[Week 6 | Day 1 | Dream] 妖々跋扈
WARNING: NC-17 for sexuality
His fingers are tapping, tapping. An impatient noise. A blurred background noise, white noise, like rain. One hand against the wall, tapping, and the other in Kakashi's hair. Kakashi, who pulls back and gives him a quick look - glance down at the tapping fingers, glance back up to his face, a raise of the brow that says, really, Sasuke? Sasuke gives a frown that says yes, really, and if you have any complaints then by all means, go fuck someone else because I am not interested in hearing your fucking criticism right now.
Kakashi, miracle of miracles, gets the picture and goes back to removing Sasuke's yukata by inches. Slowly - slide it off the crook of neck and shoulder, and nibble at that place, then over the collarbone, agonizingly slow. All the while he keeps a steady rhythm. The tapping of fingers, and slow breathing.
Breathe in while Kakashi nips at his ear, breathe out when he pushes the collar of his yukata fully off one shoulder. And with every inhalation, he can feel it expanding. The heat, which he wishes would stay steady, a calming heat which eases aching. Not fire, which goes wild, which lashes out and burns.
The situation is this: Kakashi and Sasuke here, against Kakashi's wall in Kakashi's house. Sasuke still in the afterglow of a recent murder, still pulled tight almost to the point where he could just snap. Where he could just break in two, split in half and fall open, raw and exposed. Which secretly, horribly, he wants to be. Secretly he, on rare occasions, is just fucking tired of it, of closing himself off. Of hiding himself. In a few minutes he will think otherwise, he will be himself again, and will remember these thoughts with nothing but a tinge of disgust, but right now. Right now. He wants to be pushed against this wall and taken apart.
And here he is. And on the other side of the wall, recovering, still asleep, still wounded - Itachi. Who cannot wake up. Who cannot - cannot - see this, see him like this.
Because he is wavering. Kakashi's knuckles brush over his sides and he shivers, eyelashes fluttering. Flickering like a flame. He is losing his rhythm, his calm. Kakashi's fingers on his skin, tapping out their own tune. Playing down his torso, while Sasuke digs his teeth into Kakashi's shoulder.
The situation is this: Kakashi and Sasuke here, against Kakashi's wall, standing on the very edge of what Sasuke can and cannot accept. Wanting and not-wanting - wanting to open up, to release, to fuck. To be exposed - but not to him. To be vulnerable and yet not destroyed. This is why he does this with Kakashi - because Kakashi cannot destroy him. Kakashi might push his way inside, might spin him around and let him loose, might fuck him up. And when Kakashi kisses him, it knocks something loose. Kakashi's mouth, which knows when and where to kiss softly and when to bite down, which knows that he likes it like this, fast and wild and hot as fire - that might open him up more than he would normally like, might put a crack in his armor. But there are places that Kakashi can't reach, places that he probably doesn't want to reach. Sasuke can fuck Kakashi and know that when he comes out, when he is spent, he'll still be in one piece. Kakashi can see all his weakness laid out, can see the way his face flushes when he's kissed hard, how he squirms and curls in on himself a little when he is shoved against the wall, how his fingers twitch and he and hisses when Kakashi's palm finally finally finally heads downward and hits - aah --
The worst that can happen is that Kakashi will see him being pathetic and despise him. That's it. And Sasuke is used to being a disappointment to Kakashi. So - so, he can do this, he can let Kakashi see this, he can let this be exposed because no one, not even Kakashi, can destroy him.
No one except.
Itachi, who is the reason that when Kakashi hums and murmurs, "Now, now, don't be so tense," Sasuke doesn't snap back. He only yanks Kakashi's hair sharply, shut the fuck up or so help me god, and scratches at the wall with his other hand. If he hears. If Itachi were to hear this, to know what he is doing. To know that he wants to do this.
And he - does. Doesn't he.
He wants this. And allows it for this reason. Keeps his hand against the wall, tapping, when he might (should) push Kakashi away. Shivers and traces the ridges in the wood while Kakashi is following the line of his jaw with his lips. Kakashi who holds him here and pulls him out piece by piece. Who slips his hand inside Sasuke's pants, and grasps him.
Who pulls him right to the edge.
This is a balancing game he is playing. He stands on a precipice, where he should turn back. Where he must. But Kakashi traces the outline of his cock through his pants and nibbles on Sasuke's lower lip and all Sasuke can think is - fuck it. So. Sasuke's tongue in Kakashi's mouth is not, strictly speaking, precisely what he needs - but it's slick and warm and soft, yielding, and the soft suction is so good a simulation of what he really wants that he can imagine it, can almost feel it. He can feel it. Kakashi's bare palm, warm and slick with saliva and Sasuke's own wetness. The heat which has burned his mind away. The even, suffocating pressure has let loose, and he is losing himself, rising away from himself like smoke, like flames -
The rhythmn, the tapping, stops, starts again, breaks. The beat is lost when his fingernails dig into the wood. The steady pulse frays into a series of gasps and trembles and quick exhalations through clenched teeth. When he comes back to himself both hands are on Kakashi's back and his throat is tingling in the aftermath of a groan.
"Ah, you know, Sasuke-"
"Shut up." He is being a hypocrite, he knows. And does not care. "If he wakes up. I will kill you." A pause, to breathe. "I'm not exaggerating." He's not. Because fuck it. Fine. Damn the consequences. Sasuke can deal with consequences. Sasuke can live with consequences, if he could just - fucking - and Kakashi, Kakashi, god damn him, yes, shuts up, blessedly is quiet and just does it, kisses Sasuke again and squeezes and presses his thumb against the head, against the slit which is dripping, weeping, and that's perfect, just perfect, right there god damn you right there
[Sasuke jerks awake then, quite suddenly. It's hard to say what exactly woke him up, but he seems to be hanging halfway off his futon. His face is flushed, and he seems still half-asleep...
... for a moment. Before he looks to the Hitomi. He stares at it for a second, and then, quite calmly, picks it up and throws it against the wall with all his strength.]
His fingers are tapping, tapping. An impatient noise. A blurred background noise, white noise, like rain. One hand against the wall, tapping, and the other in Kakashi's hair. Kakashi, who pulls back and gives him a quick look - glance down at the tapping fingers, glance back up to his face, a raise of the brow that says, really, Sasuke? Sasuke gives a frown that says yes, really, and if you have any complaints then by all means, go fuck someone else because I am not interested in hearing your fucking criticism right now.
Kakashi, miracle of miracles, gets the picture and goes back to removing Sasuke's yukata by inches. Slowly - slide it off the crook of neck and shoulder, and nibble at that place, then over the collarbone, agonizingly slow. All the while he keeps a steady rhythm. The tapping of fingers, and slow breathing.
Breathe in while Kakashi nips at his ear, breathe out when he pushes the collar of his yukata fully off one shoulder. And with every inhalation, he can feel it expanding. The heat, which he wishes would stay steady, a calming heat which eases aching. Not fire, which goes wild, which lashes out and burns.
The situation is this: Kakashi and Sasuke here, against Kakashi's wall in Kakashi's house. Sasuke still in the afterglow of a recent murder, still pulled tight almost to the point where he could just snap. Where he could just break in two, split in half and fall open, raw and exposed. Which secretly, horribly, he wants to be. Secretly he, on rare occasions, is just fucking tired of it, of closing himself off. Of hiding himself. In a few minutes he will think otherwise, he will be himself again, and will remember these thoughts with nothing but a tinge of disgust, but right now. Right now. He wants to be pushed against this wall and taken apart.
And here he is. And on the other side of the wall, recovering, still asleep, still wounded - Itachi. Who cannot wake up. Who cannot - cannot - see this, see him like this.
Because he is wavering. Kakashi's knuckles brush over his sides and he shivers, eyelashes fluttering. Flickering like a flame. He is losing his rhythm, his calm. Kakashi's fingers on his skin, tapping out their own tune. Playing down his torso, while Sasuke digs his teeth into Kakashi's shoulder.
The situation is this: Kakashi and Sasuke here, against Kakashi's wall, standing on the very edge of what Sasuke can and cannot accept. Wanting and not-wanting - wanting to open up, to release, to fuck. To be exposed - but not to him. To be vulnerable and yet not destroyed. This is why he does this with Kakashi - because Kakashi cannot destroy him. Kakashi might push his way inside, might spin him around and let him loose, might fuck him up. And when Kakashi kisses him, it knocks something loose. Kakashi's mouth, which knows when and where to kiss softly and when to bite down, which knows that he likes it like this, fast and wild and hot as fire - that might open him up more than he would normally like, might put a crack in his armor. But there are places that Kakashi can't reach, places that he probably doesn't want to reach. Sasuke can fuck Kakashi and know that when he comes out, when he is spent, he'll still be in one piece. Kakashi can see all his weakness laid out, can see the way his face flushes when he's kissed hard, how he squirms and curls in on himself a little when he is shoved against the wall, how his fingers twitch and he and hisses when Kakashi's palm finally finally finally heads downward and hits - aah --
The worst that can happen is that Kakashi will see him being pathetic and despise him. That's it. And Sasuke is used to being a disappointment to Kakashi. So - so, he can do this, he can let Kakashi see this, he can let this be exposed because no one, not even Kakashi, can destroy him.
No one except.
Itachi, who is the reason that when Kakashi hums and murmurs, "Now, now, don't be so tense," Sasuke doesn't snap back. He only yanks Kakashi's hair sharply, shut the fuck up or so help me god, and scratches at the wall with his other hand. If he hears. If Itachi were to hear this, to know what he is doing. To know that he wants to do this.
And he - does. Doesn't he.
He wants this. And allows it for this reason. Keeps his hand against the wall, tapping, when he might (should) push Kakashi away. Shivers and traces the ridges in the wood while Kakashi is following the line of his jaw with his lips. Kakashi who holds him here and pulls him out piece by piece. Who slips his hand inside Sasuke's pants, and grasps him.
Who pulls him right to the edge.
This is a balancing game he is playing. He stands on a precipice, where he should turn back. Where he must. But Kakashi traces the outline of his cock through his pants and nibbles on Sasuke's lower lip and all Sasuke can think is - fuck it. So. Sasuke's tongue in Kakashi's mouth is not, strictly speaking, precisely what he needs - but it's slick and warm and soft, yielding, and the soft suction is so good a simulation of what he really wants that he can imagine it, can almost feel it. He can feel it. Kakashi's bare palm, warm and slick with saliva and Sasuke's own wetness. The heat which has burned his mind away. The even, suffocating pressure has let loose, and he is losing himself, rising away from himself like smoke, like flames -
The rhythmn, the tapping, stops, starts again, breaks. The beat is lost when his fingernails dig into the wood. The steady pulse frays into a series of gasps and trembles and quick exhalations through clenched teeth. When he comes back to himself both hands are on Kakashi's back and his throat is tingling in the aftermath of a groan.
"Ah, you know, Sasuke-"
"Shut up." He is being a hypocrite, he knows. And does not care. "If he wakes up. I will kill you." A pause, to breathe. "I'm not exaggerating." He's not. Because fuck it. Fine. Damn the consequences. Sasuke can deal with consequences. Sasuke can live with consequences, if he could just - fucking - and Kakashi, Kakashi, god damn him, yes, shuts up, blessedly is quiet and just does it, kisses Sasuke again and squeezes and presses his thumb against the head, against the slit which is dripping, weeping, and that's perfect, just perfect, right there god damn you right there
[Sasuke jerks awake then, quite suddenly. It's hard to say what exactly woke him up, but he seems to be hanging halfway off his futon. His face is flushed, and he seems still half-asleep...
... for a moment. Before he looks to the Hitomi. He stares at it for a second, and then, quite calmly, picks it up and throws it against the wall with all his strength.]