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De Oppresso Liber	By : MisatosPenPen Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note: There is no official special forces tattoo. The tattoo I’m referring to in this story is merely a tattoo of the Special Forces insignia which is a pair of crossed arrows with a dagger on top pointed upward with the phrase “De oppresso liber” which means “To Liberate the Oppressed.”
I’d also like to take this opportunity to ask for some to beta an Itachi/Naruto story for me for a fic exchange. I need it back ASAP. I haven’t quite finished it, but I want someone lined up for as soon as I finish it. PM me at fanfiction or my e-mail is my misatospenpen at gmail.
I’d also like to apologize for starting another story when I have so many works in progress. Forgive me!
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Kakashi hated life. A former Special Forces soldier and he was stuck working at a restaurant dressed as a pirate, his normal eye patch coming in handy. At least he was a host and not a busboy or waiter. He was seriously beginning to consider studying to become a bartender or—as they called them here—a mixologist. Pretentious, sons of . . .
But there was an advantage to being a host. Four young men walked in. Two were handsome enough—a sunny blonde and wolfish looking brunette—but they were outshone by the two very annoyed, gorgeous ravens with white skin who had an air of responsibility and imperiousness. They did not want to be in this second rate diner with these two more carefree men. But god they were gorgeous with their black hair and eyes. The shorter one seemed to be born with a scowl. His hair was short and stuck out the back like a duck tail. The taller one had long hair caught in a pony tail and looked more care-worn with creases in his cheeks, but he was the more lovely of the two in Kakashi’s opinion.
Ignoring a slight tightness in his pants, he greeted the group and showed them to a table. He didn’t see when the dark pair took notice of him, giving him the once over with their eyes. Nor did he feel their gaze after they sat down. The brothers sat back and enjoyed the view while their companions fussed with the menus.
“Did you happen to notice his name?” the taller asked.
“Of course,” his smirking brother said. “Kakashi. I’m not going blind like someone else.”
“That’s a myth and I can see fine, little brother. If it were true, you’d need a seeing eye dog by now. Your eyes are just faster than mine.”
“Then does that mean I get him first,” he said flirtatiously.
“You find him, then yes.” The older brother put his lips to his brother’s hair. “I don’t mind devouring your leftovers. But if I find him first, you can lick up the mess.”
“What are you two whispering about?” the brunette asked.
“What to do with your pelt once we skin you, wolf boy,” the younger brother said.
“Why do I feel you’re serious, Sasuke?”
“Because Kiba, you and Naruto act like children.”
“Itachi, you gonna let your little brother talk to me like that?”
“We’d have to dye his hide for an office chair,” Itachi said. “Pale leather is only nice in cars.”
“’Tachi!” the blonde, Naruto, admonished.
“No, you’re right, Sasuke,” Itachi said, “he’d make a better suitcase; perform more work that way too.”
Kiba groaned and Naruto kicked Sasuke for laughing. When Sasuke looked again at their host, he was gone, replaced by perky blonde woman. He cursed silently and wished he hadn’t given his brother the man’s name. Now it was a race.
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Sasuke nearly let his machine’s weights crash down when he saw the silver haired host from the restaurant two days ago walk past him in the local gym. What luck! He also noticed that the eye patch was still there; it was real.
They were both wearing sleeveless t-shirts and that allowed Sasuke to notice the tattoo on the man’s well scalped left arm. A Special Forces tattoo, a tattoo Sasuke knew very, very well. His tongue had traced it so many times in the past; he was salivating to taste this one.
Sasuke wondered over to the arm machine his mark was using and watched how the muscle played under the tattoo. He was getting turned on thinking about tasting him and feeling him. He relished being able to one up his brother once again; he would taste him first. He was careful to approach the man from his right, not in his blind spot.
He waited until Kakashi was finished with a rep. “Hey, need someone to spot you?”
Kakashi looked over and was stunned to see one of the two ravens he was admiring at work a few days ago. His mind raced and the truth came out before he could think to take up the young man’s offer. “No thanks; I finished with the free weights.”
“I’ve not seen you here before.” By god, he would have noticed and bedded him by now. “New in town?”
“Sort of.” Kakashi got up, but he didn’t leave, just moved out of the way.
“Sorry, my manners are rusty. My name is Sasuke.”
“Kakashi.”
They shook hands and then Kakashi wiped his face with is towel. He walked slowly out of press of the machines to talk more easily with Sasuke.
“Saw you at the restaurant the other night. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help noticing your eye. I thought it was just, you know, part of the uniform.”
“Knife wound from Afghanistan.”
Sasuke nodded. “I noticed your Special Forces tattoo. My brother has the same one. He was in Iraq. Got shot in chest. He’s alright now, but they kicked him out.”
“They kicked me out too. They don’t like you missing an eye.”
“Seems like a boring job for a former soldier.”
“Hard to find work with one eye.”
“Hmmm. I guess so. My brother didn’t have any trouble; we both have the family business.” He held up a finger. “One second.” Sasuke ran over to the front desk and scribbled out a note. He ran back.
“Can’t guarantee anything, but this is the number for personnel at our company. Sakura, one of my stalkers; nice girl. Tell her your name and that Sasuke Uchiha told you to call and she’ll set up an appointment. Oh, and if she flirts, just flirt back a bit and then run; that’s what I always do.”
Kakashi smirked at him and Sasuke mirrored it. “I’ll let you finish. Hope to see you soon.”
“I’ll definitely give her a call. Thanks.”
Sasuke nodded to him. He walked away with his smirk growing to a smile. He’d be getting laid in just a few days. He scored first. Got ‘cha, brother.
TBC
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