Itachi Does It Too

A/N: I know that I am supposed to be writing a new chapter about Questionable Loyalty, but for a change, the porn bunny told the plot bunny to on a vacation. Also, this has to be the most vanilla sex I've written in quite a while and I admit that I missed it.

This fic is part of the Questionable Loyalty universe, so it would probably make more sense if you read that one too. The action (lol) takes place during the time when Kakashi was in Ame and after he became Pein's lover.

Kakashi looked himself nervously in the mirror, smoothing the wrinkles on the satin over his thighs again. This had been a crazy idea. A really, really crazy idea. Why did he have to listen Kisame? ‘Because the man is more than forthcoming about information on Pein-sama’s personal tastes.’ His mind helpfully supplied.

“He likes it, you know.” Kisame had said casually one evening, the two of them comfortably sitting on the hideous, bright green couch in Itachi and his partner’s quarters. Then he had eyed the younger man and continued “And I am sure it’d look good on you.”

Kisame REALLY was delusional, Kakashi decided as he tugged the stockings up his thigh. He wasn’t Itachi, he didn’t possess the Uchiha’s delicate bone-structure, nor his feminine face. The simple, short, dark blue yukata barely covered his ass as it was and left lace at the end of his thigh-high stockings visible. Kakashi tugged the silken material of the garb again before deciding that it was a bad, stupid idea and that Pein would probably laugh at him once he saw him. Or whatever constituted for laughing in his case – he hadn’t seen anything more on his face than a slight tug at the corners of his mouth for all the time he had spent here.

Kakashi was just reaching to take it off when he heard the door of their quarters opening and closing. Pein.

Sensing his lover’s presence, the red-head quickly walked in the bedroom and paused by the door, staring at Kakashi as the younger man turned around, looking rather spooked. And good enough to eat, Pein thought.

Kakashi could feel himself blushing under his lover’s quiet, intense attention.

“A kink I didn’t know about, Kakashi?” the man said, voice gone suddenly hoarse.

Kakashi instinctively tugged at the hem of the yukata again and flushed with embarrassment. He tried to say something, but his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. The other man approached him slowly and ran his fingers over Kakashi’s chest, tracing the smooth material. Finally, the jounin found his voice.

“Just a bad idea.” He muttered.

The red-head stared at him, looking up and down, taking in the image of his lover from head to toe. Indeed, he wasn’t anything like Itachi, who looked delicate and feminine even without the help of garments to emphasize it. A fact, he knew, that Kisame greatly enjoyed. Kakashi, despite his slightly heavier build, was still an incredibly elegant and graceful man. He was fine-featured and with his full lips and lithe figure, with his hair, falling around his face out of the restricting bandanna that had been exchanged for a simple eye-patch, and dressed the way he was… He looked almost androgynous.

“I like it.” Pein said and watched with delight as his lover’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, the red-head leaned and kissed him possessively, his hands going to his hips and clutching greedily.

Kakashi hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic reaction and stiffened for a moment, then slowly began to relax in the forceful embrace, opening his lips obediently and letting Pein’s tongue inside, meeting it with his own, curling wetly around it.

The red-head’s hands roamed all over his body, obviously enjoying the feel of hard muscles encased in the silken material. Soon, he found his hips again and slid his palms over the firm globes of Kakashi’s ass, squeezing greedily and pulling him closer to him, sliding a leg between his thighs. The younger man clutched at his shoulders desperately and whimpered as the leg between his moved up and pressed against his rapidly hardening groin.

A low growl formed in the red-head’s throat and his hands slid under the hem of the short yukata, only to find more lace. He paused. Kakashi looked up and his blush darkened even more then he bit his lip. Pein’s fingers traced the edges of the lacy panties that covered his lover’s firm bottom. Then he leaned again and kissed him, slowly and sensually this time, taking his time to explore his mouth.

“I definitely like the idea.” He murmured softly against Kakashi’s parted lips as they broke the kiss. Then he let go of him and ordered:

“Lie down on the bed. Let me see you.”

His embarrassment was dissipating and Kakashi lied down, still feeling a tad too silly to attempt to strike a seductive pose. Pein didn’t seem to mind because as he looked down at him his strange eyes lit up in a way that gave away his overwhelming hunger.

“Pull it up, Kakashi-kun.” He ordered gently. “I want to see them.”

Kakashi reached and pulled the hem of the yukata, revealing the underwear he had put on – a pair of lacy panties. They weren’t too cut out, more shorts than bikini, in the same indigo colour that made his pale skin stand out so much. He was hard inside them already, the bulge of his balls and his erection stretching the delicate material to the limits.

Pein reached and put his hand over the lace-covered cock, petting it gently, finding the already moist tip through the lace and pressing his index finger against it. Kakashi’s knees instinctively drew up and spread wide. Suddenly, despite his earlier shyness, the younger man felt absolutely shameless as he offered himself so openly to his lover. Of course, Pein loved that and they both knew it. The corners of the red-head’s mouth turned upward and he licked his kiss-swollen lower lip, the piercings glinting in the faint light coming from the nightstand.

“Eager, aren’t you, Kakashi?” he murmured and then leaned to mouth the cloth-covered erection, running his tongue over it and stopping at the head to suckle it through the lace. Soon, the material was soaked – both with Pein’s saliva and Kakashi’s juices. Pein kept playing with him, one of his hands cupping his balls through the panties and rolling them, the other reaching up to tease his nipples through the satin. Under him, the younger man writhed in need, moaning softly as his lover teased him.

Wanting to feel more skin, Pein tugged the hem of the panties down and allowed the heavy erection to spring up, realizing that prior to dressing up like that Kakashi had removed all hair, both from his groin and his surprisingly smooth thighs. The thick cock bounced for a moment before his face as it was freed and he hurriedly took the tip in his mouth again, running his tongue on the underside, tracing the delicate ridge.

Kakashi mewled again and tangled his fingers in Pein’s fiery hair, urging him on to continue, so he indulged him and suckled him some more before withdrawing and placing a soft kiss on the palm of Kakashi’s hand.

“I definitely like the idea, Kakashi.” He said softly. Pulling himself up, he fingered the panties still around Kakashi’s narrow hips. “It’d be such a shame to make you take them off so I can take you properly…” he muttered, but still, he tugged them off, dropping them on the bed, then ran his hands up Kakashi’s smooth, stocking-covered legs, stopping when her reached his inner thighs.

“Did you come up with this on your own?” Pein asked as he gently rubbed and squeezed and tender flesh of his inner thighs, so close to his arousal. Kakashi shuddered and looked away, blushing again.

“Kisame told me you liked it when Itachi did that.” He admitted.

“Ah.” Pein said and nibbled on an upturned knee.

“Are you mad?” Kakashi asked, suddenly sounding apprehensive. It always amazed Pein that a man as calm and confident and collective on the battlefield as Kakashi was could be so incredibly insecure when it came to his relationships and personal life. Then again, a lifetime of emotional neglect could do that to a person.

“No.” he answered softly. “On the contrary. I like it that you take the initiative.”

Pein reached and tugged at the knot of the yukata’s sash, untying it and spreading the garment open to uncovered Kakashi’s smooth, muscled chest.

Withdrawing for a few moments to shed his own clothes, Pein returned and kissed his lover again. His index finger found Kakashi’s entrance and circled it.

“Hand me the oil…”

Dazed, Kakashi reached to the nightstand and took out a small vial of golden liquid, then handed it to the red-head. Pein took it and after pouring a generous amount on his fingers, he began to prepare his lover, taking his time to stretch him over his fingers, to make Kakashi ready to receive him. Every so often the tips of his fingers would rub over the jounin’s pleasure spot, teasing the little nub inside of him and his lover would jerk, making that delicious little yelping sound that Pein couldn’t get enough of.

Finally, when he deemed it enough he poured more oil onto his erection and lined it up with Kakashi’s stretched, rosy, glistening entrance.

“Look at me.” He ordered and Kakashi obeyed, looking up at his lover. The thick organ began to slide inside of him, inch by torturous inch, stretching him even wider around its girth. Kakashi’s eye widened and his jaw slackened a little as he felt himself claimed so relentlessly.

Finally, when he was fully seated inside of the jounin Pein paused, giving them both time to adjust. Afterwards, he began to rock inside Kakashi, back and forth, back and forth, slowly and tenderly and yet so deeply. The the younger man’s eyes fluttered closed and he wrapped his legs around Pein’s narrow hips and his arms around his shoulders, tracing the tensing muscles on his back with his fingers. The cock inside of him slid over his spot again and again, slowly, ruthlessly, enough to make him wild with need but not enough to make him come.

Indeed, Pein wanted to take his time that night. After a while, he changed their positions and put Kakashi on his hands and knees before him, then slid in again, both of them moaning at the even deeper and more intimate penetration in this pose.

Eventually, they ended up with Pein on his back flat on the bed and his hands around Kakashi’s hips as he rocked in his lap. The younger man bounced up and down eagerly, racing towards both their orgasms.

Afterwards, they laid together on the bed, holding each other, still shuddering from time to time as the last aftershocks of ecstasy raced through their sated bodies, with Kakashi’s head pillowed on Pein’s shoulder and his knee between the red-head’s legs. Pein was absently rubbing Kakashi’s back with one hand and the other traced the jounin’s ANBU tattoo on his arm over and over in an almost unconscious gesture. As Kakashi drifted off to sleep, the Akatsuki leader decided he needed to have a word with Kisame – both to commend him for giving Kakashi this idea and to threaten him to never gossip about his personal tastes again.