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The Sun and Moon	By : MisatosPenPen Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Itachi’s fight with Sasuke did not go according to plan. It ended with Sasuke hauling his barely alive brother back to Konoha, begging them to save him with his sword drawn to defend his brother to the death from any who approached them without the express desire to save him. His three teammates also stood to protect their leader and his fallen brother as night deepened around them.

Luckily, Kakashi’s team arrived just behind them with Kiba, Shino, Hinata, and Yamato. Sasuke drew an extra kunai to protect his brother.

“Sasuke, Sakura’s a medical-nin, let her help,” Kakashi said.

Sasuke nodded and Sakura approached. Karin had given Itachi her chakra, but his illness was beyond her abilities.

“Sakura,” Sasuke said when she knelt beside Itachi, “if you harm my brother, I’ll gut you right here.”

She was shocked, but nodded and attended to her patient. Sasuke turned to Kakashi. “Listen to me, Kakashi.” It was the most desperate they ever heard Sasuke, probably the first and last time they heard him plea for anything. Kakashi nodded to him. “Get everyone else away; I’ll speak to you alone.”

Kakashi nodded again and ordered everyone away. Naruto was harder to persuade. “If you want Sasuke to stay, obey even his smallest whim at this point. Go.”

Karin, Suigetsu, and Juugo kept an eye on Itachi and Sakura while Sasuke stood apart and repeated the same story Itachi told him to Kakashi and then told him why he believed him. Kakashi couldn’t believe him however.

“You ask the elders!” Sasuke yelled at him, pointing towards the Hokage tower. “See if they deny it with Itachi alive!” Kakashi never knew Sasuke to gesticulate this much as Sasuke pointed down emphatically. “If they deny it, I’ll take my brother and abandon this village for good! We’ll see what villages want to harbor the last true Sharingans!”

“Calm down, Sasuke. I’ll talk to the elders. You need to get your brother out of the night air. Let me have Yamato make you a place to stay here just outside the village walls. You can defend your brother there and Sakura can care for him.”

“I will not wait forever.”

“Give me three days to persuade them.”

“Three days. And keep everyone away.”

“Hai. Stay at your brother’s side, Sasuke.” Kakashi turned and called for Yamato, gave instructions, and ran off to find the elders.

Sasuke got much more than he anticipated with Yamato’s house, with four rooms, it was far more than Sasuke needed or wanted; he needed only one room to watch and guard his brother. Suigetsu took up watch outside. Sakura worked by the light of the few candles they had with them. Sasuke sat by, looking for all the world like he was half asleep and didn’t care what was happening to his brother. Sakura was a little perplexed by the whole situation, but she repaired Itachi’s lungs to the best of her ability. Sasuke ordered Karen and Juugo to rest.

It was after three in the morning when Naruto approached the house. Suigetsu readied his sword.

“Sasuke said no one but the lazy looking Cyclops was to approach.”

“I brought food, water, medical supplies, lanterns, and some bedrolls,” Naruto offered meekly. When Suigetsu still didn’t back down, “Come on, Sasuke’s my best friend.”

Sasuke appeared at the door. “Suigetsu, let him through.” Naruto smiled and walked toward Sasuke. Sasuke stopped him. “If you so much as think of harming Itachi, or anyone else, I will kill you without hesitation.”

“Hai. Sas—” Naruto started, but Sasuke was returning to his brother’s side.

Sasuke sat down, cross-legged, eyes closed, ignoring everything, but he concentrating on his brother’s breathing; it was improving. Naruto laid everything out and brought the medical supplies to Sakura. He felt Sasuke watching him when he was near Itachi. The eye contact they made was merely threatening. Naruto feared Sasuke really felt nothing for him anymore.

Karen and Juugo were woken by Naruto’s entrance and sat nearby, ready if needed.

Naruto looked down at Itachi. He really did look like Sasuke, but he looked inherently kinder to him—probably because he was asleep from drugs or weakness. Even after all Itachi had put them through—including trying to capture him—Naruto pitied him.

“Will he be alright, Sakura-chan?”

“I think so. Tsunade will probably have to treat him for him to survive, but I can keep him alive. His lungs keep hemorrhaging. Without treatment, he would have drowned in his own blood. I can’t cure him, but she may be able to do it.”

Naruto looked up at Sasuke. He was no longer looking at Naruto, but at Itachi. Sasuke was truly worried. “Eh, Sasuke.”

“If you’ve finished, leave, Naruto.”

“What’s happened, Sasuke? Why . . .” Why didn’t you kill him? sounded like something that would get Naruto killed at the moment. “Why did you bring Itachi here?”

“Get out, Naruto.”

Karin stood up, she and Juugo edged closer ready to forcibly remove him from the room.

“Hey, hey,” Naruto said as he stood up. “You still the same, teme. I’ll go.” He looked down at Itachi again. He would never understand these damn Uchiha. “It’s good to see you again, teme. I won’t let you get away this time.”

“We’ll see.” Naruto was passing through the door when he heard Sasuke add, “Dobe.”

Naruto stopped and looked back at Sasuke, but Sasuke’s eyes were closed again. Naruto smiled and left.

-----

It took four hours to make the elders admit the truth; another two days to convince the elders fess up to it publicly and take Sasuke and Itachi in. Kakashi was emitted into the small house. Sasuke looked like he hadn’t moved while the others had clearly used their bedrolls. Sakura was resting near Itachi. From the remnants of food and water near Itachi, it was apparent he had been awake and able to eat in the interim. But there were also blood stained handkerchiefs; Itachi might not quite be on death’s door, but he was far from well.

“Sasuke, the elders caved. Your threat of leaving Konoha permanently scared them, but that you might spread the truth yourself here in Konoha and in the other nations was too much. Don’t say I don’t have your back, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke bowed his head in relief. “I’m grateful to you, Kakashi.”

“If you trust Konoha’s word, we can take Itachi to the Hokage; she’s still the most skilled medical-nin. If he can be healed, she can do it.”

“Arigato. Juugo, carry Itachi. Any double cross, Kakashi, and you’ll all die.”

“Understood, Sasuke-kun.”

“Hn.”

Tsunade, still angry at being in the dark concerning the truth of the entire Uchiha situation, put her all into saving the elder Uchiha. Sasuke still would not leave Itachi’s side and Sasuke’s team would not leave Sasuke’s. She kept Itachi asleep as she worked.

“I think he’ll live and make a full recovery,” she told Sasuke after six hours. “I can’t guarantee anything right now, but I’ve stopped all the hemorrhaging. If he survives the week, he’ll live.”

Sasuke seemed to deflate with relief, nearly losing consciousness, he was so tired. He’d fought Itachi briefly until he realized how sick Itachi was, heard the truth from him, had to help his own team fight Kisame off in order to take Itachi away, run to Konoha, and remain on watch next to his brother. Sasuke had stayed awake for nearly five days with only meditation serving as sleep. He also awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan during the emotional turmoil of Itachi telling him the truth—that in itself was draining.

“Will you wake him now?” Sasuke asked.

“No. You need to sleep too,” she said. “I’ll sedate you if you don’t sleep now.”

“Just give me a bed roll.”

“Your brother will be safe here, I guarantee it. You can kill me, become Hokage, and destroy the village if anything happens to him. You couldn’t defend him in your condition anyway. Kakashi, take the four of them to the ANBU barracks here in the tower.”

Sasuke was staring at his brother’s face and wouldn’t try to stand.

“Tsunade-sama,” Kakashi said, “let Sasuke stay here. I’ll bring him a cot.”

“Fine,” she relented, “but if you don’t sleep, I will sedate you. You three,” she said pointing to the non-Konoha shinobi, “will sleep in the barracks.”

“Thank you, Kakashi,” Sasuke said in a tired voice.

Kakashi led the others out and returned with the cot. Sasuke fell into it. He gave Itachi’s face one more look and lost consciousness.

-----

Sasuke felt a presence and opened his eyes. Seeing a face above right above his, he punched it before he could recognize it. He sat up to hear his brother laughing and Naruto holding his nose and swearing.

“What the fuck?!” Sasuke demanded. Itachi had to force himself to stop laughing when he started coughing, but it wasn’t bad.

“Why’d you hit me?” Naruto asked.

“Why were you hovering over me?”

“I was trying to see if you were alive. You haven’t moved in a day.”

Itachi was still laughing, but not as heartily to avoid another bout of coughing.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Aniki.”

“Very much so,” Itachi sighed.

Naruto looked up in time to see Sasuke looking adoringly at his older brother, smiling at him. Naruto felt . . . jealous. He’d done so much to try and save Sasuke, but he was hardly aware of Naruto’s presence and he wasn’t smiling at him. He couldn’t even think of a time when Sasuke ever did smile at him fondly like that.

Sasuke turned to Naruto. “What are you doing here, dobe?”

“Baa-chan told me the truth. I was worried about you. I’m glad you’re home.”

“Hn. I just want my brother to be safe.”

Now it was Itachi who caught Naruto’s attention. The look on his face was so adoring that it sent a warm spark up his spine. Now he was jealous of Sasuke being at the receiving end of a look.

“My team,” Sasuke said, “are they well?”

“Suigetsu drinks like a fish, Karin’s bossing everyone around, and Juugo just sits there with birds flying around him.”

“All is well with them then.”

“Baa-chan wants you to remain hidden for a while until the village accepts the truth, then you can go out. But she said Itachi needs to stay here close to her and Shizune or in the hospital for a while to make sure he recovers. You can rest now.”

“No,” Itachi said, surprising them both. “Sasuke, you and Naruto are the only ones who can defeat Madara. You need to put together a strong team to back you up and go after the rest of Akatsuki. I’ll give all the intel I have. You must wipe them out.”

-----

Sasuke still refused to leave his brother alone, insisting on sleeping in the cot Kakashi had brought for him. Planning for the assault on Akatsuki was being held in the Hokage tower, so he never left the building. But Naruto was able to persuade him to come up to the roof to get some sun. It also let Tsunade have a few private moments with Itachi.

First off, she apologized for everything the village had put him through and trying to kill or capture him when he was really their spy in Akatsuki, sending information to Jiraiya—even though Jiraiya didn’t even know where it was coming from. Itachi accepted the apology.

“I’ll debrief you fully once you’re a bit healthier but I wanted to go over your health.” She detailed what was wrong with him, the treatment, and prognosis. But then she grew nervous. “I gave you a thorough examination after your brother finally fell asleep. Ah, the wound on your shoulder and evidence of . . .” She was blushing slightly.

“I think I know what you’re trying to ask; I wasn’t raped.”

Tsunade let a relieved breath. “That was a hard thing to ask.”

“It was consensual. But no one needs to know about it.”

“Agreed. I just needed to know in case you needed or wanted counseling . . . or something.”

Itachi actually enjoyed seeing the Hokage and one of the legendary sanin stammer. “Thank you, but I’m fine. If I needed counseling, that would be the last thing I’d need it for.”

Tsunade nodded. “About that: the village put you both through a lot, if you do want to speak with someone, I’ll let you two yell at me or you can talk to Inochi as he is trained in psychology, or Kakashi, a friend.”

“Honestly, I might need that, but not at the moment. I hope Sasuke will scream at me for a few minutes and talk to someone. I’ll break down eventually and I’ll take you up on your offer when that happens.”

“Ah.”

-----

Itachi was injured and ill, but not so much that he couldn’t walk—though Sasuke had slashed his left thigh pretty deeply. The inflictor of the wound helped him walk to the war room and sat him nearest the door and sat next to him so that he could take Itachi back to bed if he grew too tired. Itachi was stronger—and too stubborn—for that and stayed through the entire daylong meetings, staying even during lunch so he wouldn’t wear himself out walking back and forth. With his knowledge of Akatsuki, he was a very active participant in the planning. Sasuke had nothing to contribute and just supported his brother.

After the second meeting, Sasuke helped Itachi down the corridor to their room with Kakashi following. Kakashi had taken it upon himself to serve a guard both for and against the Uchiha brothers if needs be. He stayed in the doorway as Sasuke made sure his brother was comfortably in bed.

“Forgive me, Itachi, but Sasuke, can I have a private word with you?” Kakashi asked.

Sasuke gave him an annoyed look, but followed him to another room. Kakashi opened the door for Sasuke into an empty meditation room.

Sasuke entered and stood looking out over the village from just inside the open balcony. Night had fallen hours ago, but the village was a second sea of stars. He really couldn’t say he was glad to be home, but he felt content. This was the only home he’d ever known. With Orochimaru he’d gone from hideout to hideout, never staying in one place long enough to call it home. That last one in the forest was the closest to a home he’d had as it was the first hideout and the last as well as serving as home two other times over the three years he was with the snake. To be able to call one place home again . . . And with his brother. A small, wistful smile lit his face, but was gone before he turned to look at Kakashi who’d shut the door behind them.

“What do you want?” Sasuke asked. He inwardly winced at how unfriendly that sounded. He owed Kakashi a lot for his help and support these last few days.

“I wanted to clear the air.” Sasuke didn’t hide his confusion. “We’ll be working together as least on this mission and you’ll probably be put on my team again, at least for a while, to get you back into the habit of working in a Konoha unit again. I want to clear up any bad blood between us.”

Sasuke’s eyebrows shot up, still confused. But then he realized that Kakashi must resent him for leaving the village and trying to kill Naruto. No doubt Kakashi took his departure personally after Kakashi had given him that speech about revenge and telling Sasuke some very personal information the night Sasuke ran off to Orochimaru. Before he could even compose an apology, Kakashi spoke.

“I’m so very sorry for leaving you alone that night. I knew your emotional state and if I had stayed with you or even taken you with me, those four would not have been able to convince you to leave. I would have continued to follow you after I found Naruto, but the rain had washed away your scent and footprints. I’ve blamed myself for the past three years. Naruto was taken as a student by Jiraiya and Sakura chose to become Tsunade’s apprentice. I could have taken on another genin team, but I couldn’t; I failed so horribly with you; I could have been more nurturing and supportive. I feel that I could have either done more to convince you to give up on revenge or given you more of what you wanted so you wouldn’t have felt you needed Orochimaru’s help. I blame myself for everything that happened. Please forgive me.”

Sasuke was stunned. He hadn’t considered any of that. “Kakashi, you didn’t fail to convince me that night. If given a few more hours to think about it, I would have given up on revenge. You had no idea that they were in the village. I was still weak and the missions at that time were important, you couldn’t have abandoned it or taken me with you. You’re not to blame. I never blamed you. I made up my mind and I would have fought you had you come after me. And as far as I’m concerned, no other outcome could have been better than this: I have my brother back and we’re home.

“I should be the one apologizing to you. I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have taken what you taught me and used it against my comrade. I am sorry you’ve felt this way for three years. I give you all the forgiveness you ask because I hold no ill will toward you at all. Can you forgive me for what I did?”

“Of course. You were a kid and had very strong reasons.”

“You were like a father to me and I appreciated everything you did and taught me even if I sounded ungrateful that night.”

“I considered you a son. I don’t think it’s a secret that you were always my favorite.”

Sasuke smiled. “Then everything is good between us. I look forward to fighting alongside you again.”

“I look forward to that as well, as equals this time. Goodnight, Sasuke-kun.”

-----

Itachi was put in the hospital under special care and security while most of the powerful shinobi of Konoha, along with allies from Suna, went after Akatsuki. With Sasuke and Naruto at the forefront, Konoha was able to destroy Akatsuki.

The first thing Sasuke did when he got home, was go to his brother’s side. Itachi not only would live, but make a full recovery. With that news after putting an end to Akatsuki, Sasuke broke down in tears. He cried on Itachi’s shoulder as Itachi sat up in his hospital bed.

Itachi loved having his little brother in his arms again. He put an arm around his back and his other hand in Sasuke’s hair. It was still like it was when they were children. Itachi couldn’t help but cry as well. They were home and they were together. He wasn’t such a fool that he believed things could be as they once were, but they could be a family again.

Sasuke didn’t leave that night, he curled up against his brother’s side in the small hospital bed and Itachi could see the little boy Sasuke had once been in his sleeping face. No matter how much Sasuke may have changed, he was still his little brother.

The next day, Sasuke refused to leave the hospital room, refused to join the celebration at the destruction of Akatsuki. He stayed with his brother. Anyway, he had something important to talk to him about, but it was difficult subject for him to broach.

“Itachi . . . I think I’m love.”

“Good, I’m happy for you! Who is it?”

“That’s just it. I don’t think you’ll approve.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I deserve to approve or disapprove of anything about your life. And I don’t really know anyone in the village anymore to be able to have an opinion.”

“You do in this case.”

Itachi’s eyebrows went up. There was only one person in Sasuke’s age group that Itachi knew: Naruto. As for those who were from Itachi’s time in Konoha . . . That was also a short list and almost entirely male. “Who?”

“Hatake Kakashi.”

“Huh?”

“I’m in love with Kakashi.”

“Whoa. I just wish it was someone who’d give me some nieces and nephews.”

“You’re not disgusted or disappointed?”

“Besides not getting an extended family . . . I’d be a hypocrite if I was.”

“Huh?”

Itachi smiled softly. “I’m gay too.”

“So no nieces or nephews for me either.” Sasuke smiled in relief that Itachi wasn’t disappointed or disgusted with him.

“We could always pay a surrogate. But for the immediate future, no. I do want kids though. You were so adorable. I wish I had more time to spend with you and that I didn’t miss so much of your childhood. I want to find someone permanent before I consider children.”

“I’m too young; I want to wait.”

“When the time comes, Kakashi should retire and stay with the kids.”

“Ah.”

Itachi gestured for Sasuke to come closer. Sasuke did, but stopped short remembering that gesture usually meant he was about to get a poke to the forehead.

“Gun-shy, Otouto?” He sat up a little more to pull Sasuke into his arms. Once there, Itachi did playfully poke him in the forehead. “I love you, Otouto.”

“I love you, Aniki.”

-----

Despite Itachi’s positive diagnosis, Sasuke still insisted on visiting his brother every day. After helping Konoha finish off their worst enemy at the moment and coming home after such a long, emotionally trying few years—not to mention Orochimaru—Sasuke was allowed to rest and settle back into village life before going back on missions. But he spent an enormous amount of time with his brother in the hospital.

Naruto had to go to Itachi’s hospital room to see Sasuke most of the time; sometimes he would arrive before the younger Uchiha and sometimes after he’d already left. He was uncomfortable around the elder at first—the man had tried to kidnap him, attacked his best friend right in front of him, put him in a painful genjutsu . . . So, of course, he had some trouble standing in the man’s hospital room, especially without Sasuke there.

But he didn’t want Itachi thinking he only cared about Sasuke and the only reason he came was to see him—it was the truth, but it seemed rude. So Naruto would ask Itachi how he was feeling and sometimes end up talking. Itachi mostly wanted to talk about Sasuke, or rather hear about him from Naruto; Naruto was glad to oblige. And he liked hearing what Sasuke was like as a kid when Itachi felt like talking that much. Naruto was starting to like spending time with Itachi.

When Sasuke wasn’t with Itachi or Naruto, he was with Kakashi. It was clear to everyone they had become close, but no one suspected how close. During the battle against Akatsuki, the two Chidori/Sharingan users took the fore as a pair. They were all that was needed in some engagements. Naruto was always nearby too, but Sasuke and Kakashi just worked so well together with their similar abilities.

Kakashi started it by staring at Sasuke whenever they weren’t fighting off members of Akatsuki, the Zetzu clones, or Kabuto’s undead—which was a sudden surprise Konoha had not been prepared for. Sasuke of course noticed Kakashi’s attention. He surprised himself by not minding. Kakashi knew Sasuke could feel him watching and since his only response was amused eyes back, Kakashi kept staring. And those stares were becoming more heated. He let his imagination run wild since Sasuke did nothing to stop his increasingly lustful stares. He didn’t need to imagine Sasuke naked since he saw it when they washed up in rivers or any other reasonably clean water they came across, but he did have to imagine that body in certain poses.

After four days, Sasuke was looking back. Sasuke had to use his imagination as he hadn’t seen Kakashi’s abdomen and chest in three years and had never seen his face. He asked himself whether Kakashi’s face would make a difference to him. He was looking at Kakashi when he remembered the different features Naruto suggested Kakashi might have and started laughing. Kakashi cocked an eyebrow at first, but he was so in love with Sasuke’s smiling face and his laugh that he didn’t care if Sasuke was laughing at him or not. He knew then that they would get together: Sasuke never so much as smiled at anyone else but Itachi. He saw something in that moment no one else—except Itachi—would ever see.

Kakashi took the first moment they weren’t being looked at to put an arm around Sasuke’s waist. He thought his heart would explode when Sasuke pressed back into him and made no move to remove his arm—from his waist or from Kakashi’s body. For the first time in his life—as far as he could remember—he cursed his mask, the cloth preventing him from pressing his bare lips to that smooth, sable hair. He couldn’t wait until they got home and all that would follow. As a shinobi, he knew life was short, he didn’t want a long courtship, he wanted Sasuke now. He was in love. He couldn’t look at Sasuke since he suddenly became an adult and not have those paternal feelings shift to something deeper. He last saw him as an emotionally suffering thirteen year old and now he reappeared as a hot sixteen year old.

Of course, when they got home, Sasuke went immediately to his brother’s side. Kakashi knew that no matter what, he’d always be Sasuke’s number two. Kakashi went home, took a shower, and lay on his bed. When would he see Sasuke again? Would it seem desperate to seek him out tonight? Tomorrow? Sasuke would probably spend the rest of the night with his brother. Maybe he should get them food and take it to them so they could have something other than hospital food. And he could see Sasuke. Kakashi swore; he was becoming a fourteen year old girl! He was turning into Sakura! But he didn’t care.

He stayed home and waited. Sasuke didn’t come to him that night. The next morning he was wondering if he should go to Itachi’s hospital room. Should he go to Sasuke’s temporary room in the Hokage tower?

He kept thinking about how to see Sasuke until late morning when a hawk landed on his window sill and screeched at him. Kakashi took the note from the bird’s leg.

‘Have dinner with me? I don’t know where to go anymore and I don’t want to go to a party. I’m with Itachi, come meet me here.’

Kakashi didn’t need a signature to know who sent the note. “I’ll come,” Kakashi told the hawk.

When Kakashi went to pick up Sasuke, he saw that the window of Itachi’s room was open and chose to appear there. “Yo!”

Sasuke tried to look annoyed, but he was too amused and happy to see him. Itachi managed a more convincing annoyed look.

“You never did like doors,” Itachi said.

“You knew each other?” Sasuke asked, surprised by his brother’s comment.

“ANBU,” they said together.

“I tried to take Itachi-tan under my wing because I knew your cousin Obito.”

“I didn’t want to get close to anyone because of my situation as a double agent, so I didn’t let him ‘take me under his wing,’” Itachi said. “Calling me Itachi-tan didn’t endure him to me either.”

“He bucked me off,” Kakashi simplified. “I took him for a loner. I didn’t see a reason to tell you because there wasn’t anything to tell except that I knew him in passing.”

Sasuke shrugged. “You’re right; there was no reason to mention it. We’re going to dinner then?”

“Anything you want. We can bring something for you, Itachi-san.”

“No, you two enjoy your time together.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows went up. Was he suggesting what he thought he was suggesting? Did Sasuke say something? Sasuke smiled at him then jumped out the window past him. Kakashi saluted Itachi and fell back to join Sasuke on the ground.

“What was that about?” Kakashi asked.

“I may have jumped the gun,” Sasuke said. “I asked him what he would think about us.”

“Us?”

“Us.”

“And?”

“He approves. Or, I should say, he doesn’t disapprove.”

“Of what exactly?” Kakashi asked coyly.

Sasuke stopped and looked at him with mischievous eyes. “The fact I would yank that mask down right now and kiss you senseless if there weren’t witnesses.”

“I dare you.”

“And risk anyone else seeing your face? Not a chance. I intend to be the only one. I still haven’t seen it, by the way.”

“Come over after we eat and I’ll remedy that.”

“Hmmm.”

Sure enough, well fed, they went back to Kakashi’s apartment. Once the door shut, Kakashi took off his headband and slowly pulled his mask down. Sasuke smiled, visibly relieved.

“I had resigned myself to buck teeth and poufy lips.”

“Huh?” Kakashi asked with a laugh.

“When I laughed the other day while looking at you, I was remembering that little incident when we were trying to see your face. Naruto seduced me into that plot by suggesting you had some . . . disturbing features. But even if you did look like a beaver-faced fish, I’d still love you.”

Kakashi smiled and pulled Sasuke to him and kissed him. They both melted, feeling like everything was finally right with the world and feeling a gentle spark of arousal in their spines. The kiss was brief, but fulfilling. “I love you. I thought about you all night. Forgive me if I become as annoying as Sakura.”

“I might act the same.”

Kakashi put his hands on Sasuke’s waist. “I want you to act more ‘annoying.’ I wouldn’t mind if you attached yourself to me. I love you.”

They kissed there against the door until Kakashi guided Sasuke to his bed. They sat on the bed and made out. Eventually, they parted their swollen lips.

“I don’t want to go any further now,” Sasuke said.

“That might be a little too fast,” Kakashi agreed. “Stay here for a while though, just stay here.”

“My lips are chapped.”

Kakashi pulled himself back to the wall and pulled Sasuke to his chest and held him.

“Hn. I’m getting a lot of cuddling recently.”

“You deserve it.”

Sasuke lay silently against Kakashi’s chest for a minute. “You never told me you were friends with a member of my family.”

“I guess I never did tell you how I got this eye,” Kakashi agreed.

“If you remember, I did ask.”

“I wasn’t prepared to reveal so much of my personal history to you at the time. I don’t talk about my past with anyone, but I should tell you now.”

“You don’t have to do it now.”

“It’s an excuse to keep you here for another hour, so I’m willing. It’s not a happy story though.”

“I’m guessing that’s Obito’s eye.”

“Ah. In telling that story, I’ll have to tell you about my father.”

Sasuke lay there in Kakashi’s arms while Kakashi told his story without moving or interrupting him. Now he knew just how alike he and Kakashi were as children: they were both orphans, too serious for their own good, talented, and arrogant. Sasuke shifted to straddle Kakashi’s thighs and just rested his forehead against Kakashi’s with a hand on his shoulder, the other against his neck. It was a simple and accepting gesture of sympathy and comfort. Kakashi could almost weep, not at his own past, but at Sasuke’s reaction to it. He loved him so much. Kakashi reached up to play his fingers in Sasuke’s silky hair.

Kakashi didn’t have to tell him that Rin had eventually also died and he knew that Minato had died the night Naruto was born when Sasuke was less than three months old. Kakashi was alone in the world. He had friends, but he was close to none of them; Sasuke had been close enough to Kakashi to know that three years ago and was sure nothing had changed.

Sasuke moved again to draw Kakashi into a hug. Kakashi thought he was too hardened a shinobi to cry, too used to the pain and he had already come to terms with it all. But he cried against Sasuke’s shoulder. He couldn’t cry against Rin’s shoulder after Obito died, nor could he let himself break down in front of Minato. Kushina was concerned for her boyfriend’s student after Obito and Rin’s deaths, but Kakashi wouldn’t let her close enough. Then Minato and Kushina died too. He had no one to comfort him, no family and he resisted closeness with friends. Everyone he cared about died. But Sasuke understood what it felt like. Sasuke wasn’t as fragile as two young teens and he had survived as much as a rampaging chakra beast. Sasuke wouldn’t die on him so easily. Sasuke was a kindred spirit. Sasuke understood.

Sasuke finally spoke after Kakashi finished crying. “I love you.”

“Thank you.”

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Itachi’s lungs were still recovering from being ravaged by the disease, but otherwise he’d recovered. He was sent home with Sasuke to a new house on the edge of the village. Sasuke started going out on missions—grudgingly—during his brother’s last few days in the hospital, but he refused to leave the other’s side for the first few days having him home. Again—more so now—Naruto had to see Itachi if he wanted to see Sasuke apart from missions. Especially since when he wasn’t on missions or with his brother, Sasuke was with Kakashi.

Sasuke settled back into Team Kakashi with relative ease. He was still taciturn, but he’d never been very garrulous. When they were on missions with Naruto and Sakura, Sasuke and Kakashi never did anything to suggest their relationship was anything more than captain and subordinate.

But Kakashi grew adapt at staring at Sasuke without the others noticing. He loved his fiery little . . . boyfriend? Sasuke seemed like a cool, disinterested shinobi, but really he was a passionate warrior. He was also literary fiery with his fire jutsu and Amaterasu. Kakashi had been so lonely his entire life; his mother’s death, being abandoned by his father’s suicide, losing his friends and sensei to death, and consciously isolating himself from his other friends, he’d also lived blaming himself for Obito’s death and for his failure with Sasuke. Sasuke became a sun in his gloomy and lonely life.

Sasuke was also spending any spare moments looking at his new love interest. But Kakashi reminded Sasuke of the moon. It was natural with Kakashi’s white hair. He was cool and relaxed which Sasuke associated with moonlit nights. To a shinobi, moonlit nights were not advantageous; they were often a time of rest and peace and safety: the things he was started to associate with Kakashi. And Kakashi was a new light in his dark life.

After a week of making out and no more, Sasuke decided he was ready to take their relationship to the next level. Kakashi’s apartment was so simple he didn’t even have a sofa, so they were always making out on his bed. Tonight, Sasuke pulled Kakashi down over him as they kissed.

Kakashi shook off Sasuke’s lips. “Are you sure?”

“I see no reason to wait any longer. Do you?”

“Absolutely not. I believe sixteen is the magic number in Konoha. It’s not like we haven’t known each other for a long time even if you ran off for a while.”

“You haven’t changed one bit. Hate doors, always late, reading porn in front of children, lazy . . . Remind me why I love you again.”

Kakashi kissed him and grabbed at the outside of Sasuke’s thigh and rubbed his hips into Sasuke’s.

“Oh, yeah,” Sasuke sighed. He pulled at the hem of Kakashi’s civilian shirt. Kakashi let him pull it off and then straightened up to peel his mask/shirt which was bunched up around his neck so he could kiss Sasuke. Sasuke took the opportunity to see Kakashi’s upper body for the first time since he was thirteen.

“You kept in shape,” Sasuke commented.

“Of course. Even if I hadn’t, I would have killed myself during the last week to get back into shape just for you.”

Kakashi pulled Sasuke’s shirt off. “You were a rather scrawny kid, but, damn, you’ve filled out beautifully.”

“I tried.”

Sasuke had traded that god-awful, thick, purple rope bow for just a black sash. Kakashi pulled it out of its knot and moved slowly stripping the rest of Sasuke’s clothes. “Like unwrapping a gift,” Kakashi said. Sasuke lifted his hips to help Kakashi remove the last of his clothing. A slight blush dusted Sasuke’s cheeks at being naked and erect in front of someone who was looking at him so intently. Kakashi growled in appreciation of Sasuke’s erection. “Think it’ll fit down my throat?”

Sasuke smirked evilly. “Only one way to find out.”

Kakashi silently agreed by taking him into his mouth. Once the head was clear of his lips, he looked up into Sasuke’s eyes. He kept lowering his head until the head hit the back of his throat, then forced a little down his throat. There was still another inch. Kakashi backed off. “Shit.” Sasuke looked smug. “I’ve only done this once before and I have to say, though with limited experience, I’m impressed.”

“You’ll tell me his name.” It’s wasn’t a request.

“No, no murdering fellow Konoha shinobi. Honestly, after running off, you’re lucky not to be on probation at the very least.”

“Hai, hai. But house arrest sounds wonderful with you around.”

Kakashi smiled and took his cock in mouth again, taking the entire length this time. Sasuke moaned. That was incentive to keep going and do his best. Sasuke was inspiration incarnate, so very responsive, writhing and moaning.

Kakashi came up, but continued to stroke him. “Am I that good or is it your first time getting a blow job?”

“Both, I think,” Sasuke sighed. “I never let anyone touch me.”

“Considering who you’ve been around, I don’t blame you.”

Kakashi wet his lips and drove back in. He actually got lost in it, concentrating on technique and how good it felt to have the large, hot, solid length in his mouth and slipping down his throat. He did everything he could think to do then he started on a procedure that didn’t take as much thinking to keep up and started messaging Sasuke’s heavy balls. It was like patting his head and rubbing his stomach at the same time—which, as a shinobi, he could do.

“Kakashi,” Sasuke whined.

Kakashi concentrated on the head of his cock and used his hand on base. Sasuke writhed, trying to stop his orgasm, but Kakashi sucked even harder. He let go in Kakashi’s mouth with a cry. Kakashi had to smile at how much cum there was and how thick. Someone hadn’t even been jacking off recently. Kakashi wondered if Sasuke’d been waiting for this and held off on jerking off. He licked and sucked every drop from Sasuke’s cock. Sasuke was still partially hard when he released him.

“You taste so good,” Kakashi said.

“That was amazing,” Sasuke sighed contentedly.

“We haven’t even started.” Sasuke’s eyes glittered; he was amenable to continuing. “Relax. Having blown a load already, that should be easy.”

Sasuke put his head back against the pillow and relaxed his entire body, but leaving his knees up, bent, and spread. Kakashi teased Sasuke’s virgin entrance with lubed fingers. Sasuke did relax and the first finger entered him easily. Kakashi slowly rubbed the tight ring, encouraging it to relax some more. Then he added a second finger.

“Stings.”

“Yeah, it’ll probably get worse before it gets better. But you know what that’s like.”

“Hn.”

Scissoring wasn’t as bad as either of them feared and Sasuke was eager enough that his body yielded.

“Forget the rest,” Sasuke sighed. “Let it hurt. I want you now.”

“You can’t underestimate the pain.”

“My brother plucked out my eye. It may have been a genjutsu, but I felt the very real pain. Fuck me already.”

“Aye, sir.” Kakashi sat up, lubed up, and wiped his hand on the sheets. “Push out as if you were trying to . . . you know. It’ll ease the way.”

Sasuke didn’t answer, but was preparing himself mentally to take something as large as Kakashi’s nine and half inches. Kakashi put the head of his cock against Sasuke’s entrance. And pressed in. Sasuke obeyed Kakashi’s advice and it did help. Sasuke’s breath hitched, but he didn’t want Kakashi to stop. The pain was intense, but satisfying in a way. He was relieved when Kakashi finally bottomed out and stayed still.

“Breathe,” Kakashi whispered.

Sasuke didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he released it. He took deep breaths as his body adjusted to the solid length invading his body.

After a minute, “Try it,” Sasuke said. Kakashi gave an experimental thrust. Sasuke grunted.

“Was that a good grunt or a painful grunt?” Kakashi asked, infinitely patient with his no-longer-virgin lover.

“An indifferent one,” Sasuke whispered. “Just strange. Go ahead.”

Kakashi slowly started thrusting into the willing, tight body. He knew when he found that wonderful bundle of nerves. Sasuke’s body bucked and tightened and a small cry, more like a whine, came from his lips. After that, every thrust into that spot elicited a grunt of pleasure. The pain of intrusion had softened Sasuke completely, but his erection was returning now.

Kakashi kept his pace slow so he could watch Sasuke’s face. He stopped while his cock was buried deep within Sasuke and put a hand to Sasuke’s pale cheek, causing the young man to open his eyes. “I love you so much.”

“As beautiful as the sentiment is, if you don’t start moving again right now, I won’t feel like returning it.”

Kakashi’s soft expression became a smile. “I do love you.” He pulled out slowly and thrust back in hard and fast. Sasuke let out a strangled cry. Kakashi let instinct take over and fucked Sasuke into the mattress. Sasuke had no complaints, spreading his legs even further and tilting his head back to expose his throat. To someone with a close tie to canines, that was a sign of submission and just turned Kakashi on more. Kakashi was too close to slow down and lean in to bite Sasuke’s neck, so he just kept going.

Sasuke was mewing as his own orgasm approached. Kakashi shifted his weight onto one hand, kept his hips at their quick pace, and used his freed hand to jack Sasuke off, wanting him to cum first. And Sasuke did, almost instantly. Kakashi was right behind him.

Kakashi honestly didn’t hear if Sasuke cried out or said something since he was too lost in pleasure and his own voice filled his ears.

Sasuke had been lifting his hips up into Kakashi’s thrusts and now he let his hips fall, pulling himself off Kakashi’s deflating cock. Kakashi eased his spent body down beside Sasuke in the small area between Sasuke and the wall on the twin bed. He shied away from the cold wall and pulled himself up against Sasuke’s warm body and held him tightly.

“Do you feel like returning it?” Kakashi asked sleepily.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” Sasuke yawned. “I can’t believe you’d doubt that since I let you fuck my brains out.”

“Oh, that wasn’t ‘fucking your brains out,’ that was just easing in the virgin. And I don’t doubt you, I just love hearing it.”

“So do I. I don’t think Itachi will mind me spending the night away from home tonight.”

“Good. I had no intention of letting you out of my bed tonight anyway.”

“Even if I need to piss?”

“I wish I was kinky enough to say I could deal with that, but you have me there.”

“Go to sleep, Kashi.”

Kakashi hummed at the new pet name. “’K, ‘uke.”

Sasuke elbowed him gently and Kakashi petted him until he fell asleep.
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