just tightened his lips before the first bell slipped out, struggling to grip it before gravity stole it from him.

Still kneading perversely, Kakashi’s body was becoming insatiable, ordering him to fuck, and fuck now. Seeing Sasuke almost lose the bell told him the other was struggling to hold out as well. “We have to move,” he whispered into the boy’s left ear, pausing to grind circles against him, “You’ll regret it if you try to run.”

For the first time in a while, black eyes opened to stare back, close proximity likely causing a distorted image of Kakashi’s face. Nonetheless, Sasuke nodded slowly. Taking the gesture as all he needed to know, the man quickly released the boy’s wrists, leaning back into a kneel to watch Sasuke lower his arms in the rigid stiffness of pain. Eyeing the aged brick wall above them, the jounin knew exactly what they would do next. He was also aware of the fact that the dumpster would no longer conceal them, but was past caring. Konoha citizens be damned.

He pulled out slickly, knowing this would have to be done fast before Sasuke had the chance to close up. “Come on,” he growled lowly, yanking the boy to his feet because trembling legs had him moving much too slow on his own. Rougher than he meant, the Uchiha was pushed against the wall, facing him. At any other time Kakashi would feel compelled to tell him how ridiculous he looked with bells in his mouth, half-naked, and with dead leaves in his hair, but right now other things were on his mind. He heaved Sasuke up against the side of the building, thanking the strength of his own muscles. “Put your legs around my waist.”

Still trying to focus his vision, Sasuke struggled to comply. The previous angling of his body had most of his blood rushing to his head, and to suddenly be upright again left him feeling dizzy. Muscles in his thighs were visibly twitching from all the stress, but somehow he found the power to lift them, long pale legs hugging securely to the navy material of Kakashi’s sturdy hips. It was uncomfortable being off the ground with only his own legs, hands on his hips, and the harsh wall digging into his back to hold him up. But when Kakashi realigned himself and purposefully let Sasuke crash into the cradle of his lap, impaling that thick flesh into his body once more, all sense of discomfort faded. The muffled smacking sound of their hips under the brutal onslaught had him nearly screaming. “Ahhh—mmff!” One more slip and the bell would fall.

God this is so much better. Feeling that quivering pale body writhing against his own, seeing the look on Sasuke’s face every time gravity forced his cock further inside, hearing those bells rattling incessantly with the boy’s spasmodic bouncing…the best stimulant in the world. And Kakashi was about to show the Uchiha where his was. Tilting and shifting, he watched those expressive dark eyes carefully, knowing they would light up vividly the moment he found that spot.

“Ahhh—mm! Ita—!!!” The first bell tumbled from moaning lips, hurdling down their bodies like a pinball, forgotten, the other only remaining in place by pearly teeth having emerged to grip it at the last minute.

Kakashi nearly dropped him. He fucking knew it! That didn’t stop it from being any less shocking though. Possessed by some uncontrollable urge, he began forcing the boy down harder, bucking his hips up quicker, doing everything in his power to hear it again. Amid the harsh breaths and moans, however, Sasuke uttered nothing to be considered words.

“Say it!” he ordered, louder than he should have, gray eye narrowing at the gasping boy in front of him. With much difficulty, he managed a free hand. Nearly smacking the Uchiha in the face in his urgency, he gripped the metal orb shining between the clasping incisors. He yanked it from Sasuke’s mouth harshly, tossing it behind him somewhere, the tiny sphere hitting the other wall before landing in the dirt. “Say his name!”

Mouth released, Sasuke’s eyes grew large. He’d given himself away, just like he’d feared. But Kakashi wasn’t stopping and didn’t show any indication he was going to. If anything the man had picked up the pace, leaving the Uchiha’s thigh muscles to grip the thrusting hips tighter so as not to fall. Behind him, the bricks were carving angrily into his back as he was moved up and down, shirt providing little protection. It was the pain to harmonize with the pleasure, the final push he needed to demolish that barrier between reality and illusion. Arching his back, skull scraping carelessly into the wall, he bellowed his brother’s name in a pleasure-laced wail. “Ahhhh! Itachi!”

There it was, plain as day, straight from the horse’s mouth. Instead of assuaging the raging curiosity, it only seemed to add fuel to the fire. Kakashi had to know more. He was beginning to become as sucked into this fantasy as Sasuke himself. Burying his face into the boy’s shoulder as his stabbing up into him became more rampant, he closed his eyes to picture an encounter with the two brothers, and felt chills rake up his spine. Kakashi felt the libidinous hunger take control of him, causing him to growl out in a way he’d never heard before. “You let him fuck you?”

“Hmm! Yes. Ah!”

He panted harshly into the pale neck, teeth lashing out to gnaw at it predatorily. Kakashi could practically see it. The young Sasuke being pounded into by his malicious older brother and loving every second of it, moaning like a little harlot the way he was in front of him right now. He pressed harder, wishing for every detail, the idea too unexplainably hot to manage. Long fingers dug into the Uchiha’s hips, assisting with the increasingly fast pace. “How many times?”

As if in response, Sasuke tightened his grasp on the man’s shoulders, “I-I don’t…know…five?” Somewhere inside, his stomach twisted. Was Kakashi gathering this information to use against him? Is he going to tell everyone? Reducing his moans to quiet whimpers so he could catch his breath, it was only then he heard the animalistic rumbles coming from Kakashi’s throat.

“So fucking hot,” the jounin breathed, accentuating the words with powerful lifts, cock reaching ever deeper into Sasuke’s depths. By this point Kakashi was having trouble keeping the end from approaching. Sasuke’s words were painting the sexiest picture in his mind, his penis only becoming more engorged with each of the boy’s revelations. He could hold out a little longer. “Did you…mmm…suck him off?”

He thinks it’s…hot?! Sasuke suddenly felt odd. His sensei was fucking him while getting off to the idea of his brother fucking him, when earlier he was pretending his sensei to be Itachi anyway. He couldn’t help but shudder at Kakashi’s last question, relinquishing a hand from the man’s shoulder to reach for his straining erection. “I…did,” he whispered lowly. If Kakashi was getting off from hearing about it, he might as well tell all. “He made me do it—ah—one night…” Maybe Kakashi was on to something, beneath his palm Sasuke could feel his cock swell more upon recalling the memory. “…the next night—ohh yeah, fuck—I came back…uhnn go a little faster.”

Kakashi eagerly did what was requested, exchanging the plunging deep thrusts, for quick short ones, and found he much liked the rapid pace as well. He did have to slow down a few times, wishing to hear Sasuke’s entire anecdote before meeting his end. “You came back…?”

“Ah!” Stopping mid-stroke, the Uchiha was forced to return his hand to Kakashi’s shoulder, gripping the green material of the vest as he resituated his legs after going weak momentarily. “I came back b-because…ah…I liked it. I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. He’d…hold me down and spank me…” he closed his eyes mouth fully open and gasping for oxygen as Kakashi took to hammering the blunt tip of his cock against his prostate again, “j-just like you did.”

His pulse rose excitedly at the admission. So Sasuke was fantasizing earlier, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. No wonder the boy reacted so hormonally to his actions before. His stomach suddenly clenched in warning. Unfortunately it was time to end this, it was impossible to wait any longer. In an abrupt surge of arousal, Kakashi was struck with an idea that would send them both over the edge. Assuming this would be his last coherent statement, Kakashi lifted Sasuke up until just the head remained inside and held him there. Looking directly in front of him, into the flushed face of his twelve-year old student, he commanded darkly, “Pretend I’m him…and let me hear it.”

Sasuke wasn’t given a chance to rebut because, not a second later, he was compelled to take several inches of hard flesh at once as Kakashi propelled his cock deep, striking that pleasurable spot and began uneven jagged thrusts that were faster than ever. The man surged up inside him like wildfire, sending the Uchiha gripping himself and stroking hard to catch up. So engrossed in fucking his fist while being fucked, he forgot to breathe, lungs inflated to the max for several seconds before the need to renew oxygen had him panting again. Slowly, his eyes drifted closed.

He reflected back to their final rendezvous. Itachi had been away for weeks on some irrelevant mission Sasuke had no care to hear about. Before he’d even had the chance to shower, Sasuke had dragged his brother into the spacious walk-in closet, not having the willpower to wait until they got upstairs. He’d forced himself on his aniki and Itachi had mimicked the passion, shoving him up against the full-size mirror and stripping him naked before he could blink. Their parents weren’t absent from the house—in fact they were just two rooms away, but it didn’t matter, it was all part of the game.

Mind fading back to reality, he was assaulted by Kakashi’s moans, realizing too late he’d just said something along the lines of “Itachi, fuck me harder”. Regardless, it worked because the man’s hips fought to collide with his roughly, Sasuke’s bare ass cheeks feeling the cotton cloth of Kakashi’s boxers rubbing against them several times per second.

“Oh…fuck Sasuke.”

His hand had begun to move faster without him even noticing, fluid nearly pouring out the tip to smear across his abdomen and pads of his fingers. That gradual tightness was starting to build up, and he made it clear to the world in the way his moans turned into desperate whines. Again he thought back to his brother.

Itachi was pounding into his small body brutally, showing Sasuke how much strength he really held over him. Beneath his older brother’s shadow, he struggled to grip something—anything—to help him push back, to push himself onto his aniki’s cock. Eventually, he settled on the bottommost shelf on the colossal rack containing his mother’s shoes, violent motions causing it to sway dangerously forward. Just before falling atop them both, Itachi’s arm shot out to stop it, pushing it harshly against the wall, all the while never ceasing the relentless fucking of his little brother’s tight hole. His stoic demeanor was cracking, small growls and groans forcing their way through clenched teeth. Itachi never said a word during sex, but in the final moments he would always lose control and start moaning uncontrollably.

“Ah, oh God!” his mind abruptly shut down after that, lungs contracting on their shortage of air. He didn’t care who was fucking him right now so long as they didn’t stop. His cock became a solid mass under his fist, body seizing dramatically under a force that could not be named. All he felt was that pressure probing repeatedly within him and that overwhelming heat flooding through his insides. It was almost in slow motion, he could feel the liquid upsurge from the base of his dick climbing and climbing, igniting the entire organ with its scorching fire until finally, finally it surfaced. “Ohh! Ohh fuuuck, Itachi! AH!” His spine convulsed with each twitch, the evidence of sex squirting out in messy arcs before falling back down, coating his chest and Kakashi’s vest. The entire time he screamed himself hoarse, throat going dry halfway through and continuing through whispers of a name that should never be screamed in such a way—not from his lips—not sounding so passionate.

Kakashi couldn’t even last through Sasuke’s orgasm, his own taking him by storm just as the Uchiha’s began. Screams of a taboo name by it’s own flesh and blood setting him off in a perverse and twisted way that even he would be ashamed by. So out of control, he can’t recall, but he has a feeling he let out his own yell. Growling, he pulled the boy tightly against him, spending himself so deeply in his bowels that it surely wouldn’t leak out for several hours. He doesn’t move as he shoots, pulse after pulse of molten come, embracing the feeling of Sasuke’s throbbing ring of muscle milking everything out of him, sucking him dry better than a mouth ever could.

Leaning forward to catch his breath, both of them are shaking, Kakashi’s leg muscles wishing to give out, sheer adrenaline being the only thing left to hold them up. Both their breaths were ragged, hearts in a race to see whose could beat the fastest. Kakashi’s clothes were plastered to him with sweat, Sasuke could feel rips in the back of his shirt, friction against the rough wall causing the material to tear. Neither moved for a long time, each trying to gather their bearings and failing.

When breathing was returned to normal and pulses were at a much more reasonable pace, they were left with no other excuse to stay melded together. Carefully, Kakashi pulled himself out, limp cock slipping out slickly and drooping in exhaustion. Sasuke’s sore legs were lowered with his sensei’s help. Dark eyes flew to the gooey wet front of the man’s clothes, but said nothing. As Kakashi moved to tuck himself back into his pants and boxers, the boy stepped around him to retrieve the discarded shorts. They were close to the mouth of the alley and Sasuke was quick to snatch them before returning to the safety of the dumpster. Neither knew how many people had seen them, but it was ignorant to think they hadn’t been spotted—not with how out of hand it became.

Once Kakashi had pocketed his bells and salve once again and both had become as presentable as they could, there was an awkward pause. Sasuke turned to Kakashi then, looking up at him with an intent gaze, but bearing no malice. Kakashi stared back with his one eye, tilting his head just slightly. It was an unspoken agreement. Everything that just happened was to remain between them, nobody else was to know. Both were walking away from this situation with information that could potentially ruin the other’s reputation, an equal chance for blackmail.

Turning then, Kakashi made to head the opposite way Sasuke was, glancing over his shoulder briefly with a lazy smirk. “Your retake will be tomorrow, after training.”

Sasuke nodded, scowling as the other turned before he could even see his response. Heading in his own direction, he sighed internally, scowl deepening. His home was on the other side of town, he was sweaty, he could still taste the metal on his tongue, and it was going to be really difficult walking all that way without…stuff dripping out. All that for a test…he really was insane.

The following afternoon Kakashi stuck to his word and gave Sasuke another shot at the bell test. If the winces and constant distracted looks to the dried stains decorating the front of his uniform were anything to go by, the Uchiha was not on top of his game. He went an entire hour without even coming close to a bell, proving this run to be worse than his first. The session was ended with Kakashi smirking into his book and Sasuke seething before stomping away.

Kakashi had to admit he was a little disappointed when Sasuke didn’t corner him later that day, pushing for a third chance.

He would have been more than happy to do it all over again.


A/N: I just want to say…I love the random woman at the bakery, I can definitely picture Kakashi having stalkers! Ahem…moving on…I’m always going to be obsessed with Kaka/Sasu, but since MAK likes Ita/Sasu I felt compelled to throw that in there. First time writing it…even if it was only a little, so let me know what you all think because I’m considering writing that in the future if anyone thinks it’s any good.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all my readers, I loves ya so much! Now leave me reviews, nowwww! Please?