Fic: Watching (Kakashi/Sasuke)
Title: Watching
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6808
Summary(ish?): Kakashi's eyes are always on him. Don't think Sasuke doesn't notice.
Originally posted February of 2009, so it's old. Probably the first time I took my writing seriously.
Moments of constant shifting and fidgeting had the bark grinding into his back worse than before. He’d given up all attempts at remaining still ten minutes ago. The muscles of his shoulders kept tensing and releasing with each unexpected noise. It wasn’t nervousness that kept him on edge, but mostly irritation from the fact that this was supposed to be a one-man job.
For the millionth time that night, dark eyes flickered over to the shadowy figure reclined against a tree some distance away. Even under the cover of nightfall Sasuke could clearly distinguish the bend of an arm, following it up to the hand openly gripping an object that had no business being present. His eyes narrowed when Kakashi silently turned a page.
Turning his head sharply away, he resolved to ignore him. He wasn’t out here to waste time scoffing at the man’s choice of novel. The surrounding forest was devoid of life. Not even the faintest draft ruffled the leaves of trees or held strength enough to ripple the stagnant water of the lake overlooking their campsite. Thus the unchanging scenery bored him, leaving him listening to the occasional cricket or the crunching earth beneath his tapping foot. And just because he wasn’t looking, he heard the slight scratch of paper as another page was carefully flipped.
Again, his shoulders flexed at the sound, teeth unintentionally grinding. Why did Kakashi insist on being out here? Playing lookout was a task he could handle on his own, and it was evident Kakashi knew that by the way he made no effort to look up from his beloved smut. Belatedly Sasuke realized he didn’t put up as much of a fight as he should have when the man elected to keep watch with him.
His gaze drifted aimlessly from pebble to pebble, frown pulling at his features. It was obvious what Kakashi was doing. He wasn’t out here to watch for enemies, he was out here to watch him. Whether for fear of his betrayal or just because Tsunade ordered him to didn’t matter; it still bothered him because it was apparent Kakashi did not trust him. The frustration inside resulted in an exhaled growl, and Sasuke was unable to stop it.
Because he’d caught himself staring over there again.
Kakashi must have heard him because the man instantly looked up from his book. When Sasuke felt that inquisitive eye on him he was quick to glare and turn away. Still, no matter how hard he focused on the distant treetops, his attention remained within his peripheral, seeing Kakashi’s body straighten from the corner of his eye. He could literally feel the other’s gaze, ears picking up the unwavering footsteps as Kakashi made his way toward him.
Sasuke’s stomach clenched in alarm. The dark was suddenly becoming unsettling as the man approached. Forcing his body into a casual lean, he did his best to look nonchalant as he regarded his former sensei with crossed arms. “Something wrong?”
Up close, Sasuke could see the man’s visible eye zero in on his face, as if silently reading his expression. The novel Kakashi clutched hung limply at his side, middle finger bookmarked between random pages in the middle, his other hand making home in a pocket of navy uniform pants. The relaxed position appeared so natural Sasuke couldn’t help but envy it.
“Not really, you just looked bored,” came Kakashi’s lazy drawl. “Figured you wanted some company.”
Sasuke really had no idea where Kakashi learned to read body language. Since when did glaring and frowning translate as ‘come over here’? The fact that he was bored was irrelevant.
“You figured wrong,” he muttered coolly, not that what he said made a difference. The silver-haired man parked himself comfortably next to him against the tree and opened the novel once more, either not hearing what the Uchiha said or choosing to ignore it. Since it was Kakashi, Sasuke guessed the latter.
With the man so close he could hear the deep, even breaths being drawn through navy cloth, the Uchiha found the situation even more unnerving than before. Something about people being within close proximity irritated him, and he knew Kakashi knew that. After all, Kakashi had had his own tree over there; there really was no reason for him to be over here hogging his. Unable to control the unbearable urge, Sasuke shifted a foot over, desperate for some sort of space between them.
And he sighed.
Because Kakashi was still watching him. He knew the man was watching him by the way he’d neglected to turn a page. It normally took him under a minute before he moved on; likely due to the number of repetitive times he’d read it. The whole thing just irritated him because Kakashi wasn’t even trying to act like he was reading. Sasuke fidgeted against the bark again. Honestly he wasn’t even doing anything worth watching!
The awkward silence was beginning to agitate him. It hadn’t been awkward before his space abruptly became co-inhabited. He hated it. With nobody talking, he felt like he couldn’t even blink without being under Kakashi’s scrutiny. Even worse, he was starting to cave. His mind was frantically searching for something to start a conversation with, which he knew was exactly what Kakashi had in mind by coming over here. “I’m sure it would be easier to read back at the tent.” Maybe he would take the hint and leave.
Sasuke felt a small twinge of hope rise when he heard the book close, only to have it dashed. Pocketing the novel just inside his vest, Kakashi smoothly slid down the tree to a seated position, looking-if possible-even more comfortable than before. Sasuke felt his fists clench at his sides.
“Not reading,” the man replied simply from below. “I mostly just keep it out as a habit.” He gestured with a hand toward the sky. “It’s too dark to see the words, but I have most of it memorized already.”
Sasuke fought hard not to scoff. Only Kakashi would speak of memorizing an adult novel like it was his greatest accomplishment. The fingers of one crossed arm tapped against his bicep absently. He really wished their watch would be over, then he could at least pass time by sleeping…assuming the man didn’t stare at him while he attempted that too. “I don’t need you out here. I can do this alone.”
Staring at the trees ahead, the Uchiha felt ridiculous with no one at eyelevel to say this to. He honestly felt like he was talking to himself, making the weak communication more difficult than it already was. Sending mental signals for Kakashi to ‘get up already’ didn’t seem to be working, not to mention hearing the voice of a man who normally towered over him coming from below was…strange. Too strange. Strange enough to make him crouch down-reluctantly.
Kakashi blinked slowly over at him before his mask shifted into a knowing smirk. Sasuke knew that was the second time he’d bent to the man’s unspoken will in the past five minutes, but he wasn’t about to say anything.
“Are you saying you don’t want my company, Sasuke?” Kakashi accused teasingly.
“I’m saying it’s unnecessary,” he corrected, feeling spite edge his words, “especially when Naruto and Sakura can both do the job on their own without your company.” Well, Sakura had at least. But Sasuke was ninety-nine percent sure that when Naruto took his shift, Kakashi wouldn’t go out of his way to baby-sit. He glared ahead at the man’s feet, crossed at the ankles, annoyed with the constant wiggling motion one exhibited.
Kakashi turned to face him full on then. Now, more than ever, Sasuke could hear the intake of air through dark cloth, the arm at his side radiating a warmth against the one the Uchiha held in his lap. And as Kakashi leaned closer to peer intently into his face, Sasuke struggled hard not to turn his head and stare back. Because the exhaled breath hitting his neck was maddening, and the jounin would have to be breathing awfully hard to make that mask feel nonexistent. Instead, he followed with his eyes, dark pupils nearly plastered as far right as they could go.
“That still doesn’t answer the question,” the man’s voice rumbled so close to his ear he felt goosebumps emerge as a sudden chill tingled down his body.
Sasuke hadn’t realized his mouth was open until he heard the somewhat uneven breaths being drawn through his own lips. Absently wetting them with his tongue, he breathed deep through his nose, lungs triggering a hitch deep in his throat at the smell. Kakashi was so close he could smell him. The scent of the lake water he’d used to bathe clung to him, along with the natural scent of a man who filled most of his time being outdoors. Sasuke soon realized he’d been spending more time inhaling than exhaling, thus making his respiration even more unbalanced than before.
Still, he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t keep himself from turning his head just a fraction, pulling more of the wild silver hair into view-still damp. Though it created a small pain between his eyes, he still fought to see further than was physically possible, wishing to look without being caught looking. His heart was steadily building its tempo, beating harshly against his ribcage because Kakashi wasn’t just watching anymore, he was staring.
He straightened his gaze with a wince, the constant strain creating a small headache. With his mind on something else, he found it easier to find his voice. “You don’t have to watch me all the time, you know. It’s not like I’m going to run off again.” There he’d finally said it, though ‘run off’ hardly defined the gravity of his previous actions.
“I know that,” Kakashi stated smoothly, playfulness lining his next words, “that’s not why I watch you.”
Sasuke snapped his head to fix the other with an incredulous look, displeased that Kakashi chose then to look away. He swore, even in the dark, he could distinguish that grin hidden by the mask. This was what he couldn’t stand about Kakashi. It was impossible to get in his head. Narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the man’s profile, he knew Kakashi was baiting him. So he bit. “Then why?”
Kakashi looked to him again, and under the heavy weight of that gray iris Sasuke found it impossible to look away. Nocturnal eyes trained by committing countless midnight assassinations didn’t fail to notice the slight dilating of the man’s pupil. But Sasuke was unsure why Kakashi would be having this reaction after already sitting in the dark for well over an hour.
“Because it’s been years,” the older man replied lightly, sweeping his gaze across the pale face before him. After a few seconds, Sasuke could tell by the rise of cheekbones that Kakashi was either smirking or smiling. “And even though you look different on the outside, you’re still the same.”
Sasuke quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, trying his best to keep from taking offense. The last thing he considered himself right now was a thirteen-year old, yet that was what Kakashi was calling him. “Then you must not know me as well as you think,” he retorted coldly.
A slight chuckle rose from the jounin’s throat, single eye having now trailed down to the plain black shirt adorning the teen’s torso before flickering back up to Sasuke’s face. “If that’s what you want to believe.”
“Tch, you haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise,” he mumbled, finally breaking the gaze to face forward again. He tilted his head against the tree trunk, briefly closing his eyes in a show of both physical and mental exhaustion. The sooner this conversation ended, the better.
It had been a month since he’d returned. He’d been confined to his house almost immediately, gifted with a team of ANBU ordered to watch his every move. Just as he predicted, the plan had been short-lived. Konoha was expending resources they didn’t have the prosperity to waste on someone like him. And as a result, he’d been dumped with Kakashi. Over the days of being stuck with the man twenty-four seven, he’d readapted to his ex-sensei’s mannerisms. The lateness, the messy apartment, the mask, the way the Kakashi would say two words and have the Uchiha’s stomach twisting for a way to reply without saying too much.
And now, he was on his way home after completing his first mission with his old team. He’d barely said anything the entire time, and when he did it was strictly mission-related. Other than that, he’d carefully averted his gaze, keeping his distance from a situation too nostalgic, too soon. He should have known then Kakashi would make it difficult.
When he opened his eyes again, his stomach convulsed in surprise at finding Kakashi’s face right next to his own, closer than ever. He hadn’t even heard him move! The same warmth he’d felt before was back, as were the goose bumps. Preparing to shoot to the other side of the forest, he was quickly halted in place by the older man’s hand grasping the bare skin of his wrist. Sasuke fought hard to rise to his feet, knees trembling against the sheer strength keeping him grounded. At the same time his skin prickled beneath the coarse leather of Kakashi’s palm.
Silently, Kakashi maneuvered himself to observe Sasuke up close and personal, refusing to release the Uchiha’s arm long after he slumped back against the tree. “I know enough to know you’ve been watching me since the start of this mission,” the man’s normally level voice had dipped lower, pupil growing larger. “You look at me when you think I don’t notice, always so quick to turn away. Now tell me, Sasuke, why is it that you watch me?”
His blood ran cold despite the way his skin flushed with sudden heat. “It’s not for any reason you think,” he spat defensively, tugging again and only working his way to a stand because Kakashi followed him.
Inside, his mind was ablaze with alarm. So he’d been doing this for the past few days?! A spike of shame struck through him as he recalled images of Kakashi he’d accumulated recently. Sharpening his kunai, drinking water through the saturated fabric of his mask, stripping his shirt to smooth salve over a gash at the top of his ribs, the linear scar bisecting the closed eye of his sharingan as he slept. He realized, blush spreading along the bridge of his nose, he had been watching. Intently. Obsessively, even.
With the revelation, there was absolutely no way he could look the other in the face. Black eyes were downcast, looking at but not really seeing the expanse of dirt between his feet. That is, until a larger foot wedged itself between his own, successfully startling him into looking up, aware the man’s closeness had just reached a new level.
The bruising grip at his wrist left in favor of planting itself at the tree bark at the side of his head, other hand following shortly after. The Uchiha’s space had been swiftly reduced to the confined area between the older man’s extended arms, which swiftly bent at the elbows to allow Kakashi to lean even closer until he was nearly indistinguishable.
“What if it’s exactly what I think?” Kakashi’s voice was so drenched-with lust Sasuke now realized-it caused a harsh tremor to shoot up his spine. “Hm, Sasuke?” As he mouthed the words, the velvety fabric stretched taut along his bottom lip extended just enough to brush Sasuke’s own, to which the Uchiha stopped breathing. “What if what you want,” this time he purposefully dragged his mouth across parted lips, “is what I want too?”
Sasuke was left with no time to come up with an answer. It became overtly obvious just what the man desired as a trim waist leaned further into him, the tight fabric enhancing the already pronounced hardness poking sharply into his hip. The sudden lurch against the front of his pants had the Uchiha quickly noting his own arousal in surprise. And as Kakashi shifted his hips to perform a slow grind, thigh teasing in the barest of caresses against his cock, Sasuke did little to minimize his breathless moan or sudden forceful buck against the sturdy muscle between his legs.
That masked mouth was still against his, lips parted as hot breaths mingled; the closest they could be without kissing. “Well?” Kakashi questioned, swallowing around a groan at the way Sasuke proceeded to hump his leg and answering by lifting it just slightly, forcing the young Uchiha against the tree.
Sasuke gasped harshly at the increased friction, blood buzzing in his veins. Hands hanging limply at his sides came up to rest on the waist of his ex-sensei’s pants. He licked his lips, shuddering when the act caused his tongue to flicker lightly against the mask and tasting Kakashi’s exhaled breath. Focusing long enough to gaze ahead into the other’s lascivious eye, he was quick to make up his mind. Dipping two fingers just past the waistline, reveling in the feel of smooth skin, he used the leverage to yank the man closer. “Do it,” he whispered feverishly against the other’s mouth.
Kakashi grunted in affirmation, pushing his mouth insistently against the panting one. His own hands dropped to the other’s hips, pulling away just slightly, and swallowing Sasuke’s deep moan when he aligned their erections. He began to thrust lewdly against the smaller frame, losing himself in the feeling of the clothed cock grinding heavily against his own. Just as teeth fastened over the fabric of his mask and began tugging it down bit by bit, he froze.
Despite blood rushing in his ears, and the continuous light moans coming from the Uchiha, Kakashi was quick to detect another presence, the sound of crunching leaves signaling their approach. Quickly disentangling their bodies resulted in a large rip to his mask, his reaction too fast for Sasuke to let go in time. Judging from the sudden rush of air, he guessed the tear began just past his bottom lip and extended down his chin.
“Teme! Where are you?!”
The sound of Naruto’s voice had the two of them scrambling. Sasuke straightening and trying his best to look annoyed while Kakashi whipped his book out to conceal his face. They both silently thanked the intensity of the night combined with the dark fabric of their pants for hiding their aroused state. Kakashi had only just brought the book to his face as an orange blur whirled into view from the other side of the tree.
Halting in his tracks, ridiculous nightcap lopsided on his head, Naruto made a beeline toward Sasuke. “What the hell, Sasuke, I thought…” Seeing the other’s dark eyes fixated a few feet ahead, he also turned to look. “Sensei?!” he yelled in surprise, “What are you doing out here?!”
Kakashi regarded him with a tired eye over the top of his book. “Well, somebody’s got to watch Sasuke,” he stated, waiting for Naruto to look away before raising an eyebrow at the Uchiha who had suddenly broke out into a flush.
Naruto looked quickly between the two, unable to identify the weird look Sasuke kept giving Kakashi or the equally weird one the taller man seemed to be tossing right back. Eventually he decided to stop trying to decipher their silent code, sighing loudly. “You guys were supposed to come back ten minutes ago! What are you doing out here?” Sasuke seemed to have resigned not to acknowledge him, so again he turned to Kakashi. “Sensei, do you know your book’s upside-down?”
Rather than answer that, Kakashi smiled over at the energetic blonde. “Sasuke and I were just…catching up,” he paused to gaze over at the tensed body against the tree, practically undressing him with his eye and feeling his cock pulse in response. Without looking away, he lowered his voice just a fraction, knowing Naruto wouldn’t notice but Sasuke would. “We’ll head back now, thanks Naruto-kun.”
Naruto stared confusedly as his sensei turned and began walking away, becoming even more confused when Sasuke slid from the tree to trail behind him without a word. Part of him cursed Sakura for forcing him to come out here. Those two obviously hadn’t even realized the shift was over. He would have been more than happy to let them stay out here all night while he slept. Plopping down with a pout, still blinking the tiredness from his eyes, he threw his arms to his sides exaggeratedly. Slumping against the tree, it was then he felt the strange texture of something other than grass beneath his fingertips. Bringing the tiny scrap to his face, he squinted to get a better look, “What the hell is this?”
Back at the campsite, Sasuke mirrored Kakashi’s steps, his nerve wavering the closer they got to the tent. As the man bent to unzip the opening to their living space, Sasuke began to have second thoughts. This whole thing seemed entirely rushed. Having never been attracted to a single person his entire life, the knowledge of knowing he felt that way toward Kakashi would likely have him pondering the question of why for months. Ducking inside, brushing unintentionally up against the other due to the cramped space, he turned to wait for the man to zip it closed. When Kakashi finally turned to regard him, he struggled to word his change of heart.
It was pitch black inside the tent, but Sasuke could still sense the man hadn’t moved. Briefly he wondered what was going through Kakashi’s head. Had he changed his mind about this too? Did he suddenly realize he wasn’t worth the hassle and call the whole thing off? Having expected the man to immediately jump on him the second they got inside, the Uchiha had to admit he did feel a twinge of disappointment. Swallowing against his dry throat, he decided to begin his words of rejection. “Uh-”
“So what do you plan to do?” Hearing confused silence, Kakashi elaborated, “When I don’t have to watch you anymore.”
Sasuke cocked an eyebrow, mouth coming open slightly at the bizarre question. Here he was trying to dissuade the man from sex when out of nowhere he asks him about his plans for the future. It was then he accepted he would never understand the way Kakashi thought. With the irritation stemming from his wilting erection, the overall frustration caused him to snap, “What do you care?”
He heard the unmistakable shift as the man stepped closer, ears perking at the sound of a vest’s zipper being pulled downward and the sliding of fabric coming off a body to plop on the ground, the muffled thump of a book landing on top of it. “Are you going to take the chuunin exams again?” Kakashi questioned, pulling the uniform shirt over his head.
It would have been hard responding while watching Kakashi strip less than three feet away, but he didn’t know it would be even harder just from hearing the clothes come off. Sasuke bit his lip against a curse when the unmistakable noise of pants unbuttoning drifted throughout the tent. He had no idea what the man’s motive was for asking him this right now, but he still tried to answer. “No…”
“Why not?” came the calm voice, fabric shifting as pants were pushed down long legs. Sasuke felt his rejuvenated arousal pulse at the sudden lack of movement, interpreting it to mean Kakashi had nothing else to strip; he was fully naked.
“Because I…” Sasuke trailed off, counting the heavy footsteps heading in his direction. Three…two…one…and he could feel the insane heat radiating in waves from that body, so close. His heart hammered dangerously in his chest with the knowledge that Kakashi was close enough to touch, all he had to do was reach. But he couldn’t…
“You should,” Kakashi’s voice was teasing, his hand coming up to cup Sasuke’s shoulder. He leaned his head closer, breath coming out even easier through the mask’s rip and cascading down the Uchiha’s cheek. “Because if you do,” that hand seeping its warmth easily through Sasuke’s clothes dragged down past his collarbone, stroking the protrusion through the thin shirt and causing sweat to break out. “We could go on missions together.”
Sasuke flinched as another palm-still wearing its glove-slid up the bare skin of his abdomen beneath the hem of his shirt, igniting a path of fire in its wake. “Yeah?” the Uchiha encouraged breathlessly, following the voice to brush his lips against clothed ones, moaning as he pictured his former sensei naked except for his gloves and mask. Lust clouded his mind, disengaging thoughts of apprehension from the forefront. Hands at his sides clenched into fists, the temptation to touch the man’s perfect body nearly unbearable.
Kakashi moaned softly as the Uchiha’s tongue snaked out and licked the sliver of exposed skin against his chin, and forced his own past his bottom lip and through the apex of the tear to taste the other’s slick organ. “We can be together more often, if we fight as comrades.” Clutching the thin material of Sasuke’s shirt in both hands, he tugged vivaciously until the fabric fell away with an audible rip. Immediately he palmed the newly discovered flesh, reveling in the feel of Sasuke’s muscled torso and confirming his earlier statement of how the Uchiha had definitely undergone a physical change. “Can’t be your sensei forever,” he groaned, losing some of his playful tone as need began to take over.
For the second time, Sasuke bit into the mask, pulling harshly at the threads, hands finally coming up to grip the back of Kakashi’s neck to jerk the man closer. Material still clutched tightly in his teeth, he scoffed, “I never called you ‘sensei’.” He trembled in pleasure at the feeling of nimble fingers dancing across his waist, the tips ducking just past his pants and enticing convulsions from his abs. The mask disengaged from his incisors as a loud moan erupted from his throat, head tipping back automatically as an expert hand palmed his erection. “Fuck…yes.”
Kakashi chuckled darkly at the feeling of his old student riding his palm, groaning when his fingertips traced through the flood of wetness seeping through the front of Sasuke’s pants. His felt his own emerge from the flared head of his cock, begging for contact.
The sweaty palms on the back of his neck separated to grip his shoulders tightly. Kakashi could feel the tremors through his skin the harder Sasuke pressed down, and when he heard the moans and panting come to a halt, felt one pale hand pull away to clutch at his stroking wrist, forcing it harder towards the teen’s crotch, that’s when he knew. So as Sasuke’s entire body began to shake, he gripped him harshly through the fabric, stroking quickly while simultaneously smashing his uncovered mouth over the gasping one below.
Kakashi would never be able to describe the erotic feeling of hearing his own name being screamed into the recesses of his mouth, he only hoped he’d always remember the vibration it sent down his throat, the smooth taste of Sasuke’s teeth moving rapidly against his tongue, and the wet heat against his hand as he brought the Uchiha off in his pants.
And God was it hard for him not to pull away and vigorously pump himself to meet his own end.
It took Sasuke a while to come around, his pulse still pounding and lungs heaving. When he did, however, through the cooling sweat at his spine, the hazy buzz coming from his groin, and realization that he’d been laid down, that’s when it truly sank in. He was sure even in the dark Kakashi could see the red flaring into his face. “I…I-I didn’t…”
“S’okay,” a calm voice sounded from next to him, and Sasuke was somewhat relieved Kakashi didn’t sound like he was going to mock him. “To tell the truth, you almost took me with you.”
Sasuke felt a familiar spike in his groin at Kakashi’s admission, helping to assuage his embarrassment somewhat. He frowned at the feeling of the cooling mess at his crotch, but was honestly too spent to do anything about it. “Yeah?” he questioned, turning in the man’s direction, still disappointed at his inability to see.
“Mh-hm,” Kakashi murmured lowly stalking toward Sasuke until he felt the other’s arm, taking the Uchiha’s hand in his own as he crawled atop his former student. Sitting comfortably on the other’s thighs, he brought Sasuke’s long pale fingers to rest against his chest. “My name sounds so sweet coming from your mouth, Sasuke-kun,” he teased, nudging the fingers further down. “I only hope it sounds as good a second time.”
Sasuke felt his breath catch in his throat, his cock hardening astonishingly at the man’s welcomed weight. He relied on his imagination as Kakashi’s hand guided his own through the dips and valleys of his abdomen, the pads of his fingers indulging in the bumps of scar tissue. The grip on his wrist slowed him to a creeping pace when the tip of his index finger encountered the hollow of Kakashi’s bellybutton, the skin around it firm.
One by one the fingers released their hold, entrusting Sasuke to find the rest of the way on his own. The Uchiha felt his eyes draw shut, anticipation building in the pit of his stomach as he lightened his touch to just his fingernails. His cock had fully hardened against his pants once more by the time he heard Kakashi’s harsh exhale, feeling the skin twitch beneath his touch.
Sketching three shaky lines, the fingers’ movement came to a halt when a new texture was encountered. The feeling of soft, fine hair caressed the pad of his middle finger. Sasuke stopped to pet it, body heating because he knew exactly where the trail would lead him. He twined the short strands between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently in fascination and hearing the strained moan from above.
Yanking it slightly harder, the return of Kakashi’s hand was unexpected, pushing his fingers further and further down, past the coarser abundant curls until they nudged against the base of something hard. Sasuke remained there for a moment, attempting to grab his bearings and settle some of the anticipation welling inside of him. With a deep breath, he brought his palm down to encircle the fevered flesh, gasp stumbling past his lips when he realized the sheer girth of it.
It felt nothing like his own, and that both excited and terrified him.
The blood-engorged organ jerked in a sudden upwards motion, and Sasuke felt the large vein underneath throb against his thumb, felt Kakashi’s legs clench against his own. With a deep breath, Sasuke slid his light grip up, heart pumping faster with each inch, the thin skin soft and silky but wrought with tension. Both exhaled sharply when he reached the rim leading to the tip, sliding across it before extending to sweep across the hole at the top. Fluid leaked heavily onto his thumb and Sasuke ached to see it. Since he couldn’t, he drew satisfaction from squeezing more out with another swift upward pump.
Kakashi’s thighs began to tremble as the Uchiha’s shy touches became bolder. He’d been half-hard all day after watching the way Sasuke’s body moved beneath those useless clothes. Now that he had the teen under him, more willing than he’d ever expected, he was surprised at his own body’s eagerness.
Dropping to his elbows to take some of the strain from his lower body, Kakashi quickly melded his mouth against the other’s. The way Sasuke kept sucking on his lower lip and running his teeth along it was driving him crazy, entire body twisting to thrust against the hand on his cock. As it sped up unexpectedly, Kakashi’s mouth fell open with a surprised moan, feeling Sasuke immediately fill the open space with his tongue.
He tentatively slithered his around and against the Uchiha’s muscle. Committed to memory were both the grainy surface of tastebuds and the sleek, wet underside. Sasuke’s mouth was quickly growing intoxicating and he began to lose himself in it, wondering why he bothered wearing a mask all the time when he could cover himself with the teen’s lips instead.
Pulling away reluctantly, Kakashi resituated himself between the Uchiha’s legs and instantly went for the button of Sasuke’s pants, cursing as his fingers again came in contact with the other’s wet crotch. The clothing came away easily, Sasuke aiding in the process. Without missing a beat, Kakashi tossed them over his shoulder and reconnected their mouths, their bare flesh pressed together at last.
Sasuke whimpered desperately at the insane level of heat their contact ignited, his entire back slicked with sweat as he arched into Kakashi’s body. As Kakashi’s hands came up to cradle his face, his own dug into a strong back, sliding against slippery skin. The tent had since become an inferno, but neither seemed to care enough to pull away. For Sasuke, the feeling of Kakashi’s body pinning him so deliciously to the ground was worth a little perspiration.
With strong lips sucking hard on his tongue, Kakashi groaned aloud at the feeling of legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer to the teen bucking below him. He gave in for a bit, following the motions to crash his pelvis against the Uchiha’s. Eventually, he separated their mouths long enough to breathe, using the time to pull back a bit. He’d have to bring this up eventually. “Sasuke,” he panted into the darkness, “are you-”
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” an irritated voice growled back at him, followed by clammy hands grabbing every piece of flesh in range, trying desperately to pull him back down.
Kakashi sighed, tracing his tongue against his own kiss-swollen lips. “Turn over,” he commanded, though it hardly came out as a command.
Beneath him, he could hear Sasuke shift just slightly before freezing. “Why?” came the expected question.
“Just do it,” he insisted, wondering why the pitch of his voice was switching of its own accord. A drop of sweat wandered down his temple, gathering in the corner of his mouth until he licked it away. His cock felt like it would explode any second and if he didn’t get Sasuke prepped quickly, he’d just end up riding the teen’s crack until he came.
Sasuke growled, but did as he was told, propping his ass in the air when further instructions came. His legs were still shaking slightly, but he ignored it and suddenly fell completely still when he felt Kakashi’s hand touch him there. He felt the finger trace gentle circles around the puckered skin and moaned lowly, the ticklish feeling giving him chills despite the heat. Lips couldn’t stop the man’s name from breathing past, “Kakashi…”
The jounin stiffened at the emotion behind the word, his small smile hidden by the darkness before disappearing completely. He probed the tiny hole with his saliva-coated finger, silently apologizing to Sasuke for not being more prepared. Teeth clenched at the sudden tightness preventing blood flow and Kakashi had to grip the base of his cock hard before he could tranquilize his reaction, breathing heavily.
Perspiration continued to travel wet lines down his face and neck, but somehow Kakashi kept his calm and worked three fingers inside Sasuke without rush. Beneath him, the Uchiha’s sharp hisses had tapered off into low groans each time he thrust gently inside. Both expelled loud sighs when the fingers were removed, tingles of anticipation coursing throughout either of their bodies because everything had led up to this moment.
Smearing his own spit over the majority of his cock, cursing his mouth for having gone mostly dry, Kakashi directed his hips forward. His heart was pounding, but in the split second it came into contact with Sasuke’s crinkled entrance, he swore it stopped. He stayed there for a few seconds waiting for Sasuke to gather his bearings, while he secretly collected his own. Heaving in a great inhale, he began the sinful push forward.
Pressure was all Sasuke could feel for a long while until there was a blinding stab of pain. Body forced to stretch wide, he wasn’t anticipating the unbearable burning and sobbed heartily before he could control the compulsion. But then Kakashi was there, not pushing anymore, and draped across his back, forehead mingling in the wetness at the bottom of his neck. And trailing on the coattails of the man’s light exhale, Sasuke heard it.
“Sasuke…”
The pain wasn’t gone, but the fear was. That’s why he pushed himself back, struggling to hold his ground and not pull away. Kakashi helped by slowly thrusting, what little lubricant they had finally coating the teen’s inner walls to alleviate some of the burning.
Together, they built a gradual pace. Kakashi worked more and more of himself in with each forward thrust, breaths reduced to pants from the way Sasuke’s body gripped him.
Every time Kakashi sunk deep, Sasuke let loose a guttural moan load enough to vibrate the earth. Moving back against him in short propulsions, the Uchiha’s head fell to rest on his forearm as Kakashi’s leather-covered palm took his cock in hand.
Kakashi knew the view would have been amazing, but he was just as satisfied with the wet smacking sounds their bodies made each time they collided. The strong scent of arousal had increased tenfold, sending him surging more forcefully into Sasuke’s body, the hand gripping the Uchiha’s shoulder helping to pull the other harder onto his cock. “Sasuke,” he breathed again, feeling the tingling start already.
The Uchiha felt a sudden shift. An arm planted itself inches from his head as Kakashi draped himself over his back once more, wet skin sliding slickly against his own, not once losing his momentum. Sasuke’s eyes shut tight as the new angling sent the thickness of the man’s erection rubbing harshly against his prostate with each movement. “Uhn…Kakashi,” he answered, not knowing quite why he was answering, just that he needed to.
“Sasuke…” the man’s voice panted against his ear, wheezing at the feeling of his balls swinging rapidly into the ones just below. His hand on the teen’s erection became a slick blur, jerking hard and fast as both neared their end. “Sasuke…missed…you.”
And beneath the onslaught of physical ecstasy, Sasuke succumbed to the pleasure building at the base of his cock, feeling it tighten and pulse beneath the man’s expert strokes. He wasn’t sure what he would have said if he could make something out besides gasps, moans, and grunts, but it would have likely been something similar.
Upon feeling the sudden bursts of fluid slip past his fingers, Kakashi drew the hand away, wrapping both around the Uchiha’s torso uncaring of the mess. Hips began to piston, growls escaping his mouth continuously until he felt his stomach begin to twist. He slid in, deep as he could go, body shuddering as he rode the orgasm out, using Sasuke’s twitching insides to milk him dry, burying his face in the teen’s spine to muffle his yell.
They rested for a long moment before Kakashi gently pulled out, the action leaving the inside of their tent messier than it was already. The air around them was heavy with heat, and sweat, and come. Neither made a move to grab their clothes, fatigue preventing anything but sleep from entering their minds.
Sasuke knew he should push Kakashi’s heavy body off his own, but he really couldn’t summon the energy at the moment, so he ignored the way his arms were tingling and closed his eyes tiredly.
“So are you going to take the exam?” a lazy voice rumbled just past his ear.
If it weren’t for the crushing weight, Sasuke would have sighed. Instead he opted to smirk despite knowing the other wouldn’t see it, Kakashi could still hear it in his voice. “You gonna watch me?”
Atop the Uchiha, the man shrugged his shoulders, shutting his own eye exhaustedly, “It’s a possibility.”
“Hn. Then maybe.” Against his shoulder blade, he felt Kakashi smile.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6808
Summary(ish?): Kakashi's eyes are always on him. Don't think Sasuke doesn't notice.
Originally posted February of 2009, so it's old. Probably the first time I took my writing seriously.
Moments of constant shifting and fidgeting had the bark grinding into his back worse than before. He’d given up all attempts at remaining still ten minutes ago. The muscles of his shoulders kept tensing and releasing with each unexpected noise. It wasn’t nervousness that kept him on edge, but mostly irritation from the fact that this was supposed to be a one-man job.
For the millionth time that night, dark eyes flickered over to the shadowy figure reclined against a tree some distance away. Even under the cover of nightfall Sasuke could clearly distinguish the bend of an arm, following it up to the hand openly gripping an object that had no business being present. His eyes narrowed when Kakashi silently turned a page.
Turning his head sharply away, he resolved to ignore him. He wasn’t out here to waste time scoffing at the man’s choice of novel. The surrounding forest was devoid of life. Not even the faintest draft ruffled the leaves of trees or held strength enough to ripple the stagnant water of the lake overlooking their campsite. Thus the unchanging scenery bored him, leaving him listening to the occasional cricket or the crunching earth beneath his tapping foot. And just because he wasn’t looking, he heard the slight scratch of paper as another page was carefully flipped.
Again, his shoulders flexed at the sound, teeth unintentionally grinding. Why did Kakashi insist on being out here? Playing lookout was a task he could handle on his own, and it was evident Kakashi knew that by the way he made no effort to look up from his beloved smut. Belatedly Sasuke realized he didn’t put up as much of a fight as he should have when the man elected to keep watch with him.
His gaze drifted aimlessly from pebble to pebble, frown pulling at his features. It was obvious what Kakashi was doing. He wasn’t out here to watch for enemies, he was out here to watch him. Whether for fear of his betrayal or just because Tsunade ordered him to didn’t matter; it still bothered him because it was apparent Kakashi did not trust him. The frustration inside resulted in an exhaled growl, and Sasuke was unable to stop it.
Because he’d caught himself staring over there again.
Kakashi must have heard him because the man instantly looked up from his book. When Sasuke felt that inquisitive eye on him he was quick to glare and turn away. Still, no matter how hard he focused on the distant treetops, his attention remained within his peripheral, seeing Kakashi’s body straighten from the corner of his eye. He could literally feel the other’s gaze, ears picking up the unwavering footsteps as Kakashi made his way toward him.
Sasuke’s stomach clenched in alarm. The dark was suddenly becoming unsettling as the man approached. Forcing his body into a casual lean, he did his best to look nonchalant as he regarded his former sensei with crossed arms. “Something wrong?”
Up close, Sasuke could see the man’s visible eye zero in on his face, as if silently reading his expression. The novel Kakashi clutched hung limply at his side, middle finger bookmarked between random pages in the middle, his other hand making home in a pocket of navy uniform pants. The relaxed position appeared so natural Sasuke couldn’t help but envy it.
“Not really, you just looked bored,” came Kakashi’s lazy drawl. “Figured you wanted some company.”
Sasuke really had no idea where Kakashi learned to read body language. Since when did glaring and frowning translate as ‘come over here’? The fact that he was bored was irrelevant.
“You figured wrong,” he muttered coolly, not that what he said made a difference. The silver-haired man parked himself comfortably next to him against the tree and opened the novel once more, either not hearing what the Uchiha said or choosing to ignore it. Since it was Kakashi, Sasuke guessed the latter.
With the man so close he could hear the deep, even breaths being drawn through navy cloth, the Uchiha found the situation even more unnerving than before. Something about people being within close proximity irritated him, and he knew Kakashi knew that. After all, Kakashi had had his own tree over there; there really was no reason for him to be over here hogging his. Unable to control the unbearable urge, Sasuke shifted a foot over, desperate for some sort of space between them.
And he sighed.
Because Kakashi was still watching him. He knew the man was watching him by the way he’d neglected to turn a page. It normally took him under a minute before he moved on; likely due to the number of repetitive times he’d read it. The whole thing just irritated him because Kakashi wasn’t even trying to act like he was reading. Sasuke fidgeted against the bark again. Honestly he wasn’t even doing anything worth watching!
The awkward silence was beginning to agitate him. It hadn’t been awkward before his space abruptly became co-inhabited. He hated it. With nobody talking, he felt like he couldn’t even blink without being under Kakashi’s scrutiny. Even worse, he was starting to cave. His mind was frantically searching for something to start a conversation with, which he knew was exactly what Kakashi had in mind by coming over here. “I’m sure it would be easier to read back at the tent.” Maybe he would take the hint and leave.
Sasuke felt a small twinge of hope rise when he heard the book close, only to have it dashed. Pocketing the novel just inside his vest, Kakashi smoothly slid down the tree to a seated position, looking-if possible-even more comfortable than before. Sasuke felt his fists clench at his sides.
“Not reading,” the man replied simply from below. “I mostly just keep it out as a habit.” He gestured with a hand toward the sky. “It’s too dark to see the words, but I have most of it memorized already.”
Sasuke fought hard not to scoff. Only Kakashi would speak of memorizing an adult novel like it was his greatest accomplishment. The fingers of one crossed arm tapped against his bicep absently. He really wished their watch would be over, then he could at least pass time by sleeping…assuming the man didn’t stare at him while he attempted that too. “I don’t need you out here. I can do this alone.”
Staring at the trees ahead, the Uchiha felt ridiculous with no one at eyelevel to say this to. He honestly felt like he was talking to himself, making the weak communication more difficult than it already was. Sending mental signals for Kakashi to ‘get up already’ didn’t seem to be working, not to mention hearing the voice of a man who normally towered over him coming from below was…strange. Too strange. Strange enough to make him crouch down-reluctantly.
Kakashi blinked slowly over at him before his mask shifted into a knowing smirk. Sasuke knew that was the second time he’d bent to the man’s unspoken will in the past five minutes, but he wasn’t about to say anything.
“Are you saying you don’t want my company, Sasuke?” Kakashi accused teasingly.
“I’m saying it’s unnecessary,” he corrected, feeling spite edge his words, “especially when Naruto and Sakura can both do the job on their own without your company.” Well, Sakura had at least. But Sasuke was ninety-nine percent sure that when Naruto took his shift, Kakashi wouldn’t go out of his way to baby-sit. He glared ahead at the man’s feet, crossed at the ankles, annoyed with the constant wiggling motion one exhibited.
Kakashi turned to face him full on then. Now, more than ever, Sasuke could hear the intake of air through dark cloth, the arm at his side radiating a warmth against the one the Uchiha held in his lap. And as Kakashi leaned closer to peer intently into his face, Sasuke struggled hard not to turn his head and stare back. Because the exhaled breath hitting his neck was maddening, and the jounin would have to be breathing awfully hard to make that mask feel nonexistent. Instead, he followed with his eyes, dark pupils nearly plastered as far right as they could go.
“That still doesn’t answer the question,” the man’s voice rumbled so close to his ear he felt goosebumps emerge as a sudden chill tingled down his body.
Sasuke hadn’t realized his mouth was open until he heard the somewhat uneven breaths being drawn through his own lips. Absently wetting them with his tongue, he breathed deep through his nose, lungs triggering a hitch deep in his throat at the smell. Kakashi was so close he could smell him. The scent of the lake water he’d used to bathe clung to him, along with the natural scent of a man who filled most of his time being outdoors. Sasuke soon realized he’d been spending more time inhaling than exhaling, thus making his respiration even more unbalanced than before.
Still, he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t keep himself from turning his head just a fraction, pulling more of the wild silver hair into view-still damp. Though it created a small pain between his eyes, he still fought to see further than was physically possible, wishing to look without being caught looking. His heart was steadily building its tempo, beating harshly against his ribcage because Kakashi wasn’t just watching anymore, he was staring.
He straightened his gaze with a wince, the constant strain creating a small headache. With his mind on something else, he found it easier to find his voice. “You don’t have to watch me all the time, you know. It’s not like I’m going to run off again.” There he’d finally said it, though ‘run off’ hardly defined the gravity of his previous actions.
“I know that,” Kakashi stated smoothly, playfulness lining his next words, “that’s not why I watch you.”
Sasuke snapped his head to fix the other with an incredulous look, displeased that Kakashi chose then to look away. He swore, even in the dark, he could distinguish that grin hidden by the mask. This was what he couldn’t stand about Kakashi. It was impossible to get in his head. Narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the man’s profile, he knew Kakashi was baiting him. So he bit. “Then why?”
Kakashi looked to him again, and under the heavy weight of that gray iris Sasuke found it impossible to look away. Nocturnal eyes trained by committing countless midnight assassinations didn’t fail to notice the slight dilating of the man’s pupil. But Sasuke was unsure why Kakashi would be having this reaction after already sitting in the dark for well over an hour.
“Because it’s been years,” the older man replied lightly, sweeping his gaze across the pale face before him. After a few seconds, Sasuke could tell by the rise of cheekbones that Kakashi was either smirking or smiling. “And even though you look different on the outside, you’re still the same.”
Sasuke quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, trying his best to keep from taking offense. The last thing he considered himself right now was a thirteen-year old, yet that was what Kakashi was calling him. “Then you must not know me as well as you think,” he retorted coldly.
A slight chuckle rose from the jounin’s throat, single eye having now trailed down to the plain black shirt adorning the teen’s torso before flickering back up to Sasuke’s face. “If that’s what you want to believe.”
“Tch, you haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise,” he mumbled, finally breaking the gaze to face forward again. He tilted his head against the tree trunk, briefly closing his eyes in a show of both physical and mental exhaustion. The sooner this conversation ended, the better.
It had been a month since he’d returned. He’d been confined to his house almost immediately, gifted with a team of ANBU ordered to watch his every move. Just as he predicted, the plan had been short-lived. Konoha was expending resources they didn’t have the prosperity to waste on someone like him. And as a result, he’d been dumped with Kakashi. Over the days of being stuck with the man twenty-four seven, he’d readapted to his ex-sensei’s mannerisms. The lateness, the messy apartment, the mask, the way the Kakashi would say two words and have the Uchiha’s stomach twisting for a way to reply without saying too much.
And now, he was on his way home after completing his first mission with his old team. He’d barely said anything the entire time, and when he did it was strictly mission-related. Other than that, he’d carefully averted his gaze, keeping his distance from a situation too nostalgic, too soon. He should have known then Kakashi would make it difficult.
When he opened his eyes again, his stomach convulsed in surprise at finding Kakashi’s face right next to his own, closer than ever. He hadn’t even heard him move! The same warmth he’d felt before was back, as were the goose bumps. Preparing to shoot to the other side of the forest, he was quickly halted in place by the older man’s hand grasping the bare skin of his wrist. Sasuke fought hard to rise to his feet, knees trembling against the sheer strength keeping him grounded. At the same time his skin prickled beneath the coarse leather of Kakashi’s palm.
Silently, Kakashi maneuvered himself to observe Sasuke up close and personal, refusing to release the Uchiha’s arm long after he slumped back against the tree. “I know enough to know you’ve been watching me since the start of this mission,” the man’s normally level voice had dipped lower, pupil growing larger. “You look at me when you think I don’t notice, always so quick to turn away. Now tell me, Sasuke, why is it that you watch me?”
His blood ran cold despite the way his skin flushed with sudden heat. “It’s not for any reason you think,” he spat defensively, tugging again and only working his way to a stand because Kakashi followed him.
Inside, his mind was ablaze with alarm. So he’d been doing this for the past few days?! A spike of shame struck through him as he recalled images of Kakashi he’d accumulated recently. Sharpening his kunai, drinking water through the saturated fabric of his mask, stripping his shirt to smooth salve over a gash at the top of his ribs, the linear scar bisecting the closed eye of his sharingan as he slept. He realized, blush spreading along the bridge of his nose, he had been watching. Intently. Obsessively, even.
With the revelation, there was absolutely no way he could look the other in the face. Black eyes were downcast, looking at but not really seeing the expanse of dirt between his feet. That is, until a larger foot wedged itself between his own, successfully startling him into looking up, aware the man’s closeness had just reached a new level.
The bruising grip at his wrist left in favor of planting itself at the tree bark at the side of his head, other hand following shortly after. The Uchiha’s space had been swiftly reduced to the confined area between the older man’s extended arms, which swiftly bent at the elbows to allow Kakashi to lean even closer until he was nearly indistinguishable.
“What if it’s exactly what I think?” Kakashi’s voice was so drenched-with lust Sasuke now realized-it caused a harsh tremor to shoot up his spine. “Hm, Sasuke?” As he mouthed the words, the velvety fabric stretched taut along his bottom lip extended just enough to brush Sasuke’s own, to which the Uchiha stopped breathing. “What if what you want,” this time he purposefully dragged his mouth across parted lips, “is what I want too?”
Sasuke was left with no time to come up with an answer. It became overtly obvious just what the man desired as a trim waist leaned further into him, the tight fabric enhancing the already pronounced hardness poking sharply into his hip. The sudden lurch against the front of his pants had the Uchiha quickly noting his own arousal in surprise. And as Kakashi shifted his hips to perform a slow grind, thigh teasing in the barest of caresses against his cock, Sasuke did little to minimize his breathless moan or sudden forceful buck against the sturdy muscle between his legs.
That masked mouth was still against his, lips parted as hot breaths mingled; the closest they could be without kissing. “Well?” Kakashi questioned, swallowing around a groan at the way Sasuke proceeded to hump his leg and answering by lifting it just slightly, forcing the young Uchiha against the tree.
Sasuke gasped harshly at the increased friction, blood buzzing in his veins. Hands hanging limply at his sides came up to rest on the waist of his ex-sensei’s pants. He licked his lips, shuddering when the act caused his tongue to flicker lightly against the mask and tasting Kakashi’s exhaled breath. Focusing long enough to gaze ahead into the other’s lascivious eye, he was quick to make up his mind. Dipping two fingers just past the waistline, reveling in the feel of smooth skin, he used the leverage to yank the man closer. “Do it,” he whispered feverishly against the other’s mouth.
Kakashi grunted in affirmation, pushing his mouth insistently against the panting one. His own hands dropped to the other’s hips, pulling away just slightly, and swallowing Sasuke’s deep moan when he aligned their erections. He began to thrust lewdly against the smaller frame, losing himself in the feeling of the clothed cock grinding heavily against his own. Just as teeth fastened over the fabric of his mask and began tugging it down bit by bit, he froze.
Despite blood rushing in his ears, and the continuous light moans coming from the Uchiha, Kakashi was quick to detect another presence, the sound of crunching leaves signaling their approach. Quickly disentangling their bodies resulted in a large rip to his mask, his reaction too fast for Sasuke to let go in time. Judging from the sudden rush of air, he guessed the tear began just past his bottom lip and extended down his chin.
“Teme! Where are you?!”
The sound of Naruto’s voice had the two of them scrambling. Sasuke straightening and trying his best to look annoyed while Kakashi whipped his book out to conceal his face. They both silently thanked the intensity of the night combined with the dark fabric of their pants for hiding their aroused state. Kakashi had only just brought the book to his face as an orange blur whirled into view from the other side of the tree.
Halting in his tracks, ridiculous nightcap lopsided on his head, Naruto made a beeline toward Sasuke. “What the hell, Sasuke, I thought…” Seeing the other’s dark eyes fixated a few feet ahead, he also turned to look. “Sensei?!” he yelled in surprise, “What are you doing out here?!”
Kakashi regarded him with a tired eye over the top of his book. “Well, somebody’s got to watch Sasuke,” he stated, waiting for Naruto to look away before raising an eyebrow at the Uchiha who had suddenly broke out into a flush.
Naruto looked quickly between the two, unable to identify the weird look Sasuke kept giving Kakashi or the equally weird one the taller man seemed to be tossing right back. Eventually he decided to stop trying to decipher their silent code, sighing loudly. “You guys were supposed to come back ten minutes ago! What are you doing out here?” Sasuke seemed to have resigned not to acknowledge him, so again he turned to Kakashi. “Sensei, do you know your book’s upside-down?”
Rather than answer that, Kakashi smiled over at the energetic blonde. “Sasuke and I were just…catching up,” he paused to gaze over at the tensed body against the tree, practically undressing him with his eye and feeling his cock pulse in response. Without looking away, he lowered his voice just a fraction, knowing Naruto wouldn’t notice but Sasuke would. “We’ll head back now, thanks Naruto-kun.”
Naruto stared confusedly as his sensei turned and began walking away, becoming even more confused when Sasuke slid from the tree to trail behind him without a word. Part of him cursed Sakura for forcing him to come out here. Those two obviously hadn’t even realized the shift was over. He would have been more than happy to let them stay out here all night while he slept. Plopping down with a pout, still blinking the tiredness from his eyes, he threw his arms to his sides exaggeratedly. Slumping against the tree, it was then he felt the strange texture of something other than grass beneath his fingertips. Bringing the tiny scrap to his face, he squinted to get a better look, “What the hell is this?”
Back at the campsite, Sasuke mirrored Kakashi’s steps, his nerve wavering the closer they got to the tent. As the man bent to unzip the opening to their living space, Sasuke began to have second thoughts. This whole thing seemed entirely rushed. Having never been attracted to a single person his entire life, the knowledge of knowing he felt that way toward Kakashi would likely have him pondering the question of why for months. Ducking inside, brushing unintentionally up against the other due to the cramped space, he turned to wait for the man to zip it closed. When Kakashi finally turned to regard him, he struggled to word his change of heart.
It was pitch black inside the tent, but Sasuke could still sense the man hadn’t moved. Briefly he wondered what was going through Kakashi’s head. Had he changed his mind about this too? Did he suddenly realize he wasn’t worth the hassle and call the whole thing off? Having expected the man to immediately jump on him the second they got inside, the Uchiha had to admit he did feel a twinge of disappointment. Swallowing against his dry throat, he decided to begin his words of rejection. “Uh-”
“So what do you plan to do?” Hearing confused silence, Kakashi elaborated, “When I don’t have to watch you anymore.”
Sasuke cocked an eyebrow, mouth coming open slightly at the bizarre question. Here he was trying to dissuade the man from sex when out of nowhere he asks him about his plans for the future. It was then he accepted he would never understand the way Kakashi thought. With the irritation stemming from his wilting erection, the overall frustration caused him to snap, “What do you care?”
He heard the unmistakable shift as the man stepped closer, ears perking at the sound of a vest’s zipper being pulled downward and the sliding of fabric coming off a body to plop on the ground, the muffled thump of a book landing on top of it. “Are you going to take the chuunin exams again?” Kakashi questioned, pulling the uniform shirt over his head.
It would have been hard responding while watching Kakashi strip less than three feet away, but he didn’t know it would be even harder just from hearing the clothes come off. Sasuke bit his lip against a curse when the unmistakable noise of pants unbuttoning drifted throughout the tent. He had no idea what the man’s motive was for asking him this right now, but he still tried to answer. “No…”
“Why not?” came the calm voice, fabric shifting as pants were pushed down long legs. Sasuke felt his rejuvenated arousal pulse at the sudden lack of movement, interpreting it to mean Kakashi had nothing else to strip; he was fully naked.
“Because I…” Sasuke trailed off, counting the heavy footsteps heading in his direction. Three…two…one…and he could feel the insane heat radiating in waves from that body, so close. His heart hammered dangerously in his chest with the knowledge that Kakashi was close enough to touch, all he had to do was reach. But he couldn’t…
“You should,” Kakashi’s voice was teasing, his hand coming up to cup Sasuke’s shoulder. He leaned his head closer, breath coming out even easier through the mask’s rip and cascading down the Uchiha’s cheek. “Because if you do,” that hand seeping its warmth easily through Sasuke’s clothes dragged down past his collarbone, stroking the protrusion through the thin shirt and causing sweat to break out. “We could go on missions together.”
Sasuke flinched as another palm-still wearing its glove-slid up the bare skin of his abdomen beneath the hem of his shirt, igniting a path of fire in its wake. “Yeah?” the Uchiha encouraged breathlessly, following the voice to brush his lips against clothed ones, moaning as he pictured his former sensei naked except for his gloves and mask. Lust clouded his mind, disengaging thoughts of apprehension from the forefront. Hands at his sides clenched into fists, the temptation to touch the man’s perfect body nearly unbearable.
Kakashi moaned softly as the Uchiha’s tongue snaked out and licked the sliver of exposed skin against his chin, and forced his own past his bottom lip and through the apex of the tear to taste the other’s slick organ. “We can be together more often, if we fight as comrades.” Clutching the thin material of Sasuke’s shirt in both hands, he tugged vivaciously until the fabric fell away with an audible rip. Immediately he palmed the newly discovered flesh, reveling in the feel of Sasuke’s muscled torso and confirming his earlier statement of how the Uchiha had definitely undergone a physical change. “Can’t be your sensei forever,” he groaned, losing some of his playful tone as need began to take over.
For the second time, Sasuke bit into the mask, pulling harshly at the threads, hands finally coming up to grip the back of Kakashi’s neck to jerk the man closer. Material still clutched tightly in his teeth, he scoffed, “I never called you ‘sensei’.” He trembled in pleasure at the feeling of nimble fingers dancing across his waist, the tips ducking just past his pants and enticing convulsions from his abs. The mask disengaged from his incisors as a loud moan erupted from his throat, head tipping back automatically as an expert hand palmed his erection. “Fuck…yes.”
Kakashi chuckled darkly at the feeling of his old student riding his palm, groaning when his fingertips traced through the flood of wetness seeping through the front of Sasuke’s pants. His felt his own emerge from the flared head of his cock, begging for contact.
The sweaty palms on the back of his neck separated to grip his shoulders tightly. Kakashi could feel the tremors through his skin the harder Sasuke pressed down, and when he heard the moans and panting come to a halt, felt one pale hand pull away to clutch at his stroking wrist, forcing it harder towards the teen’s crotch, that’s when he knew. So as Sasuke’s entire body began to shake, he gripped him harshly through the fabric, stroking quickly while simultaneously smashing his uncovered mouth over the gasping one below.
Kakashi would never be able to describe the erotic feeling of hearing his own name being screamed into the recesses of his mouth, he only hoped he’d always remember the vibration it sent down his throat, the smooth taste of Sasuke’s teeth moving rapidly against his tongue, and the wet heat against his hand as he brought the Uchiha off in his pants.
And God was it hard for him not to pull away and vigorously pump himself to meet his own end.
It took Sasuke a while to come around, his pulse still pounding and lungs heaving. When he did, however, through the cooling sweat at his spine, the hazy buzz coming from his groin, and realization that he’d been laid down, that’s when it truly sank in. He was sure even in the dark Kakashi could see the red flaring into his face. “I…I-I didn’t…”
“S’okay,” a calm voice sounded from next to him, and Sasuke was somewhat relieved Kakashi didn’t sound like he was going to mock him. “To tell the truth, you almost took me with you.”
Sasuke felt a familiar spike in his groin at Kakashi’s admission, helping to assuage his embarrassment somewhat. He frowned at the feeling of the cooling mess at his crotch, but was honestly too spent to do anything about it. “Yeah?” he questioned, turning in the man’s direction, still disappointed at his inability to see.
“Mh-hm,” Kakashi murmured lowly stalking toward Sasuke until he felt the other’s arm, taking the Uchiha’s hand in his own as he crawled atop his former student. Sitting comfortably on the other’s thighs, he brought Sasuke’s long pale fingers to rest against his chest. “My name sounds so sweet coming from your mouth, Sasuke-kun,” he teased, nudging the fingers further down. “I only hope it sounds as good a second time.”
Sasuke felt his breath catch in his throat, his cock hardening astonishingly at the man’s welcomed weight. He relied on his imagination as Kakashi’s hand guided his own through the dips and valleys of his abdomen, the pads of his fingers indulging in the bumps of scar tissue. The grip on his wrist slowed him to a creeping pace when the tip of his index finger encountered the hollow of Kakashi’s bellybutton, the skin around it firm.
One by one the fingers released their hold, entrusting Sasuke to find the rest of the way on his own. The Uchiha felt his eyes draw shut, anticipation building in the pit of his stomach as he lightened his touch to just his fingernails. His cock had fully hardened against his pants once more by the time he heard Kakashi’s harsh exhale, feeling the skin twitch beneath his touch.
Sketching three shaky lines, the fingers’ movement came to a halt when a new texture was encountered. The feeling of soft, fine hair caressed the pad of his middle finger. Sasuke stopped to pet it, body heating because he knew exactly where the trail would lead him. He twined the short strands between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently in fascination and hearing the strained moan from above.
Yanking it slightly harder, the return of Kakashi’s hand was unexpected, pushing his fingers further and further down, past the coarser abundant curls until they nudged against the base of something hard. Sasuke remained there for a moment, attempting to grab his bearings and settle some of the anticipation welling inside of him. With a deep breath, he brought his palm down to encircle the fevered flesh, gasp stumbling past his lips when he realized the sheer girth of it.
It felt nothing like his own, and that both excited and terrified him.
The blood-engorged organ jerked in a sudden upwards motion, and Sasuke felt the large vein underneath throb against his thumb, felt Kakashi’s legs clench against his own. With a deep breath, Sasuke slid his light grip up, heart pumping faster with each inch, the thin skin soft and silky but wrought with tension. Both exhaled sharply when he reached the rim leading to the tip, sliding across it before extending to sweep across the hole at the top. Fluid leaked heavily onto his thumb and Sasuke ached to see it. Since he couldn’t, he drew satisfaction from squeezing more out with another swift upward pump.
Kakashi’s thighs began to tremble as the Uchiha’s shy touches became bolder. He’d been half-hard all day after watching the way Sasuke’s body moved beneath those useless clothes. Now that he had the teen under him, more willing than he’d ever expected, he was surprised at his own body’s eagerness.
Dropping to his elbows to take some of the strain from his lower body, Kakashi quickly melded his mouth against the other’s. The way Sasuke kept sucking on his lower lip and running his teeth along it was driving him crazy, entire body twisting to thrust against the hand on his cock. As it sped up unexpectedly, Kakashi’s mouth fell open with a surprised moan, feeling Sasuke immediately fill the open space with his tongue.
He tentatively slithered his around and against the Uchiha’s muscle. Committed to memory were both the grainy surface of tastebuds and the sleek, wet underside. Sasuke’s mouth was quickly growing intoxicating and he began to lose himself in it, wondering why he bothered wearing a mask all the time when he could cover himself with the teen’s lips instead.
Pulling away reluctantly, Kakashi resituated himself between the Uchiha’s legs and instantly went for the button of Sasuke’s pants, cursing as his fingers again came in contact with the other’s wet crotch. The clothing came away easily, Sasuke aiding in the process. Without missing a beat, Kakashi tossed them over his shoulder and reconnected their mouths, their bare flesh pressed together at last.
Sasuke whimpered desperately at the insane level of heat their contact ignited, his entire back slicked with sweat as he arched into Kakashi’s body. As Kakashi’s hands came up to cradle his face, his own dug into a strong back, sliding against slippery skin. The tent had since become an inferno, but neither seemed to care enough to pull away. For Sasuke, the feeling of Kakashi’s body pinning him so deliciously to the ground was worth a little perspiration.
With strong lips sucking hard on his tongue, Kakashi groaned aloud at the feeling of legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer to the teen bucking below him. He gave in for a bit, following the motions to crash his pelvis against the Uchiha’s. Eventually, he separated their mouths long enough to breathe, using the time to pull back a bit. He’d have to bring this up eventually. “Sasuke,” he panted into the darkness, “are you-”
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” an irritated voice growled back at him, followed by clammy hands grabbing every piece of flesh in range, trying desperately to pull him back down.
Kakashi sighed, tracing his tongue against his own kiss-swollen lips. “Turn over,” he commanded, though it hardly came out as a command.
Beneath him, he could hear Sasuke shift just slightly before freezing. “Why?” came the expected question.
“Just do it,” he insisted, wondering why the pitch of his voice was switching of its own accord. A drop of sweat wandered down his temple, gathering in the corner of his mouth until he licked it away. His cock felt like it would explode any second and if he didn’t get Sasuke prepped quickly, he’d just end up riding the teen’s crack until he came.
Sasuke growled, but did as he was told, propping his ass in the air when further instructions came. His legs were still shaking slightly, but he ignored it and suddenly fell completely still when he felt Kakashi’s hand touch him there. He felt the finger trace gentle circles around the puckered skin and moaned lowly, the ticklish feeling giving him chills despite the heat. Lips couldn’t stop the man’s name from breathing past, “Kakashi…”
The jounin stiffened at the emotion behind the word, his small smile hidden by the darkness before disappearing completely. He probed the tiny hole with his saliva-coated finger, silently apologizing to Sasuke for not being more prepared. Teeth clenched at the sudden tightness preventing blood flow and Kakashi had to grip the base of his cock hard before he could tranquilize his reaction, breathing heavily.
Perspiration continued to travel wet lines down his face and neck, but somehow Kakashi kept his calm and worked three fingers inside Sasuke without rush. Beneath him, the Uchiha’s sharp hisses had tapered off into low groans each time he thrust gently inside. Both expelled loud sighs when the fingers were removed, tingles of anticipation coursing throughout either of their bodies because everything had led up to this moment.
Smearing his own spit over the majority of his cock, cursing his mouth for having gone mostly dry, Kakashi directed his hips forward. His heart was pounding, but in the split second it came into contact with Sasuke’s crinkled entrance, he swore it stopped. He stayed there for a few seconds waiting for Sasuke to gather his bearings, while he secretly collected his own. Heaving in a great inhale, he began the sinful push forward.
Pressure was all Sasuke could feel for a long while until there was a blinding stab of pain. Body forced to stretch wide, he wasn’t anticipating the unbearable burning and sobbed heartily before he could control the compulsion. But then Kakashi was there, not pushing anymore, and draped across his back, forehead mingling in the wetness at the bottom of his neck. And trailing on the coattails of the man’s light exhale, Sasuke heard it.
“Sasuke…”
The pain wasn’t gone, but the fear was. That’s why he pushed himself back, struggling to hold his ground and not pull away. Kakashi helped by slowly thrusting, what little lubricant they had finally coating the teen’s inner walls to alleviate some of the burning.
Together, they built a gradual pace. Kakashi worked more and more of himself in with each forward thrust, breaths reduced to pants from the way Sasuke’s body gripped him.
Every time Kakashi sunk deep, Sasuke let loose a guttural moan load enough to vibrate the earth. Moving back against him in short propulsions, the Uchiha’s head fell to rest on his forearm as Kakashi’s leather-covered palm took his cock in hand.
Kakashi knew the view would have been amazing, but he was just as satisfied with the wet smacking sounds their bodies made each time they collided. The strong scent of arousal had increased tenfold, sending him surging more forcefully into Sasuke’s body, the hand gripping the Uchiha’s shoulder helping to pull the other harder onto his cock. “Sasuke,” he breathed again, feeling the tingling start already.
The Uchiha felt a sudden shift. An arm planted itself inches from his head as Kakashi draped himself over his back once more, wet skin sliding slickly against his own, not once losing his momentum. Sasuke’s eyes shut tight as the new angling sent the thickness of the man’s erection rubbing harshly against his prostate with each movement. “Uhn…Kakashi,” he answered, not knowing quite why he was answering, just that he needed to.
“Sasuke…” the man’s voice panted against his ear, wheezing at the feeling of his balls swinging rapidly into the ones just below. His hand on the teen’s erection became a slick blur, jerking hard and fast as both neared their end. “Sasuke…missed…you.”
And beneath the onslaught of physical ecstasy, Sasuke succumbed to the pleasure building at the base of his cock, feeling it tighten and pulse beneath the man’s expert strokes. He wasn’t sure what he would have said if he could make something out besides gasps, moans, and grunts, but it would have likely been something similar.
Upon feeling the sudden bursts of fluid slip past his fingers, Kakashi drew the hand away, wrapping both around the Uchiha’s torso uncaring of the mess. Hips began to piston, growls escaping his mouth continuously until he felt his stomach begin to twist. He slid in, deep as he could go, body shuddering as he rode the orgasm out, using Sasuke’s twitching insides to milk him dry, burying his face in the teen’s spine to muffle his yell.
They rested for a long moment before Kakashi gently pulled out, the action leaving the inside of their tent messier than it was already. The air around them was heavy with heat, and sweat, and come. Neither made a move to grab their clothes, fatigue preventing anything but sleep from entering their minds.
Sasuke knew he should push Kakashi’s heavy body off his own, but he really couldn’t summon the energy at the moment, so he ignored the way his arms were tingling and closed his eyes tiredly.
“So are you going to take the exam?” a lazy voice rumbled just past his ear.
If it weren’t for the crushing weight, Sasuke would have sighed. Instead he opted to smirk despite knowing the other wouldn’t see it, Kakashi could still hear it in his voice. “You gonna watch me?”
Atop the Uchiha, the man shrugged his shoulders, shutting his own eye exhaustedly, “It’s a possibility.”
“Hn. Then maybe.” Against his shoulder blade, he felt Kakashi smile.