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Chapter 18
A/N: Sorry for the long delay, I was pretty busy during the holidays. Happy New Year, everyone! Also, I decided that it's high time to take a close and personal look in Naruto's head regarding Kakashi and everything else - so this chapter focuses on that.
CHAPTER 18
After all he had gone through during the night and their furious coupling in the morning, Kakashi had felt completely exhausted. Surprisingly merciful, Naruto had cleaned him hurriedly and allowed him to sleep in his bed, curled up against the dark sheets and under the thick, fluffy comforter.
The blonde had stayed for a little while, watching him sleep, face uncovered and strangely relaxed, sleep having erased all the pain and worries from his expression. It was an illusion of peace, Naruto knew that. He could see the little creases at the corners of his eyes and his lips, caused by too much frowning and age that was slowly creeping on the older man. By civilian view Kakashi was still a young man, not having yet reached fourty, but for a ninja, that was a lifetime of battles and stress and injuries. It took its toll.
Having never been a large man, more on the slender, elegant side, he had definitely lost a lot of weight for the past several months, the pale, scarred shoulders peeking under the dark coverlet were worryingly thin, fragile almost, and so was the wrist of the hand that clutched the pillow under his head. His hair, having grown a little for the past several months was as wild as ever and spilled onto the dark pillow.
The temptation was too much for Naruto – he reached and ran his fingers through it, marveling at the silken texture. It was as soft as Pein’s. Kakashi did not awaken but he murmured something in his sleep and nuzzled the hand that pet him instinctively, trying to press his face closer to it.
Naruto smiled – his pet was like an abused animal starved for affection – and all abused animals, when they received kindness from a new master, they gave themselves to him – utterly and completely, even if at one point that master began abusing them anew. So far, his plan was working perfectly – he had made Kakashi his.
He had thought about it for a long time – even before he had merged with the Kyuubi. His anger towards the older man was old and slow-simmering, always there, just under the surface, never giving him complete peace. It had been mixed with residual respect for him as his sensei, and as one of the best Konoha nins – but even that hadn’t been enough to stop him from blaming him for Sasuke’s betrayal.
If only he hadn’t dumped him and Sakura, if only he had kept them all, all three of them together, allowing them to support each other, to provide Sasuke with someone he could count on – perhaps things would have gone differently. No, he was sure they would’ve gone differently. And Sakura, poor, loyal Sakura. Her death laid at Kakashi’s feet as well. He had seen it all – the explosion, Kakashi ducking out of the way by instinct, not even bothering to try and drag her to safety as well – he was very well aware that at the time Kakashi was fast enough to do that.
For so long his anger had simmered inside of him, like a festering boil underneath the surface – but only after he merged with the Kyuubi did the idea about making Kakashi his – just like Pein was his – crystallized in his mind. Make Kakashi his. Make him love him, adore the ground he walked on, the air he breathed – and then crush him like the roach he was.
The thought of it aroused him immediately, his cock stiffening and rising in his pants. Baring his teeth, Naruto palmed it and tried to get himself under control – as much as he wanted to pull away the blanket and plunge roughly in the already loosened little hole, now was not the time for such brutalities. It was simply too early – his grip on Kakashi was far too tentative at the moment. In time, he would be able to allow himself to do this, and more, so much more. He would be able to do all the things he imagined, and Kakashi would cooperate willingly, eagerly, desperate to please him, desperate to satisfy Naruto’s every desire.
If he had learned something during the war, during the long, arduous months of following Pein, trying to stop the havoc he created, of trying to outmaneuver Danzo – it was that patience was essential. He was an impatient, impulsive person by nature, usually thinking of a course of action during the action itself, almost never creating elaborate plans. However, he had learned that all things came to the people who waited and bided their time, spun their nets like spiders and waited for the little flies to enter their parlour. It was a harsh, difficult lesson to learn, paid with the blood of the people died during his mistakes, but it was a necessary lesson. And he had learnt it well.
With one last, parting caress, he stood up and firmly walked out of the room to put on decent clothes – he had a village to run.
Kakashi woke up four hours later when the sun was already high in the sky. This was the first time in years – the first time ever since Minato-sensei had died – when he had had an undisturbed night’s sleep. Day’s sleep. Whatever. The point was, there had been no nightmares, no accusing eyes and bloodied faces – he woke up feeling rested and warm and most of all, safe. He felt safe in his Master’s bed. The thought of it exhilarated him and he smiled, burying his face in the soft pillow and taking a deep breath of Naruto’s scent, purring softly in delight.
Only when he heard the chime of the large grandfather clock in the living room did he realize just how late it was. He was late for work.
Kakashi made to jump out of the bed when he noticed the folded note on the next to his.
“Kakashi,
I am at work. Don’t worry about skipping the day. There is food in the fridge – make yourself omelette with cheese and have a glass of milk. Afterwards go to your house and pack whatever belongings you deem necessary – you are moving to my house, starting today. When you are done, you are to sit down quietly in the living room and wait for me to come back, unless I have already returned. You may have something to read, if you are bored.
Your Master.”
“Master.” Kakashi repeated out loud, tasting the way the word rolled out of his mouth. He had a Master. He belonged. With a helpless giggle, he buried his face in the pillow again, not caring how silly he must’ve looked at that very moment. It didn’t matter – he had a Master.
CHAPTER 18
After all he had gone through during the night and their furious coupling in the morning, Kakashi had felt completely exhausted. Surprisingly merciful, Naruto had cleaned him hurriedly and allowed him to sleep in his bed, curled up against the dark sheets and under the thick, fluffy comforter.
The blonde had stayed for a little while, watching him sleep, face uncovered and strangely relaxed, sleep having erased all the pain and worries from his expression. It was an illusion of peace, Naruto knew that. He could see the little creases at the corners of his eyes and his lips, caused by too much frowning and age that was slowly creeping on the older man. By civilian view Kakashi was still a young man, not having yet reached fourty, but for a ninja, that was a lifetime of battles and stress and injuries. It took its toll.
Having never been a large man, more on the slender, elegant side, he had definitely lost a lot of weight for the past several months, the pale, scarred shoulders peeking under the dark coverlet were worryingly thin, fragile almost, and so was the wrist of the hand that clutched the pillow under his head. His hair, having grown a little for the past several months was as wild as ever and spilled onto the dark pillow.
The temptation was too much for Naruto – he reached and ran his fingers through it, marveling at the silken texture. It was as soft as Pein’s. Kakashi did not awaken but he murmured something in his sleep and nuzzled the hand that pet him instinctively, trying to press his face closer to it.
Naruto smiled – his pet was like an abused animal starved for affection – and all abused animals, when they received kindness from a new master, they gave themselves to him – utterly and completely, even if at one point that master began abusing them anew. So far, his plan was working perfectly – he had made Kakashi his.
He had thought about it for a long time – even before he had merged with the Kyuubi. His anger towards the older man was old and slow-simmering, always there, just under the surface, never giving him complete peace. It had been mixed with residual respect for him as his sensei, and as one of the best Konoha nins – but even that hadn’t been enough to stop him from blaming him for Sasuke’s betrayal.
If only he hadn’t dumped him and Sakura, if only he had kept them all, all three of them together, allowing them to support each other, to provide Sasuke with someone he could count on – perhaps things would have gone differently. No, he was sure they would’ve gone differently. And Sakura, poor, loyal Sakura. Her death laid at Kakashi’s feet as well. He had seen it all – the explosion, Kakashi ducking out of the way by instinct, not even bothering to try and drag her to safety as well – he was very well aware that at the time Kakashi was fast enough to do that.
For so long his anger had simmered inside of him, like a festering boil underneath the surface – but only after he merged with the Kyuubi did the idea about making Kakashi his – just like Pein was his – crystallized in his mind. Make Kakashi his. Make him love him, adore the ground he walked on, the air he breathed – and then crush him like the roach he was.
The thought of it aroused him immediately, his cock stiffening and rising in his pants. Baring his teeth, Naruto palmed it and tried to get himself under control – as much as he wanted to pull away the blanket and plunge roughly in the already loosened little hole, now was not the time for such brutalities. It was simply too early – his grip on Kakashi was far too tentative at the moment. In time, he would be able to allow himself to do this, and more, so much more. He would be able to do all the things he imagined, and Kakashi would cooperate willingly, eagerly, desperate to please him, desperate to satisfy Naruto’s every desire.
If he had learned something during the war, during the long, arduous months of following Pein, trying to stop the havoc he created, of trying to outmaneuver Danzo – it was that patience was essential. He was an impatient, impulsive person by nature, usually thinking of a course of action during the action itself, almost never creating elaborate plans. However, he had learned that all things came to the people who waited and bided their time, spun their nets like spiders and waited for the little flies to enter their parlour. It was a harsh, difficult lesson to learn, paid with the blood of the people died during his mistakes, but it was a necessary lesson. And he had learnt it well.
With one last, parting caress, he stood up and firmly walked out of the room to put on decent clothes – he had a village to run.
Kakashi woke up four hours later when the sun was already high in the sky. This was the first time in years – the first time ever since Minato-sensei had died – when he had had an undisturbed night’s sleep. Day’s sleep. Whatever. The point was, there had been no nightmares, no accusing eyes and bloodied faces – he woke up feeling rested and warm and most of all, safe. He felt safe in his Master’s bed. The thought of it exhilarated him and he smiled, burying his face in the soft pillow and taking a deep breath of Naruto’s scent, purring softly in delight.
Only when he heard the chime of the large grandfather clock in the living room did he realize just how late it was. He was late for work.
Kakashi made to jump out of the bed when he noticed the folded note on the next to his.
“Kakashi,
I am at work. Don’t worry about skipping the day. There is food in the fridge – make yourself omelette with cheese and have a glass of milk. Afterwards go to your house and pack whatever belongings you deem necessary – you are moving to my house, starting today. When you are done, you are to sit down quietly in the living room and wait for me to come back, unless I have already returned. You may have something to read, if you are bored.
Your Master.”
“Master.” Kakashi repeated out loud, tasting the way the word rolled out of his mouth. He had a Master. He belonged. With a helpless giggle, he buried his face in the pillow again, not caring how silly he must’ve looked at that very moment. It didn’t matter – he had a Master.