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Hopelessly	By : MisatosPenPen Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Sasuke Views: 3349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you all for the reviews! God, that took a long time to write; I just don’t write rapefics very well. I’m so behind on several things and I have RL commitments, so updates of ALL my stories will take a little time. Please, bare with me.
krito1389: Never really thought of him as a beast (Gai and Lee take that title and ruin it). But this won’t be a pure humiliation of Kakashi; things develop . . . (The Humiliation of Hatake Kakashi would make a good title of another story . . .)
Suggestion of Het, but it’s glossed over. I know how much my readers HATE Het, so . . . I didn’t want to write it anyway, not a pairing I’m into (I really have no idea why I came up with it, but it does up the drama a bit).
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They were a silent progression back to Konoha. A mere dozen of them. 40,000 of 80,000 shinobi were killed before Sasuke arrived on the battlefield. When Sasuke murdered Madara right there on the frontlines before they went into battle, all the shinobi let out a sigh of relief.
Sasuke looked up at them with more rage than they had ever seen in a man’s eyes. Before anyone could understand his intentions, Sasuke released jutsu after devastating jutsu. He carved out another 5,000 in just the next two days. Thousands fled and Sasuke captured nearly another thousand. One man—Suigetsu, who he’d found and brought with him, notwithstanding—had routed the united shinobi forces. He’d also disposed of all the Zetsu clones, leaving the battlefield a smoldering wasteland, scotched by black flames. Sasuke’s wrath had been truly terrible.
Naruto and Killer Bee had been their last hope, but Bee was badly wounded by Sasuke and Naruto was trapped in a genjutsu half way through their battle. Kyuubi could have snapped him out of it, but Kakashi suspected there was a lot more going on between Naruto and Sasuke within Naruto’s mind; he also know about the Uchiha’s power over the Kyuubi, meaning Sasuke truly was the worst opponent for Naruto. Naruto collapsed. Sakura was tending the wounded when Suigetsu captured her. Kakashi surrendered to Sasuke rather than fight him even as hundreds committed suicide when they saw Sasuke approaching them. He was tempted to do the same, but thought there might be a chance. But what did even that chance amount to? Sasuke was lost.
Naruto hadn’t recovered by the time the Konoha shinobi and their new Hokage journeyed back to Konoha, still catatonic. He was being carried on a palanquin along with the wounded who could not walk. Kakashi did not wear the Hokage robes and hat, but carried them on his back. Sakura paced the palanquin. Thankfully, Sasuke had released Yamato and he was now here to make sure the Kyuubi didn’t take advantage of Naruto’s state to take over as well as create the palanquin.
There was no large welcome when they arrived in Konoha. The civilians and a few shinobi that had remained behind to protect them had made some progress on the rebuilding. To most, their arrival went unnoticed. Sakura and Yamato took Naruto to a tent and Kakashi entered the tent that had housed Tsunade during her coma. Shizune was in there weeping. She started at his entrance.
“Forgive me,” Kakashi said and moved to leave.
“No, no, please, tell me what’s going on.”
“Sasuke’s released all his captives and made me Hokage. I’ll probably be little more than his puppet, but I had little choice. Naruto’s catatonic, but Sakura and Yamato are with him.”
“At least they survived. And you Kakashi; everyone wanted you to become the next Hokage.”
“I don’t think Sasuke will demand anything now; we can focus on rebuilding.”
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It didn’t take long for Kakashi to get used to the position. He was just getting comfortable when Sakura decided to turn everything upside down again. Kakashi was writing out a budget for the money Sasuke had unexpectedly sent him, dividing the money between reconstruction and rations. He sensed Sakura loitering outside the tent, uncertain about entering.
“Come in, Sakura,” he called. She stepped in.
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“It’s fine. What do you need?”
She came up to his makeshift desk. “I wanted to thank you. For saving my life.”
“I would never abandon you. If I can do anything to save your life, I will do it.”
“Thank you.” Her emotions started to press against the dam she built around them, tears welling up in her eyes. She shut them to stop the tears. “I can’t believe Sasuke . . .”
Kakashi got up and came around to her. She flung herself into his chest and he held her while she cried. Sakura had grown recently, her head was pressed into his shoulder rather than his chest. Either that or he was more worn down than he thought. It was probably both.
He also couldn’t believe what Sasuke had turned into. Sasuke had always been precious to him, seeing himself in the angry young man and taking to him like a father. He knew he’d been unfair to Sakura most of all, but he loved Sasuke; his loss made him balk at keeping Sakura or taking on a new team especially with Naruto leaving with Jiraiya. He was grateful to Jiraiya and Tsuande for taking his remaining students off his hands. He’d gone back to his lonely life as a solo Jounin, not even seeing Sakura for weeks at a time and then only to say hello and see how she was doing. Nothing more.
Now, with Sasuke completely consumed with hatred and Naruto catatonic, Sakura was all he had left. He would trade his life to protect her. She was now the most precious thing to him.
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A month had passed and Konoha was finally recovering. That’s when Sasuke chose to make an appearance. Sasuke was suddenly in front of Kakashi’s desk using Madara’s time/space jutsu. Kakashi stood up instinctively at the sudden intrusion. Sasuke ignored him and looked around at the tent’s interior.
“Still not rebuilt.”
“Pein left Konoha as nothing but a crater.”
“Humph. So, tell me, how was your reception?”
“There wasn’t one.”
“I figured. I knew you wouldn’t ride in like a hero poised to save them from their misery. Didn’t even wear the hat, did you? The others did. Well, except for Gaara.”
“Is there something you need?”
“A chair would be asking too much, wouldn’t it?”
“I could summon Yamato to make one for you.” Sasuke chuckled and distractedly looked around out of idle interest. “Are you visited all the Kage?”
“No, just you.” Kakashi stiffened. “I came to give you something.” Kakashi raised an eyebrow. “Take off your shirt.” Kakashi was uncertain, but obeyed, just taking off the shirt, leaving the combined mask and sleeveless shirt.
Sasuke came around to Kakashi’s right. “You might remember doing something similar to me once.” Sasuke took out a scroll, let the bulk drop to unroll it and held the end between his teeth. Kakashi saw that the scroll had been written in blood. Oh, yes, Kakashi remembered what Sasuke was referring to. The seal he placed over Orochimaru’s curse seal. The scar in the center of his right palm ached at the memory.
Sasuke made a few hand signs then put a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder. The bloody glyphs on the scroll traveled over Sasuke’s face, over his arm, and onto Kakashi’s flesh. Kakashi bit back a cry as the glyphs seared into his skin. The large number of glyphs condensed to a smaller design that covered Kakashi’s shoulder and most of his upper arm.
“It’s a summoning jutsu,” Sasuke explained as he walked back around the desk, rerolling the now blank scroll. Kakashi sat down, sapped of energy by the pain just as Sasuke had once been, though he had more resilience and stamina to stay conscious than Sasuke had back then. “I’ll be able to summon you any time so I don’t have to come to you. So, I heard about your new love interest.” Kakashi‘s eyes narrowed. “A little young, don’t you think? She was in love with me for so many years and Naruto is out of it, don’t you feel like nothing more than a replacement?” Kakashi did not respond.
Sasuke looked like he was about to leave, but he froze, completely serious. “I want a memorial to Itachi built here. No Uchiha crest and no Sharingan. I don’t think Itachi would like that. And no Akatsuki clouds. Just something to honor his memory and sacrifice.”
“It will be done.”
Sasuke smirked at him darkly, suggestively. Kakashi repressed a shutter. “Wish I had more time, but I have other things to attend to.” Sasuke vanished.
Kakashi looked at what he could see of the seal. It wasn’t unattractive, like a tattoo of a meaningless designs. Many of the glyphs had merged into flame like markings. He couldn’t help but note the tomoe much like the Sharingan among the black flames. Those flames seemed like a threat of Amaterasu. The pain was fading. He couldn’t tell from this compacted design, but he was certain there was far more to this seal than a simple summoning jutsu.
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Kakashi worked late that night, postponing the inevitable. He went home to a temporary house Yamato had built for him. Once the village was reconstructed, Kakashi would live in the new tower, but for now he lived in the temporary wooden house. With Sakura.
Sasuke was right of course—whether it was true or not—Kakashi did feel like a replacement for Sasuke and Naruto. He was fine with that though. It seemed that people around him died once he became too attached to them. Or disappeared from him. Like Sasuke. He cared for Sakura of course, but he really became her lover for her; she needed someone now and they shared a unique history. It wouldn’t last, but he could enjoy it while it did. No one really batted an eyelash at their relationship; things were so unsettled that no one found it strange.
Sakura hadn’t changed for bed, she was just lying on their bed, exhausted. She was still run off her feet tending people and training new medial-nins. But she was probably spending too much time with Naruto. Kakashi came in and started stripping, hoping Sakura was asleep, but she opened her eyes. He couldn’t hide the black design on his shoulder.
“What is that?” she asked.
“A gift from Sasuke. He can summon me whenever he wants. He doesn’t want to have to come here to give me instructions. Which is probably for the best; keep him from losing his temper when he’s here.”
“Is this the first time he’s been here?”
“Yeah. Just appeared in my office.”
“How does he look?”
“The same. He wants us to build a memorial to Itachi.”
“If it will make him happy.”
“Nothing will ever make him happy,” Kakashi sighed. He pulled off his shirt/mask. Sakura was one of a very few who had seen his face. Sasuke had seen his face right after he’d sucked him off. Everyone else was dead.
Sakura got up to change as well. She crawled in next to him and attached herself to his unmarked arm.
“I hope it gives him some peace,” Sakura said as she drifted off to sleep.
Kakashi shuddered and then felt his new tattoo burn. Kakashi wasn’t sure Sasuke could ever find peace. It took some time for him to fall asleep.
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Sasuke didn’t summon him for three weeks. Kakashi was beginning to wonder if he would ever summon him. Maybe someone had killed him or his own powers had killed him—he’d seen the blood coming from Sasuke’s eyes and mouth before.
He was too tired to really care about Sasuke anymore, too tired to worry. But then Kakashi suddenly found himself summoned to Sasuke’s throne room. He had been sitting and fell to the hard stone floor.
The room hadn’t changed, dark and without decoration beside the Uchiha fan behind Sasuke. Kakashi stood.
“Is the memorial built yet?”
Kakashi was annoyed that he was summoned for this. “No. It’s been designed. It’ll be carved into the base of the cliff under the Hokage faces. We do wish you would give us more direction in its design.”
“Just make it tasteful and make sure it honors my brother.”
“It will.”
Sasuke threw him a scroll. “I’m giving these to all of the Kage and all the shinobi villages. If you need to talk to me, use this summoning jutsu.” Sasuke indicated the side wall. “I have stone spheres there to represent all the villages. This scroll summons the green sphere. I will come when I notice it’s missing, which could be seconds or days. You’ll summon me when the memorial is finished. Use it when you’re attacked or in any type of dire need. I may have crushed your villages, but no one else will harm what is mine.”
Kakashi nodded, it was like an Uchiha to be possessive, or so Minato told him more than once.
“That’s not all I called you here for.” The look in Sasuke’s eyes made his insides squirm. Sasuke stood up, picked up his sword which was leaning against the side of the throne, and stuck the sheath in his belt. “Follow me.”
Sasuke led Kakashi through a part of the fortress Kakashi had not been before. Then, Kakashi only saw the cells, the throne room, and the path between them. Kakashi was suddenly struck by the fact Sasuke’s back was to him. He could probably strike him now. Why didn’t he?
Sasuke opened a door to a pitch black room. Most the fortress was dark; Kakashi had yet to see a window. He felt like he was underground. Sasuke switched on a light. There was only one light and it wasn’t very bright, but it showed Kakashi that this was a bedroom. That squirm in his stomach grew worse.
“I think you know why I brought you here,” Sasuke said. Sasuke gaze was steady, not lustful, not angry, not even expectant.
Kakashi fought for a few extra seconds by looking around the room. His focus landed on the very large bed. Sasuke followed his eyes.
“Madara’s. Needlessly large, don’t you think? I don’t know who all he was planning on fucking. I suspect you’d all be thanking me for killing him if I hadn’t turned on you.”
“Why did you do it, Sasuke? We would have taken you back.”
“For one, I didn’t want your charity and I didn’t want your forgiveness. What is there in Konoha that I want? Nothing. There’s nothing in Konoha but memories I wish to forget.” Sasuke voice was chilling for its evenness.
Then why am I here? Kakashi wondered. Don’t I bring back memories? Or does your need to control and humiliate me override even that? But he doubted Sasuke’s words; he had to feel something for his hometown.
“Nothing?”
Kakashi regretted speaking when Sasuke’s turned on him. “Nothing,” Sasuke snapped. Sasuke’s chakra flared with the rage in his voice. “Only a nagging memory that my brother wanted to save Konoha keeps me from utterly destroying it and everyone in it. So you all should get down on your knees to thank him every fucking day you’re all still alive.” He shoved Kakashi toward the bed. “That blowjob was the only sex I’ve had in weeks. Keep the fucking head band unless you’re sure you can keep that damned eye closed. I’m out of patience so take off anything you don’t want ripped off.”
For whatever reason, Sasuke shut off the lights. It did ease the nervous dread welling up in Kakashi’s gut. Fearing Sasuke was serious—actually pretty positive he was—Kakashi started to strip. He was left with only his shirt/mask when Sasuke push him onto the bed.
Sasuke moved effortlessly in the dark, either used to it or using his Sharingan to see in the pitch black. It was almost ghostly how Kakashi felt Sasuke’s weight on the bed, a knee first next to Kakashi’s thigh, a second knee on the other side, then a hand near his bicep, then the last hand mirroring the first. In the dark it was as if an invisible attacker were moving over him.
“Normally have sex with the mask on?” Sasuke asked. Kakashi assumed Sasuke was using his Sharingan to see, something he was forbidden from doing.
“No.”
“Whatever.”
Sasuke rolled him over and pinned his left shoulder to the bed, then his other hand slid between Kakashi’s legs. Kakashi jumped, but Sasuke’s grip tightened.
“Virgin?”
“Yes.”
“I figured as much. I’ll have to go slow.” Kakashi wanted to ask why he would bother. Just rape me and get it over with. But he didn’t. He felt Sasuke’s body hovered over his and it was a shock when he felt Sasuke’s lubed fingers at his entrance.
Kakashi thought he should be happy at that at least. He rested the side of his face in the pillow and shut his eyes, just letting it happen. Sasuke’s finger pressed in.
“Just relax or it will really hurt.” Sasuke’s voice wasn’t soft, it was clinical. But the next to words were lower and soothing. “Trust me.” Trust his rapist. That was funny.
But Kakashi obeyed and tried to relax, letting Sasuke’s fingers penetrate him and stretch him. This wasn’t foreplay; Sasuke didn’t try arouse him, just stretch him.
“Just remember to breathe.” Again, clinical, not caring.
Yet again, Kakashi took his advice. Part of him wondered how Sasuke knew what he was doing, whether it was common sense or experience. Come to think of it, Sasuke said he hadn’t had sex in weeks, implying he had a lover. Who? The pain of Sasuke’s hard cock entering him forced that small thought away.
Kakashi bit back a cry and tried to relax, tried to accept him, but it was difficult. It stung more than anything he’d experience in a very long time. He was certain he was feeling his flesh being stretched to the point of tearing. He wanted to cry out. He concentrated on his breathing and was surprised that he needed it; pain caused his lung to seize up; he wouldn’t have been able to scream if he tried. Concentrating on his breathing also helped him deal with the pain. Finally, he felt Sasuke’s hips press against his ass. Sasuke exhaled audibly.
“Relax, damn it,” Sasuke hissed. Kakashi tried to obey.
Once Kakashi’s body stopped gripping him to the point of pain, Sasuke pulled half way out and shoved his cock back in. Kakashi grasped, but refused to react anymore than that. Sasuke gave another few experimental thrusts before he was pulling nearly all the way out and fucking his former sensei properly. He didn’t say anything, but he did start to moan a little.
And soon, Kakashi did as well. Even before the pain died away, pleasure started to replace it. Sasuke shifted his angle and hit Kakashi’s prostate dead on. Kakashi cried out then. Sasuke took advantage of that spot and soon he had his sensei sighing his name into the pillow.
Sasuke’s hand explored Kakashi’s side, hip, and thigh, feeling the smooth skin and lean muscle there. Kakashi gripped the bedding and Sasuke bent down lower so that Kakashi could feel his breath on his neck and back through his mask/shirt and in his hair. He started pressing back into Sasuke’s thrusts. Kakashi whispered his name again as they both got close.
Kakashi was ripped from the world that had contracted to just the mere feeling in his lower body by Sasuke ripping his mask down from over his neck and Sasuke’s mouth suddenly diving for his neck. Sasuke bit and sucked at the skin aggressively through the tear in the fabric. It felt so good. His saliva trickled down his teeth and onto Kakashi’s neck. Kakashi groaned.
Sasuke’s hand migrated underneath his body to Kakashi’s erection and started jerking him off as well as he could under their combined weight. Kakashi raised himself up a little to give Sasuke more freedom there. It was a battle never really fought; Kakashi cam hard. Sasuke never stopped pounding into him and finally cam deep inside.
The only sounds were their panting. Kakashi discovered he was covered in sweat and it felt like the body above him was as well. Sasuke slipped from his body and lay next to him, regaining his breath. Neither moved or spoke for several minutes.
Finally, Kakashi asked, “Why me?”
“You hardly hesitated last time.”
“That was to save Sakura’s life. I wouldn’t hesitate to save her life no matter what.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. No one’s life was on the line, the safety of your precious village wasn’t being threatened; I threatened nothing at all. Did you think I was?”
“No,” Kakashi admitted.
“Humph.” Sasuke sat up. “You can rest here as long as you like. Then clean yourself up, dress, and come to the throne room. I think you can find your own way. Feel free to use anything of mine you need.”
Sasuke got up and entered his bathroom, turning on the light in there. Kakashi rolled onto his back. Sasuke cleaned up, left the light on, reentered the bedroom, and dressed.
“If I happen to not be there, wait there.” And then he was gone.
Kakashi lay there thinking. Damn, he’d just been fucked by one of his own students. What did that matter? He was fucking another one at home. At least Sakura was a girl. And that had not been rape. But was this really? As Sasuke said, there was no threat and he hadn’t really forced him. Sasuke’d been aggressive, but not violent. Kakashi could have resisted, but he didn’t.
But Kakashi had to be truthful with himself: he wanted to be raped. He had failed so terribly. He couldn’t save Sasuke, couldn’t stop him, couldn’t kill him. And he was the one who had taught Sasuke the basis for many of his most devastating attacks. He would have gladly accepted flogging for his failing, but this was just as bad. He’d indulged his own self-castigation.
And Kakashi’d liked it. He’d been sighing Sasuke’s name like a lover. And the name came so readily to his lips. He rubbed his head. So what? What’s done is done. Whether he enjoyed it or not, it was over. Sasuke got what he wanted and Kakashi had cum as well. He couldn’t hate Sasuke for it.
Kakashi levered himself up, stripped off his mask/shirt, and walked to the bathroom, his ass a bit sore. He took a shower cleaning all the cum from his torso and ass. He even washed his hair of the sweat and the saliva from his neck. Kakashi had to laugh just a little at the fact Sasuke used jasmine scented conditioner. Kakashi used some of it and borrowed Sasuke’s comb. He said to use anything of his.
Once he finished he noticed the edge of the love bite in the mirror. He looked for bandages and hid the mark; he’d blame it on a wound from sparing. The tear in his mask was right over it, so he could pull off the lie. He dressed and found his way back to the throne room.
Sasuke was just lounging in the throne, bored, doing nothing; his eyes were even closed. He opened them as Kakashi approached.
“Ready to go home?”
“Yes.”
Kakashi found himself suddenly back in his office facing the front of his desk. He felt others behind him and spun around. Sakura and Yamato.
“What happened?” Sakura asked.
“Sasuke summoned me.” He walked around to his chair and sat down, wincing as he did so.
“You’ve been gone over an hour, at least.”
“We talked and we sparred,” Kakashi lied. “He’s given us a means of communicating with him if we need to.” He tossed the scroll onto the desk. “He wanted to know how the memorial was coming along as well.”
“That’s all?” Yamato asked.
“And the sparring. He looks incredibly bored.” That was the truth. He sat back, letting his exhaustion show.
“Are you alright?” Yamato asked.
“Fine. He did kick my ass.” Half truth. “I’ll be fine. Did anything happen while I was gone?”
“No,” Sakura said. “I just wanted to see you and you were gone.”
“I think you should reconsider an ANBU guard,” Yamato said.
“Why? Sasuke summons me, Sasuke summons me; they can’t do anything. We need everyone rebuilding or on missions to keep us afloat. I can handle Sasuke.” He was glad his mask hid his blush.
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