Old Lovers And New Beginnings

A/N: I altered things so that Itachi was 18 when he killed his clan cuz I don’t write sex in younger than 18. Also, this is AR and not canon. It’s still the ninja verse but my version. If you don’t like, don’t read. This is going to be a three part story. You can read this just as a oneshot or you can continue on with the next parts. Each part can kinda be read as a one shot so if you don't like threesomes, you don't have to read the last part. Part two will be KakaShika and then Part Three will be KakaItaShika. written for wakasensei on Y-gal.


Warnings: sexual situations, cursing, drinking, possible spoilers, Alternate Reality (Means it's the ninjaverse but I changed things to suit my purpose)

Old Lovers And New Beginnings


Part One-Living In The Past

Another day, another mission. Day in, day out--things seemed to have transformed into a mellow ebb and flow for the village of Konohagakure. Despite the fears of Akatsuki coupled with the threat of possible invasion from less than peaceful hidden villages, life went on as it should for almost everyone.

Almost.

There was a lone man seated in the back of a smoke filled pub. All around him, people were celebrating. Word had reached Konoha of the death of Itachi Uchiha. There were none who seemed unhappy with the news--none but one.

Kakashi Hatake brought his sake cup to his lips. In the darkened room, he needn’t worry about the about anyone looking to catch a glimpse of his face. Most were drunk or at the very least, too occupied with the bar maids and liquor to bother shooting a lone drinker seated in a dark corner more than a passing glance. At this point, he didn’t care if they did. In all of Konoha, he was probably the only one who’d cared about Itachi.

He’d put up a good front when his eyes met Itachi’s three years prior. When he’d been drawn into that darkness, the only torture he’d received was the dark silence. He’d watched Itachi’s pain be played for him in gruesome detail until he passed out from it. Of course, Itachi had extracted a promise of silence from him. Much like Naruto, he refused to break a promise--especially one from the only man he’d ever loved.

Pouring another cup, he watched the liquid swirl in the cup before tipping back and swallowing it. His goal was to get so drunk, the memories would not longer haunt him. The pain in his chest felt ready to burst. Always before there was hope--hope that something would happen to free Itachi from his self destructive path.

Kakashi tried to steer Sasuke into something more productive. He tried to draw Sasuke into a less determined route of vengeance. Nothing mattered. Sasuke still left to seek power he thought would take too long to learn in the village and now, word reached them of Itachi’s death at Sasuke’s hand.

Seeing him weeks ago had only cracked the ice around his heart and the pain of it was almost physical. It hurt and there was no cure save for drowning himself in the dulling liquid set before him.

In the end, Kakashi was only left with memories and another ghost to speak with every morning though he knew Itachi’s name would never be carved on that stone even though it deserved to be there more than most. Lack of a name on a memorial wouldn’t stop him from acknowledging him.

It was two Uchiha who’d made their mark on him. Obito had carved out Kakashi’s fate through his covered eye. Itachi left a less obvious mark.

His mark was left on the heart. He knew Itachi loved him. He could have easily killed Kakashi three years ago. He had him in his grips yet he stayed his hand, instead revealing a partial truth.

No one would have cared, even were he not bound by honor to keep Itachi‘s secret. No one cared that Itachi only smiled for those he cared about. No one cared he would tuck his hair behind his ears in a nervous gesture. No one cared that the he made a little whining sound as he came.

All they cared was he was dead. In their eyes, justice was done and nothing more was to be said on the issue. Tonight was for celebration.

Kakashi took another deep drink from his cup.

oOo

Ten Years Prior

“I knew I would find you here.”

Kakashi glanced down at the person standing at the base of the tree where he lounged for some recreational reading. The intruder had already changed from his standard ANBU issue gear in favor of a traditional wide neck Uchiha shirt with the clan symbol blazoned on the back. His hair was damp, making his bangs fall a little more limply around his face. Deep set dark eyes, framed by thick black lashes, gazed up at him with interest. Itachi Uchiha was a beautifully created man. At eighteen, the boy was preparing for his final growth spurt, likely to add two or three inches to his adult height. It wouldn’t help him. Even once he was fully grown, he would still be the shorter of the two. Uchiha tended to be short and lean. It made them both fast, and deadly.

Beneath his mask, Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk at the younger ANBU captain. He was fairly sure Itachi knew he was smirking by the slight tick of muscle beneath one exceptionally beautiful eye.

“Where else would I be?”

Itachi leapt to the limb, settling beside Kakashi. Dark bags beneath his eyes gave him an almost tired appearance. In recent months, his skin had taken on an almost pallid appearance. Uchiha were naturally lighter in skin tone, but Itachi was pushing the envelope and nearly looking like the ghost he portrayed as a shinobi. Kakashi knew the reason, though they rarely spoke on the issue.

Itachi was under more pressure than any man had a right to be. Since he was old enough to wield a kunai, he’d been groomed by his father to be perfect. He had to learn everything on the first try. He could never fail. To fail was to lose face amongst the Uchiha and more importantly, with his father.

Because of his quick mind and even quicker reflexes, Itachi was deemed a genius amongst shinobi and graduated early from the academy. Genius though he might be, they should never have pushed him into ANBU. He didn’t have the soul for performing the deeds asked of him. Each assassination he performed ripped his soul to pieces, leaving Kakashi to piece it back together.

Not that Kakashi wanted thoughts of work to rear its head during their short times together. Both being ANBU captains, they were not always in town at the same time. Sometimes they went weeks without seeing each other. The last thing he wanted to think on was work.

Lately, Kakashi has noticed more than the usual amount of strain on Itachi’s face. All the other would say was that things were coming to a head. It made whatever was going through Itachi’s mind seem dire and try as he might, Kakashi couldn’t get anything more from him. He was worried and neither had much time to relax between missions. He’d been considering speaking with the ANBU head about getting Itachi placed on leave. He hated to go behind his lover’s back but when such strain was being placed on him, he might snap. ANBU needed to be in complete control of both their body and emotions.

“What’s wrong, my little weasel?”

Itachi’s eye ticked again, making Kakashi release a mental fist pump. He loved getting a rise out of the other.

“You know I don’t like being called that.”

“All the more reason to continue doing so.”

Itachi glared at Kakashi, who merely arched a brow. To have earned the glare was more precious than any other reward. For Itachi, the epitome of Uchiha perfection, earning a visible facial response was a prize to cherish. He only wished he could elicit the reactions more often.

“Now, stop changing the subject and tell me what’s wrong.” Kakashi slid from his lounging position to one of upright, his feet dangling beside Itachi’s.

“Just clan issues. Things are escalating.” Itachi tucked a strand of hair behind his ear in an endearing gesture.

“Makes me glad I don’t have a clan,” muttered Kakashi, earning an elbow to the ribs. “What?”

“A clan doesn’t have to be a large group of people who share blood. Just a small family is a clan. One should cherish all the time they can with their family.” Itachi’s eyes grew unreadable, something usually only happening when he placed the mask over his face.

It worried Kakashi. Perhaps Itachi’s time in ANBU was finally wearing him down. It wasn’t an uncommon issue for shinobi to burn out while in ANBU. The time spent in the black ops was usually around five years. It was rare for anyone to make a career in ANBU unless they moved on to training or interrogation and off active duty. Couple the strain of ANBU with the stress of being the son of the head of the Uchiha clan, it wasn’t any wonder Itachi looked worn.

“Yes, family should be cherished but not before one’s own welfare. The larger clans have been known to abuse their members in the pursuit of power. Look at the Hyuuga clan and what they do to the branch members.” Kakashi placed a gloved hand on Itachi’s shoulder. “Don’t let your clan put you into a position you can’t control. You’re too smart for that.”

Itachi laughed mirthlessly. “What about my village?”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

Itachi swung his feet slowly, looking more like a child than the man he was. Kakashi was happy just sitting and watching him. Sex was such a minor albeit pleasurably enjoyable action with Itachi. He didn’t push it. He let Itachi come to him and initiate their encounters. It was easier for Itachi who was a bit on the skittish side.

“You can talk to me, Tachi.”

Itachi smiled, a gentle curving of lips. This man wasn’t meant for this life. Kakashi wished he was some wealthy daimyo who could take Itachi away from all this instead of only being good for picking up the peaces.

“We are tools for our village. Didn’t you tell me that?” Itachi moved from his position to straddle Kakashi’s thighs. “We should be happy to murder, rape, or die for our village if ordered to.”

“Itachi?”

Itachi shook his head, pressing his lips to the dark mask cover Kakashi‘s lower face. “I need you, Kashi.”

Kakashi’s eyes grew wide. “Here? Shouldn’t we go to my place. Someone might see and tell your father. Isn’t that what you’re always worried about?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore.” Itachi tugged the mask down, latching onto the revealed lips almost immediately.

Kakashi groaned at the taste of Itachi flooding his mouth. There was the faint taste of chocolate and crème, not unusual if one knew how much Itachi loved sweets. “Baby, wait…”

“No.”

Itachi slid his fingers across the bared shoulders, reaching the black skintight shirt. “Please, Kakashi…I need it. You have to help me.”

Kakashi closed his visible eye. He knew what that meant. It wasn’t just a fuck, Itachi wanted. He wanted a hard fuck and that was not something he was willing to too do in the open.

“I’ll give you what you want.” Kakashi brought his hands together, vanishing and appearing on his balcony in a cloud of smoke and leaves.

Itachi followed immediately, barely giving Kakashi time to disarm the window trap before his fingers scratched roughly at skin through the tight black shirt. The sting of the nails fired Kakashi’s blood in ways only Itachi could accomplish. He couldn’t imagine ever wanting another man or woman as much as Itachi.

Their lips smashed together, teeth clicking together and tongues fighting for dominance. It was all an act on Itachi’s part. He wanted to be taken. He wanted to lose control. Sex was the only time he allowed himself to relinquish the hard fought control.

Their lips suck at each other while hands moved across skin and clothes. Itachi’s legs lifted to wrap around Kakashi’s waist as his back was pressed hard into the wall.

“Please.” Itachi’s face pulled back, his breath coming in and out in rapid pants.

“I told you I’d give you what you wanted.” Kakashi pushed Itachi roughly to the bed, smirking at the surprised grunt. “You want to be a slut. My slut. You need to let go of every worry and thought, and belong to me.”

Itachi moaned, emotions playing rapidly across his face. In the bedroom was the only time the true Itachi emerged. Kakashi wanted to relish it because all too soon Itachi would hide himself beneath his calm exterior once more.

He made quick work of both their shirts, tossing them to the floor so Itachi was bared from the waist up. His slender frame followed from curved shoulders to a lean hips and waist. Only a small smattering of black hair around pink nipples and following a trail from his navel to groin graced his smooth body.

“My Itachi,” he murmured, running a finger down the breastbone towards the navel.

“Kakashi…” Itachi moaned, fingers going towards the button on his trousers when Kakashi’s hand brushed his away.

“Mine.”

Kakashi’s fingers unbuttoned the pants, sliding them down toned legs along with matching black boxers. The red erection bobbed from the movement, falling against Itachi’s abdomen.

Itachi was perfectly formed, even in the privates. His erection, slightly curved, leaked lightly on his belly. His hips arched, trying to show his need but was ignored.

“Didn’t you want me to fuck you, Itachi?” Kakashi snarled, curling a hand roughly around the erection and pulling and squeezing on it hard. “You didn’t want love making, did you? You want it hard. You want to hurt.”

“Yes!” Itachi keened, rolling his head back and forth while pushing his hips into Kakashi’s hand.

“Then get on your knees and suck me. Did you think I would just fuck you. You’ve got to pay for the pleasure you get.” Kakashi stepped back to supply room for Itachi.

In the beginning, it was hard for him to be so rough and callous with Itachi until he realized it was what the other needed. He grew accustomed to it and even developed a bit of a taste for rough sex or the use of toys. That’s not to say, he and Itachi didn’t enjoy slower, more savory sex. It was just times like this, Itachi needed to let go of everything and the only way to do so was through domination.

Itachi’s lips rubbed across the tip, spreading the traces of fluid. His tongue flicked, tasting before he swallowed the tip. His lips hollowed with each suck, making his cheekbones all the more prominent.

“Swallow it.” Kakashi clenched a fist in Itachi’s hair, forcing him to take in the entire length.

There was a bit of gagging, but Itachi took it all. His nose brushed the silver pubic hairs at the base with each downward swallow. If it wasn’t for the fact Itachi’s erection seemed to have grown in size from the forcible action, Kakashi might have stopped. Itachi’s body told him all he needed to know. He wanted it.

“Keep going. Make me cum. I want you to swallow every drop. If even the slightest bit escapes, you have to try again. I won’t fuck you until you do it right.” Kakashi groaned loudly as Itachi’s sucks increased in strength.

“Yes…” His neck muscles lost all strength, falling back. His eye stared at the ceiling in ecstasy. “Like that.”

Kakashi groaned loudly, his body shuddering at the touch of fingers on his balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to send his ejaculate spiraling from him and into Itachi’s mouth. His visible eye watched for even the slightest dribble of cum from the red lips.

There was none. Itachi had succeeded in his goal, leaving Kakashi unsure if he was pleased or disappointed. He would have liked to have seen Itachi suck him off again. There would be time for more later. For now, he needed to fulfill the promise of release he’d promised.

Kakashi grinned, tightening his hand in Itachi’s hair. “Good pet. You know how to keep cum from escaping. Now I want you to get me hard again.”

Itachi’s eyes gleamed, his lips smacking lightly. “Would you like me to suck you again?”

Kakashi grabbed Itachi’s face hard. “Don’t talk, get me hard.”

Itachi whined, beginning with a gentle stroking of Kakashi’s thighs and moving to more determined strokes, drawing closer and closer to his limp penis. His head lowered, but only nuzzled the limp flesh. He sucked gently on the heavy balls beneath, moving up the shaft with small nibbling kisses.

By the time he reached the tip, the length was jerking and hardening beneath his touches. It amazed Kakashi how easily Itachi could revive him despite the refractory period between orgasms.

Kakashi jerked on Itachi‘s hair, pulling his head back to meet his gaze. “I’m going to give you want you want now.”

“Please,” he whispered needily.

“On the bed and present your ass.” Kakashi stood, removing the remainder of his clothes while Itachi moved on his hands and knees to show off the smooth curve of his ass and the pink pucker hidden between pale globes.

He couldn’t resist lowering his head to swipe his tongue along the crevice. It wasn’t exactly what Itachi wanted but there were some things he was unable to resist. Biting and kissing Itachi’s ass was one of those things.

Taunt muscles jumped frantically under his touch. He couldn’t stop the smirk. Itachi might want it hard and fast but he still enjoyed the licking tongue. He knew what would come. Kakashi had promised and so it would come.

Kakashi wasn’t the pervert many of his fellow shinobi believed. He used the books as an additional mask, though he had read them enough to memorize the words. With Itachi, he felt the part everyone believed him.

When Itachi was presented for him alone, his body hummed with excitement. The thought of pounding inside the tight heat was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Itachi. There was only Itachi. There would be no other for him, he was sure. No other would see beneath the mask to the man hidden inside.

“Please.”

Itachi’s pleas were becoming more and more desperate, his body undulated before Kakashi, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets. Kakashi realized he’d made the other wait long enough. Reaching in the bedside table, he withdrew a bottle of lubricant.

He didn’t bother to stretch him. Itachi needed the initial pain. It was part of his kink. He liked a little pain. If Kakashi wanting to be honest, so did he. Biting. Scratching. It all turned him on desperately--most likely a side effect of their lifestyles.

Making sure to coat himself thoroughly, Kakashi forced Itachi’s head back. “I’m going to fuck you hard now, slut. You’re going to scream from the pain…and the pleasure. I want you to scream my name.”

Itachi moaned, obviously even more turned on with the addition of words. Kakashi, refusing to make either wait any longer, thrust inside with a hard push.

Itachi released a little scream. It probably stung like a bitch. He could feel the way Itachi contracted around him, slowly adjusting to the intrusion.

“Are you alright?” Kakashi stroked a hand down the pale back, noticing the play of tiny blood vessels beneath the skin.

“I’m…oh God…” Itachi moaned, his head dropping to the bed.

The angle lifted his hips into an ideal position. The temptation was too much.

Kakashi reared back, plunging inside once more. An equally loud shriek escaped Itachi, this one of pleasure and not pain. His fingers ripped at the bedding, trying to find a grip to allow him the strength to withstand the pounding.

The bed was now thumping hard against the wall and he was sure to hear it from his neighbors in the morning. At this moment, he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was pounding inside Itachi as hard and fast as he could.

He could see slender pale hands creeping beneath him to pump at the long neglected erection. Kakashi allowed him this pleasure. He would make him pay for jumping forward and jerking off later.

They both needed this.

Itachi needed release from his pent up emotions and Kakashi needed to feel Itachi surrounding him. He needed the connection to another human.

Itachi’s body went rigid. The sound of cum hitting the bed and clenching of muscles around his length spoke the finality of Itachi’s orgasm yet still he pounded inside him. His body almost came at the sound of the little whines coming from Itachi as he rode out his orgasm.

It probably hurt. His over sensitive prostate was being abused, yet Kakashi considered this the punishment. Itachi should have known to wait. He would have taken care of him.

Tingles began to build in him, heat making even his toes curl in pleasure. His orgasm was coming fast and powerful. Giving a final grunt, he released himself inside and collapsed on the bed beside Itachi.

For the longest time, they lay listening to the sound of each other’s breaths before Itachi turned to Kakashi. “I love you.”

Kakashi was forced from his state of bliss by the words. For a shinobi to say such thing meant it was more than sex or companionship. Nothing in their lives was certain but death. Saying the words…it meant more to them than words. He opened his mouth to return the gesture as he’d known for a long time he felt the same.

Fingers lifted to his lips, silencing the action. “Don’t. Don’t give me your heart. Save it for someone who won’t hurt you.”

“You would never purposefully hurt me.”

Itachi shook his head, burying his face in Kakashi’s chest. “You don’t know that.”

“I know you.” Kakashi kissed the head of sooty locks. “Listen. I think you should leave ANBU. You’re too good a shinobi to burn out in that. Maybe you should consider asking to be assigned a team. I think you would make a great teacher.”

“Do you think?” Itachi nuzzled against Kakashi’s neck. “Three little brats to tease and maybe teach them skills to stay alive.”

Kakashi chuckled, “you could handle it.”

Itachi didn’t say anything, only occasionally releasing the tiniest of contented sighs. “Kashi…stop time. Make it stop and let me stay in this moment.”

“That would be nice.” Kakashi smiled into the hair. “I love you, Itachi.”

Itachi lifted his head to stare into Kakashi’s open eye. “Thank you for giving me that.”

Silence ruled them for the remainder of the afternoon. It was almost dusk when Kakashi drifted off to sleep, cradling Itachi in his arms. He didn’t feel the other slide away. He didn’t see the tears Itachi shed for what could have been.

oOo

Kakashi blinked awake, his mind fuzzy from sleep. His hand slid across the bed, disappointed to find the sheets cool. It was Itachi’s way and he accepted it. He only wished the other would make his family understand that while he might be a gifted shinobi, he was still only human.

Keeping his sharingan eye closed, Kakashi shuffled to the bathroom to relieve his aching bladder and shower. He smelled of the musky scent of sex…of Itachi. He wanted to revel in the memory but sadly, he had to report for duty. Perhaps tonight he would cook dinner for Itachi. Two nights in a row together was a rarity indeed.

Showering, dressing, and grabbing a granola bar, he strolled leisurely from the apartment. After making his traditional stop at the honor stone, he made his way through town.

The streets were empty.

At this time of day they should have been teaming with people. His eye narrowed on the many ‘shop closed’ signs littering the area. Something had happened.

Leisure was tossed aside in favor of expedience, practically terrifying the elderly woman making her way down the street. “Has something happened?”

She blinked watery eyes at him, taking in the mask and headband. “You haven’t heard?”

“The entire Uchiha clan was wiped out.”

He’d never known he could feel such fear until that moment. Panic and fear warred for supremacy. Itachi couldn’t have been there. He must have been sent out on a mission. It would have taken an army to take out Itachi. Even in his sleep, he kept some sense of his surroundings like a good shinobi.

If he thanked the woman for her information, he wasn’t sure. Instead he raced towards the Uchiha compound. Seeing the Third standing outside the gates shaking his head sadly made Kakashi’s blood run even colder.

“Kakashi?” Sarutobi glanced up at his approach. “I take it you heard.”

“What happened?” Kakashi was desperate to find out if Itachi was alive. He had to know.

“Last night, Itachi Uchiha slaughtered his entire clan save for his brother, Sasuke.” Sarutobi shook his head again. “What a waste.”

Kakashi shook his head, shock rolling through him. It was a lie. It had to be. “That’s not true…Itachi…he wouldn’t.”

“I’m afraid it’s true. Were you close to Itachi? You served with him in ANBU.” He heard the question but couldn’t formulate a response, only nodding in affirmative.

Sarutobi nodded, turning to issue orders to some ANBU who approached before turning his attention back to Kakashi. “His brother is still unconscious. We’re hoping he’ll awaken soon. I’m assigning jounin to help gather up the bodies for a funeral. We’re going to cremate them. It’s not plausible to dig so many graves.”

Kakashi nodded, joining the jounin to begin collecting the bodies for burial. He was a zombie, running on adrenaline. It was a bloodbath. Half of the dead looked to have been slaughtered with a vicious blade while the others appeared to have been taken out quickly and relatively painlessly--almost as if two people performed the deed.

By the end of the day, he was exhausted both mentally and physically. Only once he entered the shower did he allow himself to cry for what had happened. Why had Itachi done it? It wasn’t in his nature. What could Kakashi have done differently to stop this horrific thing from having happened.

His mind spun with all the past conversations with Itachi. Had his mind completely snapped under the stress he was under? Would the day come when Kakashi was forced to kill him? Could he do it if that day came?

Tears streaked down his face, lost in the steaming spray. “Itachi…why?”

oOo

Present Day

Of course, now he knew. He understood Itachi’s reasoning. He didn’t approve, but he understood. The village they both loved had chosen to annihilate the Uchihas for the sake of peace. Itachi was their weapon.

He’d often wondered why Itachi had commented on a previous conversation where Kakashi explained how shinobi were nothing but weapons for the village. Now he wished he’d said something different. What, he wasn’t sure but something. Anything would have been better than replaying conversations over and over in his head.

Drinking helped somewhat. It dulled the memories but also brought out to crystal clarity some of the more potent ones.

Swallowing the sake, his throat was too numbed to feel the burn. He didn’t care. He wanted the oblivion it promised but as of yet had failed to deliver. He’d always hoped Itachi would return, that the truth would be revealed. Instead, he watched from afar as Itachi grew hard before his eyes. He saw death in them. Not the death of others but the longing of death for himself.

Suicide would have been too shameful for one such as Itachi. He would never take his own life. Hence his torment of his brother. He wanted death and felt it was Sasuke’s right to extract it from him.

“Stupid,” he growled, tossing away the cup in favor of drinking directly from the bottle. “Fucking stupid.

“Are you speaking of yourself?”

If he’d known his life would change from those five words, he might have been skeptical. Instead, he gazed blearily up at the hazy figure before his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out drunk on the table. He didn’t feel his mask being adjusted back over his face, nor did he feel the other carry him from the bar thrown over his shoulder. He didn’t recall vomiting on the smoke scented shirt or being laid on his bed. He was too lost in his drunken stupor to realize anything. His life would never be the same from that day onward and he was too drunk to realize.

To be continued…