Short-fics: 8 Kakashi/Sasuke, 2 Genma/Raidou
A few weeks ago, I was in the mood to write for fun, and I asked for mini-fic prompts on y-gallery. I got some really good ones :D It feels so good to be writing again! When I don't, I really miss it.
A couple of these, I am very meh about. A couple of them, I love. I'm posting all the ones I've finished, in pretty random order. These are the Kakashi/Sasuke and Genma/Raidou ones... I've also got 8 Bleach fics, Chad/Ishida and Chad/Ishida/Orihime, that I'm going to format and post later :)
In this batch: 8 Kakashi/Sasuke and 2 Genma/Raidou
Ratings: G to NC-17
Wordcount: about 5000 words total, prompt fills range from about 200 words to about 700
-with the prompts: Sasuke jealous over Kakashi's book; ANBU initiation; Police/FBI AU; irritated Sasuke topping from the bottom; rescue story ending in love; nipples; jealousy in a non-exclusive relationship; AU army!Kakashi returning home from a tour of duty
for sycopowerranger: Pre-time skip!Sasuke's jealousy over Kakashi's book. XD I'd love if he doesn't even realize he's jealous and it messes with his training ~400 words
Kakashi turned a page, his eyes flicking up to watch Sasuke. Pink-faced and sweating, his young genin charge was powering through a complex set of moves that Kakashi had taught him.
He didn't have it down perfectly yet. Kakashi darted his eye down to his page when Sasuke's face turned his way, and he inwardly smiled when Sasuke's movement slowed. It picked right back up again, and Kakashi raised his eye.
Sasuke spun through a series of kicks, designed to strengthen his thigh muscles and improve his balance, Kakashi had told him. But he wobbled when he landed; Kakashi was looking at his book again.
If only Sasuke had a little more insight, Kakashi thought, turning another page. If only he could read himself a fraction as well as Kakashi could read him. Kakashi read a few lines, sensing Sasuke's frustration, sensing his bafflement.
Kakashi studied him openly as he worked through the set again, almost flawlessly, and not at all learning the lesson that Kakashi was trying to teach. Kakashi went back to his book for the last, difficult moves, and sighed as Sasuke flubbed them.
He snapped his book closed and stood.
Sasuke frowned at him, obviously trying to hide his embarrassment. Kakashi shook his head and dropped a hand on Sasuke's sweaty head.
"Do you understand the lesson?" Kakashi asked, his face neutral.
Sasuke screwed his face up, eyes confused. It would have been adorable, if Kakashi wasn’t frustrated with him.
"I'm... strengthening my muscles and gaining muscle memory." Sasuke narrowed his eyes, searching Kakashi's face for clues.
"Nope!" Kakashi said, grinning. "Well, yes. But that's not what you're supposed to be doing."
Sasuke frowned and stepped out from under Kakashi's hand, his mouth going flat. A drop of sweat slid down his nose, and he flicked his head to the side impatiently to rid himself of it. "So what am I supposed to be doing?" he asked, his tone suggesting that he begrudged Kakashi the words, but knew they'd get no-where if he didn't ask them.
"Learning how to work when you're distracted," Kakashi said, dropping his book into his pouch. "Even when you don't realize you're distracted."
Kakashi nodded, smiled, and walked away, leaving Sasuke to puzzle that out himself.
He couldn't spoon-feed the kid everything, after all.
***
for darkgodess: ANBU initiation ~400 words
Was this what being ANBU meant? Sasuke wondered, sweating as he held his last opponent at bay with a handful of poisoned stars. His five opponents had attacked him half an hour ago, and he'd dispatched the first three of them neatly, almost immediately. He eliminated one more with less precision only minutes ago, yet still... the last man dogged his steps, an implacable enemy, an unshakable shadow.
It was his last test, the last barrier between himself and becoming an ANBU operative, and he couldn't fail now. Not when he'd gotten so far. But this man seemed to know his every move before he made it. Sasuke gritted his teeth and heard his exhalation echo hollowly against the inside of his bone-white mask. He whipped his head to the right, sensing movement.
Knew his every move.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and flung another handful of stars - not enough to do anything but expose the man for a few steps as he darted to the next available safe place.
But it was enough. The man had a distinctive way of moving - he favored his left leg slightly, so slightly that Sasuke might not even see it, if he didn't know to look for it.
Sasuke smirked and gained a new layer of calm. He body-flickered out, then back in, directly behind the persistent ANBU.
"Kakashi," he whispered against an ear, brown hair hissing against his mask as he jabbed a kunai in, aiming just an inch to the right of the ANBU's kidney.
And the way the man moved slowly, almost lazily out of the path of the blow, told him that his instincts were dead-on.
"Of course it would be you," Sasuke said, gathering his chakra.
"Who else?" Kakashi's hair and build might have been altered, but his voice was the same as ever, and Sasuke bared his teeth in a fierce, victorious unseen grimace.
"You can't beat me," Sasuke said, confidence growing as he watched Kakashi fish in his weapons-pouch.
"Don't be so sure," Kakashi said lightly, and Sasuke tensed, readying himself for an explosive tag, a hurtling kunai, for anything.
...A pair of bells on a string dangled rather anticlimactically from Kakashi's index finger.
"You can't be serious," Sasuke sighed, somewhat disappointed.
"Catch me if you can, Sasuke-kun," Kakashi lilted, and he flickered away.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and followed.
***
for tsukiyue: Police and FBI AU ~300 words
"Tucker, send that to the lab immediately," Head Detective Sasuke Uchiha snapped, and he barely noticed when the officer acknowledged him with a brisk Yes, sir. "Smith, Carruthers, I need you to canvass the area for witnesses."
"That won't be necessary," a low, drawling voice said from behind him.
Sasuke turned to see a lanky man with wild, prematurely grey hair saunter over to him--casually intruding on Sasuke's crime scene. The interloper pulled a small leather wallet from the pocket of his suit jacket.
"Hatake, FBI," the newcomer said, flashing his badge and then making it disappear, neater than a magic trick. His hooded eyes flickered around the room, looking everywhere but at Sasuke's reddening face. "We'll be taking over here."
"Hold on a second," Sasuke growled, stalking toward Kakashi. "This is my investigation. I've been after this guy for a month, now."
Finally, Hatake's eyes -- one of them brutally scarred, Sasuke noticed with a little shock -- came to rest on Sasuke.
"Then your notes will be rather helpful," Hatake said, lips curling up in a crooked grin.
Sasuke aimed a hot frown at him. He could feel his blood pressure rising, the whites of his eyes going red as tiny capillaries burst.
"Maybe, if you're really nice," Hatake drawled, infuriating, the grin sharpening, "I could be persuaded to let you help, Officer... " Hatake made a show of leaning in to scrutinize Sasuke's badge. "...Sexy."
"It's Sasuke," Sasuke fumed. Then corrected both of them, speaking his title in sharp, precise syllables. "Detective Uchiha."
Kakashi shrugged as if Sasuke's name was unimportant. "Sure. Just keep it in mind, hmmm?" And he turned his back on Sasuke, and with a lazy wave of his arm, dismissed Sasuke's officers from the scene.
***
for trinityrenee: Maybe some kinky bondage stuff? I can always see Sasuke getting irritated at Kakashi and going dom!uke on him ~200 words
"Enjoying yourself?" Kakashi asked, looking up at Sasuke from the bed, giving the appearance of lazy comfort even with his wrists bound tightly together above his head.
Sasuke froze in the middle of anchoring Kakashi's leg to a bedpost, suddenly very self-conscious of his own erection. He scowled. "You wanted to do this. You asked for it."
Kakashi grinned and opened his mouth to say something else.
"You know what?" Sasuke said, his voice loud, before Kakashi could get a word out. With swift, uncareful movements, he snatched a strip of cloth that had been meant for use as a blindfold and shoved it between Kakashi's teeth, tying it behind his head. The knot caught in thick grey hair, but Sasuke didn't care.
"You don't get to talk now," he said as he straddled Kakashi's hips. "You just get to lay there," Sasuke said, reaching behind himself to push slick fingers inside his own body. "And we're not doing that thing you asked me to do."
Kakashi looked disappointed, but only until Sasuke sank down onto his cock.
***
for AmazingYaoi: a cheesy rescue story that ends with Sasuke finally falling for Kakashi ~450 words
Kakashi stared up at the damp stone ceiling, fingers loosely threaded together over his stomach, as comfortable as he could get, naked and bruised all over and imprisoned in a small cavern.
He had fresh air, at least there was that. And he had plenty of time to come up with an exit strategy in between irregular feedings. He supposed they used some sort of odorless gas; all he knew was that sometimes he awoke, every time not remembering falling asleep, and a plate of beans and bread awaited him.
He'd had eight plates so far. And been hungry often. He could tell he'd lost weight, but his sense of time was faulty, down here, whether it was because he was underground, or because his chakra was completely sealed away. He didn't know if it had been a week or a month.
But he knew he had to act soon. If only they would give him one single opening...
A huge, percussive BOOM made his ears ring, and chips of rock blasted him, cutting his skin. He grabbed a sharp-edged rock as it rolled by and leapt up into a defensive posture, squinting through the dust.
And then he grinned. There, outlined by a huge, jagged hole in the rock wall, stood Sasuke, disheveled and fierce, blood smeared on his cheek and his shirt.
Well, there's my opening, Kakashi thought, and he thought he'd try to remember that joke for later.
"You do love me," he said, drawing himself up from his crouch.
Sasuke scowled at him, and it erased the traces of concern from his face. "Shut up and put this on," he said, flinging a robe in Kakashi's direction.
Grinning and not wasting any time, Kakashi did as he said, and he groaned when Sasuke unsealed his chakra and energy pulsed through his limbs. They didn't speak until they were about a mile clear of the caves and Sasuke signaled him to a halt in a little clearing.
Sasuke handed him a canteen from which Kakashi drank gratefully.
"What if I said I did?" Sasuke asked, and Kakashi thought he actually looked a little disappointed when Kakashi didn't spray out his mouthful of water. He'd never tell Sasuke how close of a thing it was, though.
Kakashi swallowed and wiped his mouth. "Well then, I'd have to say that I love you too." He smiled at Sasuke, and Sasuke stared back blankly for several seconds before he took the canteen out of Kakashi's hand.
"Let's get going," Sasuke said, and he took off through the woods.
***
for essenceofthedark: nipples ~400 words
Kakashi didn't like having his nipples touched.
Sasuke didn't think much of it; a long scar sliced the left one straight down the middle, and he assumed that was the reason why. So he gave them a wide berth. There was still nearly six feet of attractive, well-muscled man to explore, some bits more interesting than the rest. He concentrated on the more interesting bits, and out of habit began avoiding those particular two square inches, nearly forgetting their existence.
He didn't think much of it until nearly a year later, when he was straddling Kakashi's thighs, one hand languidly sliding up and down Kakashi's lubed cock, the other stroking over tense stomach muscles. Concentrating on the hardness and heat of Kakashi's erection, and thinking about where it was about to go, he let his other hand slide up Kakashi's body, unheeded.
Fingertips skimmed over the hard point of Kakashi's nipple, and Kakashi's thick cock jerked in his hand. Sasuke kept his eyes on Kakashi's cock and his face carefully neutral--or carefully sexed-up, anyway--and withdrew his hand without saying a word.
Once Kakashi was inside him, his cock snug in Sasuke's ass, his hands lightly clutching Sasuke's thighs, Sasuke moaned and rocked over him, letting his body get used to Kakashi's girth before they really got down to it. And thinking about the way Kakashi bucked into his hand, and the way Kakashi had so sternly warned him away from his nipples at first. And the way Kakashi liked to bring Sasuke off embarrassingly quickly, and then grin and look all smug about it later.
And so when Kakashi groaned and tightened his hands, thrusting in deeper to create more give, Sasuke met his thrust. And then another, and then one more... and then squeezing down around Kakashi's buried cock, he reached out lightning-quick and latched onto Kakashi's nipples with his fingers.
Moaning, he gave them a soft pinch, and then a harder one, rocking his hips forward, and he felt a deep, vindictive satisfaction when Kakashi quivered and gasped, surprised by his own orgasm.
So what if it was over quickly. And so what if he had to finish himself with his own hand when Kakashi sulked beside him on the bed. That embarrassed, disappointed look on Kakashi's face instead of his own, finally, was totally worth it.
***
for velydia: Kakashi/Sasuke fic where they're in a non-exclusive relationship, Sasuke is jealous of people who even talk to Kakashi wondering if Kakashi's with them too and his insecurities over asking Kakashi to commit. Maybe Kakashi feels the same way? ~650 words
Sasuke was not watching Kakashi.
Kakashi leaned casually against a wall across the courtyard, his voice a low, nearly unintelligible murmur. The man he was speaking to, a chuunin Sasuke didn't recognize, must have made a joke, because Kakashi laughed. The sound made Sasuke grit his teeth; it was surprisingly sensual and out of place here in the market. It was a sound Sasuke had never heard outside of Kakashi's bedroom.
Keeping his eyes carefully on the produce in front of him, his brow furrowed in a caricature of indecision--squash or green beans? So hard to choose--Sasuke saw in his mind's eye Kakashi, unabashedly nude, reaching over Sasuke's body for the bottle of sake on the bedside table, laughing quietly at something Sasuke had said.
A single word floated to Sasuke's ears--Later, Kakashi said, and then it was back to that low murmur--and without warning, his memory substituted that stranger across the courtyard for Sasuke... Kakashi was reaching across the brown-haired man's body, Kakashi was leaning his naked face down to kiss him.
Sasuke made a noise low in his throat and regretted it when he glanced up at the startled grocer. The man's eyes were wide, his face pale, and Sasuke tried to wipe the murderous expression off of his face. If Kakashi was not watching Sasuke as closely as Sasuke was not watching Kakashi, he had just given himself away.
Keeping his face blank, Sasuke quickly purchased a colorful pair of squashes and stalked away, wishing that he'd waited ten more minutes to do his shopping. It was his own bad luck that led him to the market at the exact time that Kakashi was openly flirting with that other man.
Well, okay, Sasuke thought, squinting against a developing headache, struggling to get a rein on his emotions. Perhaps leaning against a wall and talking wasn't flirting, but that laugh...
The feel of Kakashi's intimately familiar chakra close behind him made his stomach clench.
"Sasuke-kun," Kakashi said, a grin in his voice.
"Kakashi," Sasuke greeted, not looking to the side. He could see Kakashi in his peripheral vision, slumping along beside him, hands in his pockets.
"Squash is really the best when it's in season, don't you agree?" Kakashi asked, his voice giving away nothing.
"Yes, it's delicious," Sasuke said flatly. "What do you want?"
"For you to come over tonight," Kakashi said.
Sasuke bit his tongue, his face hot and tingling. Strike out, did you? he thought, and it was right on the tip of his tongue. He barely restrained himself from saying it.
They passed into the shade between two buildings.
"Oh, not interested?" Kakashi asked. The next intersection was nearing, and Sasuke knew that if he didn't say something, Kakashi would turn off and walk away without another word, and they'd continue the long, halting, confusing conversation that was their relationship some other time.
And Kakashi would find someone else to come to his apartment tonight.
"I just assumed you had plans," Sasuke said coldly.
Kakashi's long, easy stride didn't falter, and they continued walking forward together through the intersection.
"No, not tonight," Kakashi said, and his voice had taken on a thoughtful seriousness, one that Sasuke hated hearing. "That bother you, Sasuke?"
Yes. I hate it. Don't sleep with that guy, Sasuke thought, his guts churning with so many things he wanted to say, but couldn't, for so many reasons. Sasuke inhaled carefully, and didn't answer Kakashi's question.
"Eight o'clock," Sasuke said. "You make dinner."
"Good. I'll see you then," Kakashi said, his voice lighter now, and Sasuke felt some of the tension inside himself dissolve. They walked a few more steps forward, coming to Sasuke's street. "Maybe we'll talk a little," Kakashi said, and it was an unexpected parting blow before Kakashi turned left, and walked away.
***
for kakasasu4ever: I'd love to see armyKakashi, like just returning home from his tour/duty and surprising Sasuke with his return. ~500 words
In the hour before dawn, Kakashi trudged up the stairs to Sasuke's apartment, his feet getting lighter with each step he took. He hadn't been home in months, and just seeing this place peeled away layers of fatigue.
Shouldering his heavy canvas bag, he raised his hand to knock.
After less than a minute he heard creaking floorboards coming from inside the apartment and closed his eyes for the space of a few heartbeats, remembering Sasuke as he had last seen him. Slender and compact, deep black eyes in a pale face. He had been badly in need of a haircut at their last parting, and he'd been angry at something Kakashi had said.
Opening his eyes, Kakashi sighed, blowing out a thick plume of frost, and the door swung open.
And there Sasuke was, in his pajamas and bare feet. He had managed to get a haircut, and little feathers of black hair brushed his cheeks. His dark eyes were slightly blurry with sleep but they widened as Kakashi watched, softening in what Kakashi knew had to be affection.
Kakashi grinned at him and Sasuke's eyes abruptly sharpened. "It's early," Sasuke said, stepping backwards so that Kakashi could enter. "You want your house key?"
"Maybe in a little while," Kakashi said, unshouldering his bag and placing it on the floor just inside the door, dog tags clinking dully on his chest. Sasuke stood in the center of the living room, his arms crossed loosely over his chest against the cold, and Kakashi looked at him in the pre-dawn stillness, thinking that he might not want his house key at all. Thinking that this felt more like his home than his own home did.
"Just keep it," Kakashi said quietly, and his fatigue crashed over him once more. He felt like he could sleep for weeks. But not yet. He'd just made Sasuke an offer, one that he might not have made, had he not been raw from lack of sleep and the rush of seeing Sasuke again, and he really needed to know Sasuke's answer before he collapsed.
Sasuke's eyes bore into him, intense and hot. He padded forward almost silently and before he even came to a halt he clutched at the jacket of Kakashi's fatigues, pulling Kakashi's head down as he surged upwards and caught Kakashi's mouth in a hard kiss.
Kakashi's ears were ringing when they pulled apart some minutes later, and a flush spread across Sasuke's cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "I'll keep it as long as you want me to," Sasuke whispered, and he gave Kakashi one more brief, close-mouthed kiss.
Then he drew away, and Kakashi's cheeks tingled, still feeling the ghosts of Sasuke's warm palms.
"Now come to bed. You look like shit," Sasuke said, turning away.
Kakashi smiled and followed him into the bedroom. He was home.
- with the prompts: how Genma and Raidou became friends; Raidou being jabbed with a poisoned senbon and blurting out his love
for kiterie: I want GenRai, I'd love to see something with how they became friends... have they always gotten along in your headcanon? ~700 words
"Hey," Genma whispered to the tall, dark-haired boy from the other class, who was walking ahead of him on the track into the forest.
The boy looked back, raising his eyebrows.
"I need your help," Genma whispered, glancing at his teacher to ensure that he was still engrossed in conversation.
"To do what?" the boy asked, his open, affable face quizzical.
"To cheat." Genma stepped over a root, and heard the boy's indecisive sound as he glanced over his shoulder. The corner of the school was still visible. They were a few yards into the forest where their two joined classes would be running an exercise--nothing too strenuous, nothing too far beyond an eleven-year-old's skill set, but Genma got the feeling that it would be more challenging than they'd seen, so far.
"Decide quick," Genma murmured. The teachers were still speaking, smiling at each other and not paying enough attention to their charges. "We're running out of time."
The other boy took a deep breath, frowned for a second, and just as Genma was giving up on him, he sighed. "Okay. What do I do?"
"In one minute, I need you to get the teachers' attention. I don't care how, but keep them busy for five minutes... and when you see me come back, make sure they don't."
The dark-haired boy nodded, looking at the teachers. His face was calm and friendly, with big, dark eyes... completely trustworthy, which was why Genma had chosen him. Most of the other students could possibly generate suspicion if they held up the proceedings... but this morning, Genma had seen the way the adults talked to this boy, and he had no doubt that they wouldn't think twice, if it was him.
"One minute," Genma whispered, his eyes on the teachers. "I'm Genma, by the way."
"Namiashi Raidou," the other boy said. Then Genma saw his opportunity, and he slipped off into the woods.
He was slightly out-of-breath when he reached the school, but he easily charmed the hall monitor. The map he'd glimpsed earlier was right where he'd seen it among the piles of papers on his teacher's desk, and he grinned at the diagram showing traps and shelters, and a few markings indicating hidden stashes of supplies. Their lunch boxes were all under the tops of their tables where they'd left them, and Genma quickly opened his. He pulled out two wrapped rice balls and crammed them into the pouch at his hip, thinking that smushed lunch was better than no lunch at all--just in case today went like he thought it would.
He rushed back into the woods behind the school, crept up carefully on their group through the trees. A teacher was helping his partner-in-crime up from the ground, the other one watching, so Genma stealthily slipped back inside the circle of his peers. He eyed the bandage wrapped around Raidou's arm, then smiled when the boy reached his side.
They walked deeper into the woods, Genma relaxing when it became obvious that the teachers had never noticed his absence.
"Did you actually hurt yourself?" Genma asked, his voice filled with respect.
"Just a little scrape," Raidou said. He looked a question at Genma.
"I got a map," Genma whispered with a grin.
Three hours later, Genma and Raidou sat side-by-side at the target location, a raised clearing made distinct by a ring of felled trees around the circumference. Raidou chewed on a smashed, but still tasty, rice ball while Genma turned a long, silver needle over and over in his hands. They'd found a bundle of them in one of the supply stashes; Genma, curious, had taken one of them, but left the rest of the supplies alone.
"We make a good team," Raidou said, then licked a few stray grains of rice from his thumb.
"Yeah." Genma grinned and stretched out on his back. "I hope we'll have the same class, next year."
They sat there, talking occasionally, for two hours until the first pair of their classmates joined them. Then another pair showed up, and a teacher followed immediately after, eyeing them suspiciously over a large basket of food; the other two teams were dirty and sweaty and exhausted, yet Genma and Raidou looked nearly spotless, relaxed and cheerful.
Of course they were cheerful--that day, they'd each found a new friend.
***
for charmaine: Maybe Raidou getting jabbed with a spare prepared senbon, and blabbing out his love for Genma? ~500 words
Genma cursed and dragged Raidou's dead weight under a lip of rock that jutted out into the rainy forest. It was ridiculous, he thought as he settled Raidou onto his back and fumbled in his pack for another vial of serum. They'd made it through the mission unscathed, and were on their way home, where they were due two weeks of time off.
A two month mission and they were one day from home, and Raidou had to turn with his arm out at exactly the wrong angle, at exactly the wrong time, when Genma was wrapping his bundle of poison senbon more securely.
He jammed the thin vial of serum between his lips and rolled up Raidou's sleeve. "Curmarr, raigoh," he murmured. Come on, Raidou. Frowning, he plunged the needle into Raidou's arm and depressed the plunger.
His eyes went to Raidou's face, pale and splotchy, and he brushed wet brown hair off his partner's forehead. His hand lingered on Raidou's wet cheek, and he repeated himself. "Come on, Raidou. Wake up. You can make it. We're almost home."
As if that mattered. Almost home didn't mean anything, didn't make anything better, but he knew the words could be a powerful talisman, could rally most shinobi for one final burst of effort. Almost home, where everything will be okay.
Raidou mumbled something, and Genma's pulse jumped in his throat.
"Gmmh," Raidou said, not much more than a grunt. But Genma grasped onto it with hope and pressed his hand more firmly against Raidou's cheek.
Finally, Raidou's eyes slid open, and Genma sighed loudly in relief. Six hours, six doses of serum, and who knew how many miles of carrying Raidou on his back to get him closer to Konoha, just so that he could tell him they were almost home.
Surely Raidou could even smell it in the air, the dense, green scent of the woods surrounding their home.
Raidou swallowed, wet his lips, and Genma grinned at him. "There you are," Genma said.
"Genma," Raidou husked, and he brought a shaky hand up to touch Genma's hand on his cheek.
"You're awake," Genma said. "You need anything?"
"You," Raidou whispered, and Genma waited, thinking that was just the beginning of the sentence. But Raidou simply looked up at him, the depth of his eyes adding weight to that one word. Then Raidou's eyelids flickered, the eyes trying to roll back in his head.
"Raidou?" Genma asked, shaking Raidou gently. "We're almost there, just a little longer. Stay with me."
Raidou attempted a nod, his head rolling to the side. He squeezed Genma's hand. "Thank you. Love you."
At that, he lost consciousness again, his hand going limp, splatting on the wet ground. Genma stared at him for a second, mouth open, and then he rushed to bundle Raidou up on his back.
He broke into a sprint, his mind a blur.
A couple of these, I am very meh about. A couple of them, I love. I'm posting all the ones I've finished, in pretty random order. These are the Kakashi/Sasuke and Genma/Raidou ones... I've also got 8 Bleach fics, Chad/Ishida and Chad/Ishida/Orihime, that I'm going to format and post later :)
In this batch: 8 Kakashi/Sasuke and 2 Genma/Raidou
Ratings: G to NC-17
Wordcount: about 5000 words total, prompt fills range from about 200 words to about 700
-with the prompts: Sasuke jealous over Kakashi's book; ANBU initiation; Police/FBI AU; irritated Sasuke topping from the bottom; rescue story ending in love; nipples; jealousy in a non-exclusive relationship; AU army!Kakashi returning home from a tour of duty
for sycopowerranger: Pre-time skip!Sasuke's jealousy over Kakashi's book. XD I'd love if he doesn't even realize he's jealous and it messes with his training ~400 words
Kakashi turned a page, his eyes flicking up to watch Sasuke. Pink-faced and sweating, his young genin charge was powering through a complex set of moves that Kakashi had taught him.
He didn't have it down perfectly yet. Kakashi darted his eye down to his page when Sasuke's face turned his way, and he inwardly smiled when Sasuke's movement slowed. It picked right back up again, and Kakashi raised his eye.
Sasuke spun through a series of kicks, designed to strengthen his thigh muscles and improve his balance, Kakashi had told him. But he wobbled when he landed; Kakashi was looking at his book again.
If only Sasuke had a little more insight, Kakashi thought, turning another page. If only he could read himself a fraction as well as Kakashi could read him. Kakashi read a few lines, sensing Sasuke's frustration, sensing his bafflement.
Kakashi studied him openly as he worked through the set again, almost flawlessly, and not at all learning the lesson that Kakashi was trying to teach. Kakashi went back to his book for the last, difficult moves, and sighed as Sasuke flubbed them.
He snapped his book closed and stood.
Sasuke frowned at him, obviously trying to hide his embarrassment. Kakashi shook his head and dropped a hand on Sasuke's sweaty head.
"Do you understand the lesson?" Kakashi asked, his face neutral.
Sasuke screwed his face up, eyes confused. It would have been adorable, if Kakashi wasn’t frustrated with him.
"I'm... strengthening my muscles and gaining muscle memory." Sasuke narrowed his eyes, searching Kakashi's face for clues.
"Nope!" Kakashi said, grinning. "Well, yes. But that's not what you're supposed to be doing."
Sasuke frowned and stepped out from under Kakashi's hand, his mouth going flat. A drop of sweat slid down his nose, and he flicked his head to the side impatiently to rid himself of it. "So what am I supposed to be doing?" he asked, his tone suggesting that he begrudged Kakashi the words, but knew they'd get no-where if he didn't ask them.
"Learning how to work when you're distracted," Kakashi said, dropping his book into his pouch. "Even when you don't realize you're distracted."
Kakashi nodded, smiled, and walked away, leaving Sasuke to puzzle that out himself.
He couldn't spoon-feed the kid everything, after all.
***
for darkgodess: ANBU initiation ~400 words
Was this what being ANBU meant? Sasuke wondered, sweating as he held his last opponent at bay with a handful of poisoned stars. His five opponents had attacked him half an hour ago, and he'd dispatched the first three of them neatly, almost immediately. He eliminated one more with less precision only minutes ago, yet still... the last man dogged his steps, an implacable enemy, an unshakable shadow.
It was his last test, the last barrier between himself and becoming an ANBU operative, and he couldn't fail now. Not when he'd gotten so far. But this man seemed to know his every move before he made it. Sasuke gritted his teeth and heard his exhalation echo hollowly against the inside of his bone-white mask. He whipped his head to the right, sensing movement.
Knew his every move.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and flung another handful of stars - not enough to do anything but expose the man for a few steps as he darted to the next available safe place.
But it was enough. The man had a distinctive way of moving - he favored his left leg slightly, so slightly that Sasuke might not even see it, if he didn't know to look for it.
Sasuke smirked and gained a new layer of calm. He body-flickered out, then back in, directly behind the persistent ANBU.
"Kakashi," he whispered against an ear, brown hair hissing against his mask as he jabbed a kunai in, aiming just an inch to the right of the ANBU's kidney.
And the way the man moved slowly, almost lazily out of the path of the blow, told him that his instincts were dead-on.
"Of course it would be you," Sasuke said, gathering his chakra.
"Who else?" Kakashi's hair and build might have been altered, but his voice was the same as ever, and Sasuke bared his teeth in a fierce, victorious unseen grimace.
"You can't beat me," Sasuke said, confidence growing as he watched Kakashi fish in his weapons-pouch.
"Don't be so sure," Kakashi said lightly, and Sasuke tensed, readying himself for an explosive tag, a hurtling kunai, for anything.
...A pair of bells on a string dangled rather anticlimactically from Kakashi's index finger.
"You can't be serious," Sasuke sighed, somewhat disappointed.
"Catch me if you can, Sasuke-kun," Kakashi lilted, and he flickered away.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and followed.
***
for tsukiyue: Police and FBI AU ~300 words
"Tucker, send that to the lab immediately," Head Detective Sasuke Uchiha snapped, and he barely noticed when the officer acknowledged him with a brisk Yes, sir. "Smith, Carruthers, I need you to canvass the area for witnesses."
"That won't be necessary," a low, drawling voice said from behind him.
Sasuke turned to see a lanky man with wild, prematurely grey hair saunter over to him--casually intruding on Sasuke's crime scene. The interloper pulled a small leather wallet from the pocket of his suit jacket.
"Hatake, FBI," the newcomer said, flashing his badge and then making it disappear, neater than a magic trick. His hooded eyes flickered around the room, looking everywhere but at Sasuke's reddening face. "We'll be taking over here."
"Hold on a second," Sasuke growled, stalking toward Kakashi. "This is my investigation. I've been after this guy for a month, now."
Finally, Hatake's eyes -- one of them brutally scarred, Sasuke noticed with a little shock -- came to rest on Sasuke.
"Then your notes will be rather helpful," Hatake said, lips curling up in a crooked grin.
Sasuke aimed a hot frown at him. He could feel his blood pressure rising, the whites of his eyes going red as tiny capillaries burst.
"Maybe, if you're really nice," Hatake drawled, infuriating, the grin sharpening, "I could be persuaded to let you help, Officer... " Hatake made a show of leaning in to scrutinize Sasuke's badge. "...Sexy."
"It's Sasuke," Sasuke fumed. Then corrected both of them, speaking his title in sharp, precise syllables. "Detective Uchiha."
Kakashi shrugged as if Sasuke's name was unimportant. "Sure. Just keep it in mind, hmmm?" And he turned his back on Sasuke, and with a lazy wave of his arm, dismissed Sasuke's officers from the scene.
***
for trinityrenee: Maybe some kinky bondage stuff? I can always see Sasuke getting irritated at Kakashi and going dom!uke on him ~200 words
"Enjoying yourself?" Kakashi asked, looking up at Sasuke from the bed, giving the appearance of lazy comfort even with his wrists bound tightly together above his head.
Sasuke froze in the middle of anchoring Kakashi's leg to a bedpost, suddenly very self-conscious of his own erection. He scowled. "You wanted to do this. You asked for it."
Kakashi grinned and opened his mouth to say something else.
"You know what?" Sasuke said, his voice loud, before Kakashi could get a word out. With swift, uncareful movements, he snatched a strip of cloth that had been meant for use as a blindfold and shoved it between Kakashi's teeth, tying it behind his head. The knot caught in thick grey hair, but Sasuke didn't care.
"You don't get to talk now," he said as he straddled Kakashi's hips. "You just get to lay there," Sasuke said, reaching behind himself to push slick fingers inside his own body. "And we're not doing that thing you asked me to do."
Kakashi looked disappointed, but only until Sasuke sank down onto his cock.
***
for AmazingYaoi: a cheesy rescue story that ends with Sasuke finally falling for Kakashi ~450 words
Kakashi stared up at the damp stone ceiling, fingers loosely threaded together over his stomach, as comfortable as he could get, naked and bruised all over and imprisoned in a small cavern.
He had fresh air, at least there was that. And he had plenty of time to come up with an exit strategy in between irregular feedings. He supposed they used some sort of odorless gas; all he knew was that sometimes he awoke, every time not remembering falling asleep, and a plate of beans and bread awaited him.
He'd had eight plates so far. And been hungry often. He could tell he'd lost weight, but his sense of time was faulty, down here, whether it was because he was underground, or because his chakra was completely sealed away. He didn't know if it had been a week or a month.
But he knew he had to act soon. If only they would give him one single opening...
A huge, percussive BOOM made his ears ring, and chips of rock blasted him, cutting his skin. He grabbed a sharp-edged rock as it rolled by and leapt up into a defensive posture, squinting through the dust.
And then he grinned. There, outlined by a huge, jagged hole in the rock wall, stood Sasuke, disheveled and fierce, blood smeared on his cheek and his shirt.
Well, there's my opening, Kakashi thought, and he thought he'd try to remember that joke for later.
"You do love me," he said, drawing himself up from his crouch.
Sasuke scowled at him, and it erased the traces of concern from his face. "Shut up and put this on," he said, flinging a robe in Kakashi's direction.
Grinning and not wasting any time, Kakashi did as he said, and he groaned when Sasuke unsealed his chakra and energy pulsed through his limbs. They didn't speak until they were about a mile clear of the caves and Sasuke signaled him to a halt in a little clearing.
Sasuke handed him a canteen from which Kakashi drank gratefully.
"What if I said I did?" Sasuke asked, and Kakashi thought he actually looked a little disappointed when Kakashi didn't spray out his mouthful of water. He'd never tell Sasuke how close of a thing it was, though.
Kakashi swallowed and wiped his mouth. "Well then, I'd have to say that I love you too." He smiled at Sasuke, and Sasuke stared back blankly for several seconds before he took the canteen out of Kakashi's hand.
"Let's get going," Sasuke said, and he took off through the woods.
***
for essenceofthedark: nipples ~400 words
Kakashi didn't like having his nipples touched.
Sasuke didn't think much of it; a long scar sliced the left one straight down the middle, and he assumed that was the reason why. So he gave them a wide berth. There was still nearly six feet of attractive, well-muscled man to explore, some bits more interesting than the rest. He concentrated on the more interesting bits, and out of habit began avoiding those particular two square inches, nearly forgetting their existence.
He didn't think much of it until nearly a year later, when he was straddling Kakashi's thighs, one hand languidly sliding up and down Kakashi's lubed cock, the other stroking over tense stomach muscles. Concentrating on the hardness and heat of Kakashi's erection, and thinking about where it was about to go, he let his other hand slide up Kakashi's body, unheeded.
Fingertips skimmed over the hard point of Kakashi's nipple, and Kakashi's thick cock jerked in his hand. Sasuke kept his eyes on Kakashi's cock and his face carefully neutral--or carefully sexed-up, anyway--and withdrew his hand without saying a word.
Once Kakashi was inside him, his cock snug in Sasuke's ass, his hands lightly clutching Sasuke's thighs, Sasuke moaned and rocked over him, letting his body get used to Kakashi's girth before they really got down to it. And thinking about the way Kakashi bucked into his hand, and the way Kakashi had so sternly warned him away from his nipples at first. And the way Kakashi liked to bring Sasuke off embarrassingly quickly, and then grin and look all smug about it later.
And so when Kakashi groaned and tightened his hands, thrusting in deeper to create more give, Sasuke met his thrust. And then another, and then one more... and then squeezing down around Kakashi's buried cock, he reached out lightning-quick and latched onto Kakashi's nipples with his fingers.
Moaning, he gave them a soft pinch, and then a harder one, rocking his hips forward, and he felt a deep, vindictive satisfaction when Kakashi quivered and gasped, surprised by his own orgasm.
So what if it was over quickly. And so what if he had to finish himself with his own hand when Kakashi sulked beside him on the bed. That embarrassed, disappointed look on Kakashi's face instead of his own, finally, was totally worth it.
***
for velydia: Kakashi/Sasuke fic where they're in a non-exclusive relationship, Sasuke is jealous of people who even talk to Kakashi wondering if Kakashi's with them too and his insecurities over asking Kakashi to commit. Maybe Kakashi feels the same way? ~650 words
Sasuke was not watching Kakashi.
Kakashi leaned casually against a wall across the courtyard, his voice a low, nearly unintelligible murmur. The man he was speaking to, a chuunin Sasuke didn't recognize, must have made a joke, because Kakashi laughed. The sound made Sasuke grit his teeth; it was surprisingly sensual and out of place here in the market. It was a sound Sasuke had never heard outside of Kakashi's bedroom.
Keeping his eyes carefully on the produce in front of him, his brow furrowed in a caricature of indecision--squash or green beans? So hard to choose--Sasuke saw in his mind's eye Kakashi, unabashedly nude, reaching over Sasuke's body for the bottle of sake on the bedside table, laughing quietly at something Sasuke had said.
A single word floated to Sasuke's ears--Later, Kakashi said, and then it was back to that low murmur--and without warning, his memory substituted that stranger across the courtyard for Sasuke... Kakashi was reaching across the brown-haired man's body, Kakashi was leaning his naked face down to kiss him.
Sasuke made a noise low in his throat and regretted it when he glanced up at the startled grocer. The man's eyes were wide, his face pale, and Sasuke tried to wipe the murderous expression off of his face. If Kakashi was not watching Sasuke as closely as Sasuke was not watching Kakashi, he had just given himself away.
Keeping his face blank, Sasuke quickly purchased a colorful pair of squashes and stalked away, wishing that he'd waited ten more minutes to do his shopping. It was his own bad luck that led him to the market at the exact time that Kakashi was openly flirting with that other man.
Well, okay, Sasuke thought, squinting against a developing headache, struggling to get a rein on his emotions. Perhaps leaning against a wall and talking wasn't flirting, but that laugh...
The feel of Kakashi's intimately familiar chakra close behind him made his stomach clench.
"Sasuke-kun," Kakashi said, a grin in his voice.
"Kakashi," Sasuke greeted, not looking to the side. He could see Kakashi in his peripheral vision, slumping along beside him, hands in his pockets.
"Squash is really the best when it's in season, don't you agree?" Kakashi asked, his voice giving away nothing.
"Yes, it's delicious," Sasuke said flatly. "What do you want?"
"For you to come over tonight," Kakashi said.
Sasuke bit his tongue, his face hot and tingling. Strike out, did you? he thought, and it was right on the tip of his tongue. He barely restrained himself from saying it.
They passed into the shade between two buildings.
"Oh, not interested?" Kakashi asked. The next intersection was nearing, and Sasuke knew that if he didn't say something, Kakashi would turn off and walk away without another word, and they'd continue the long, halting, confusing conversation that was their relationship some other time.
And Kakashi would find someone else to come to his apartment tonight.
"I just assumed you had plans," Sasuke said coldly.
Kakashi's long, easy stride didn't falter, and they continued walking forward together through the intersection.
"No, not tonight," Kakashi said, and his voice had taken on a thoughtful seriousness, one that Sasuke hated hearing. "That bother you, Sasuke?"
Yes. I hate it. Don't sleep with that guy, Sasuke thought, his guts churning with so many things he wanted to say, but couldn't, for so many reasons. Sasuke inhaled carefully, and didn't answer Kakashi's question.
"Eight o'clock," Sasuke said. "You make dinner."
"Good. I'll see you then," Kakashi said, his voice lighter now, and Sasuke felt some of the tension inside himself dissolve. They walked a few more steps forward, coming to Sasuke's street. "Maybe we'll talk a little," Kakashi said, and it was an unexpected parting blow before Kakashi turned left, and walked away.
***
for kakasasu4ever: I'd love to see armyKakashi, like just returning home from his tour/duty and surprising Sasuke with his return. ~500 words
In the hour before dawn, Kakashi trudged up the stairs to Sasuke's apartment, his feet getting lighter with each step he took. He hadn't been home in months, and just seeing this place peeled away layers of fatigue.
Shouldering his heavy canvas bag, he raised his hand to knock.
After less than a minute he heard creaking floorboards coming from inside the apartment and closed his eyes for the space of a few heartbeats, remembering Sasuke as he had last seen him. Slender and compact, deep black eyes in a pale face. He had been badly in need of a haircut at their last parting, and he'd been angry at something Kakashi had said.
Opening his eyes, Kakashi sighed, blowing out a thick plume of frost, and the door swung open.
And there Sasuke was, in his pajamas and bare feet. He had managed to get a haircut, and little feathers of black hair brushed his cheeks. His dark eyes were slightly blurry with sleep but they widened as Kakashi watched, softening in what Kakashi knew had to be affection.
Kakashi grinned at him and Sasuke's eyes abruptly sharpened. "It's early," Sasuke said, stepping backwards so that Kakashi could enter. "You want your house key?"
"Maybe in a little while," Kakashi said, unshouldering his bag and placing it on the floor just inside the door, dog tags clinking dully on his chest. Sasuke stood in the center of the living room, his arms crossed loosely over his chest against the cold, and Kakashi looked at him in the pre-dawn stillness, thinking that he might not want his house key at all. Thinking that this felt more like his home than his own home did.
"Just keep it," Kakashi said quietly, and his fatigue crashed over him once more. He felt like he could sleep for weeks. But not yet. He'd just made Sasuke an offer, one that he might not have made, had he not been raw from lack of sleep and the rush of seeing Sasuke again, and he really needed to know Sasuke's answer before he collapsed.
Sasuke's eyes bore into him, intense and hot. He padded forward almost silently and before he even came to a halt he clutched at the jacket of Kakashi's fatigues, pulling Kakashi's head down as he surged upwards and caught Kakashi's mouth in a hard kiss.
Kakashi's ears were ringing when they pulled apart some minutes later, and a flush spread across Sasuke's cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "I'll keep it as long as you want me to," Sasuke whispered, and he gave Kakashi one more brief, close-mouthed kiss.
Then he drew away, and Kakashi's cheeks tingled, still feeling the ghosts of Sasuke's warm palms.
"Now come to bed. You look like shit," Sasuke said, turning away.
Kakashi smiled and followed him into the bedroom. He was home.
- with the prompts: how Genma and Raidou became friends; Raidou being jabbed with a poisoned senbon and blurting out his love
for kiterie: I want GenRai, I'd love to see something with how they became friends... have they always gotten along in your headcanon? ~700 words
"Hey," Genma whispered to the tall, dark-haired boy from the other class, who was walking ahead of him on the track into the forest.
The boy looked back, raising his eyebrows.
"I need your help," Genma whispered, glancing at his teacher to ensure that he was still engrossed in conversation.
"To do what?" the boy asked, his open, affable face quizzical.
"To cheat." Genma stepped over a root, and heard the boy's indecisive sound as he glanced over his shoulder. The corner of the school was still visible. They were a few yards into the forest where their two joined classes would be running an exercise--nothing too strenuous, nothing too far beyond an eleven-year-old's skill set, but Genma got the feeling that it would be more challenging than they'd seen, so far.
"Decide quick," Genma murmured. The teachers were still speaking, smiling at each other and not paying enough attention to their charges. "We're running out of time."
The other boy took a deep breath, frowned for a second, and just as Genma was giving up on him, he sighed. "Okay. What do I do?"
"In one minute, I need you to get the teachers' attention. I don't care how, but keep them busy for five minutes... and when you see me come back, make sure they don't."
The dark-haired boy nodded, looking at the teachers. His face was calm and friendly, with big, dark eyes... completely trustworthy, which was why Genma had chosen him. Most of the other students could possibly generate suspicion if they held up the proceedings... but this morning, Genma had seen the way the adults talked to this boy, and he had no doubt that they wouldn't think twice, if it was him.
"One minute," Genma whispered, his eyes on the teachers. "I'm Genma, by the way."
"Namiashi Raidou," the other boy said. Then Genma saw his opportunity, and he slipped off into the woods.
He was slightly out-of-breath when he reached the school, but he easily charmed the hall monitor. The map he'd glimpsed earlier was right where he'd seen it among the piles of papers on his teacher's desk, and he grinned at the diagram showing traps and shelters, and a few markings indicating hidden stashes of supplies. Their lunch boxes were all under the tops of their tables where they'd left them, and Genma quickly opened his. He pulled out two wrapped rice balls and crammed them into the pouch at his hip, thinking that smushed lunch was better than no lunch at all--just in case today went like he thought it would.
He rushed back into the woods behind the school, crept up carefully on their group through the trees. A teacher was helping his partner-in-crime up from the ground, the other one watching, so Genma stealthily slipped back inside the circle of his peers. He eyed the bandage wrapped around Raidou's arm, then smiled when the boy reached his side.
They walked deeper into the woods, Genma relaxing when it became obvious that the teachers had never noticed his absence.
"Did you actually hurt yourself?" Genma asked, his voice filled with respect.
"Just a little scrape," Raidou said. He looked a question at Genma.
"I got a map," Genma whispered with a grin.
Three hours later, Genma and Raidou sat side-by-side at the target location, a raised clearing made distinct by a ring of felled trees around the circumference. Raidou chewed on a smashed, but still tasty, rice ball while Genma turned a long, silver needle over and over in his hands. They'd found a bundle of them in one of the supply stashes; Genma, curious, had taken one of them, but left the rest of the supplies alone.
"We make a good team," Raidou said, then licked a few stray grains of rice from his thumb.
"Yeah." Genma grinned and stretched out on his back. "I hope we'll have the same class, next year."
They sat there, talking occasionally, for two hours until the first pair of their classmates joined them. Then another pair showed up, and a teacher followed immediately after, eyeing them suspiciously over a large basket of food; the other two teams were dirty and sweaty and exhausted, yet Genma and Raidou looked nearly spotless, relaxed and cheerful.
Of course they were cheerful--that day, they'd each found a new friend.
***
for charmaine: Maybe Raidou getting jabbed with a spare prepared senbon, and blabbing out his love for Genma? ~500 words
Genma cursed and dragged Raidou's dead weight under a lip of rock that jutted out into the rainy forest. It was ridiculous, he thought as he settled Raidou onto his back and fumbled in his pack for another vial of serum. They'd made it through the mission unscathed, and were on their way home, where they were due two weeks of time off.
A two month mission and they were one day from home, and Raidou had to turn with his arm out at exactly the wrong angle, at exactly the wrong time, when Genma was wrapping his bundle of poison senbon more securely.
He jammed the thin vial of serum between his lips and rolled up Raidou's sleeve. "Curmarr, raigoh," he murmured. Come on, Raidou. Frowning, he plunged the needle into Raidou's arm and depressed the plunger.
His eyes went to Raidou's face, pale and splotchy, and he brushed wet brown hair off his partner's forehead. His hand lingered on Raidou's wet cheek, and he repeated himself. "Come on, Raidou. Wake up. You can make it. We're almost home."
As if that mattered. Almost home didn't mean anything, didn't make anything better, but he knew the words could be a powerful talisman, could rally most shinobi for one final burst of effort. Almost home, where everything will be okay.
Raidou mumbled something, and Genma's pulse jumped in his throat.
"Gmmh," Raidou said, not much more than a grunt. But Genma grasped onto it with hope and pressed his hand more firmly against Raidou's cheek.
Finally, Raidou's eyes slid open, and Genma sighed loudly in relief. Six hours, six doses of serum, and who knew how many miles of carrying Raidou on his back to get him closer to Konoha, just so that he could tell him they were almost home.
Surely Raidou could even smell it in the air, the dense, green scent of the woods surrounding their home.
Raidou swallowed, wet his lips, and Genma grinned at him. "There you are," Genma said.
"Genma," Raidou husked, and he brought a shaky hand up to touch Genma's hand on his cheek.
"You're awake," Genma said. "You need anything?"
"You," Raidou whispered, and Genma waited, thinking that was just the beginning of the sentence. But Raidou simply looked up at him, the depth of his eyes adding weight to that one word. Then Raidou's eyelids flickered, the eyes trying to roll back in his head.
"Raidou?" Genma asked, shaking Raidou gently. "We're almost there, just a little longer. Stay with me."
Raidou attempted a nod, his head rolling to the side. He squeezed Genma's hand. "Thank you. Love you."
At that, he lost consciousness again, his hand going limp, splatting on the wet ground. Genma stared at him for a second, mouth open, and then he rushed to bundle Raidou up on his back.
He broke into a sprint, his mind a blur.