Fic: Kakashi's Games (Kakashi/Sasuke)
Title: Kakashi's Games
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7125
Summary(ish?): Cat and mouse. But which is which? Hmmm.
There's only so much Naruto one can watch before ideas of jutsu manipulation start to kick in. imlikat's Irresistible just gave me that extra shove.
Sasuke had a habit of smacking into walls whenever Kakashi was around, but that’s probably because Kakashi had a habit of shoving him into them. But then, that was because he was under the impression that Sasuke liked it. Which he did, and maybe he had let it slip. Or rather he had blurted it out in a drunken mumble on a night where missions were slow and meaningful conversation was lacking.
“I like it” wasn’t said. Actually, nothing even remotely similar to that was said. But, even inebriated and with gravity steadily pulling him off the couch, Kakashi’s ability to read in between the lines was alive and well. Even if he didn’t make it known at the time.
No, almost all topics spoken about that night went ignored in the ensuing days, weeks, to the point where Sasuke even ceased berating himself for his loosened mouth and had since moved on like it never happened. Not once did it occur to him that Kakashi was waiting. For an opportunity.
Nope, not until a mysterious gloved hand presented itself from an alley and snagged him by the shirt collar on his way back from the Hokage’s office. Forced against concrete and assaulted in a way only a man who read porn would know how, it dawned on him that Kakashi listened. To everything.
Especially when it involved sex.
That’s why it was with shifty eyes that Sasuke trudged his way home, shinobi senses on high alert because it had been a full week and a half since the last ambush. Kakashi may have been clever, but Sasuke was learning. Learning to use Konoha’s main paths and to avoid anywhere sunlight didn’t touch. And, considering the darkness of the night sky above, that meant everywhere.
Snow crunched beneath his footsteps seeing as how it was that time of year. Konoha wasn’t a place for snow, and the few times they were greeted by it, it wasn’t much. Still, it was just enough to grate on his nerves. The way it wedged in every groove at the bottom of his shoes, and how it packed together causing the ground to sink an inch or so when he walked across it, and perhaps worst of all…it left prints. As a ninja raised since childbirth to be stealthy, that was something more nerve-wracking than the sound and feel combined.
The thought of speeding and dashing across rooftops had crossed his mind more than once. Not many shinobi decided to take the slow route anymore, himself included, but there was one fact that kept him firmly planted on the ground. Kakashi wouldn’t attack him in the middle of the street. He was reckless and an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid.
Yes, there was a difference.
Fwoooop!
For a blindingly split second, Sasuke didn’t know what had happened. Yet immediately after, as his cheek flooded with liquid warmth and a searing pain to match, it became alarmingly evident. From his peripheral, the hilt of a lone kunai became a badly-hidden culprit against the surrounding snow and the dark smears of red, staining the palm of his hand as he made an irritated rub at his face, had his smirk melting away faster than it came.
He’d just been attacked in the middle of the street. Kakashi really was stupid.
That, rather than the stinging in his face, was what caused his head to snap. Jaw twisting in a vicious upward jolt to face the nearby roof, lips growing dangerously thin as a hand reached automatically for the pouch at his hip.
It was dark, really dark, but he saw what he needed to. He saw the figure standing on the rooftop, lanky silhouette draped entirely in shadow, nearly invisible to anyone who wasn’t purposefully looking for it. But because he was looking for it, he saw how it stood completely still. Watching. Waiting for Sasuke to look up and scowl. And when he did, that’s when it took off.
Sasuke loathed Kakashi’s habit of playing games. Some of them, like the one currently taking place, were painfully difficult to ignore.
A good percentage of his life had been spent chasing his brother, and he would be lying if he said tracking someone down wasn’t exhilarating. Because it was. It was predatory, and primitive, and it stimulated the urge-the one to hunt, stalk, and maim-that all ninjas were born with.
It was cat and mouse. And Kakashi knew the role Sasuke preferred to play.
Long ago he’d come to the conclusion that Kakashi knew too much, but long ago he’d also failed to stop telling Kakashi too much. It was hard, though. So hard when Kakashi would pull down his mask, lower his tone, and pour words directly into his ear from behind. Or when Kakashi would place his hand on his hip and have his fingers slowly oh-so-fucking slowly brush their way inwards as Sasuke tried to sleep, when in reality the man had no business being inside his apartment to begin with.
Sometimes Sasuke would resist; fight it with every ounce of energy he could afford.
Other times-most of the time…it just felt damn near like a sin to resist.
Which was what led chakra to gather beneath his feet without a second thought. And soon he was scaling the building in a flash, reaching the rooftop in mere seconds, but not stopping there. He dashed, jumped, and sprinted, ignoring the cold air whipping harshly against his face and the way it caused his cheek to sting more prominently as he picked up speed. It didn’t bother him though, not when he could see the figure ahead and the gap between them closing faster and faster. Adrenaline burst from inside of him, heating his body from the inside out as his muscles devoured the excess energy.
The chase was perfect. Kakashi knew just when to change direction, when to feint, when to speed up, when to slow down, all the things necessary to keep Sasuke interested. Snow was flattened every few seconds as they leapt from rooftop to rooftop until the familiar buzz of numbness seeped into the arches of his feet. That’s when Sasuke really sped up.
Kakashi was fast. But Sasuke was faster. And even though the figure ahead dashed in and out of sight, seeming to blend with air itself, Sasuke knew. He knew that with one conscious thought his eyes could burn red and that Kakashi would have no chance.
But, Sasuke followed the rules. Unspoken as they were.
No jutsus. No bloodline limits. No Sharingan. Just raw ninja agility and the strength in their limber muscles. Perhaps that was also why it was exhilarating. He’d long-since surpassed Kakashi when it came to one-on-one sparring, so knowing there was a handicap, that there was even a slight chance that he wouldn’t come out on top-that kept him going.
Because he would always want to best Kakashi at his own game. But at the same time he would always want it to be a close call, to be constantly kept on his toes. Sasuke had become obsessed with Kakashi in that respect, and he’d only recently come to terms with that. After all, that carried with it an underlying urge to keep Kakashi somewhere nearby. Possibly for the rest of his life.
Although that had nothing to do with why he was chasing him now. No, right now Sasuke’s mind blazed and quivered at the thought of catching Kakashi before he wanted to be caught. His stomach clenched with the illusionary thrill of snagging Kakashi by the collar and slamming him into a wall. The sheer thought of that, more than anything else, was why Sasuke chased him. Because Kakashi never let things get that far.
No, Sasuke never laid a hand on Kakashi before Kakashi had already laid a hand on him.
Because-as stated-Sasuke followed the rules.
…But that didn’t mean Kakashi did. And this time was no exception.
Just as his feet landed in a muted crunch after his most recent jump, the figure standing at the opposite ledge of the building dispersed into a cloud of smoke. A clone-no-a diversion. Which meant Kakashi wasn’t there. He was somewhere else. Somewhere Sasuke would least expect…
“You sound a little winded.”
And suddenly, he was. But it was in no way a result of his arduous sprint, nor from the chakra aided leaps. It was the voice. Flooding into his ear in a manner that caused his fingers to twitch before he spun on his heel and launched a solid right kick to what became empty air. He stared wide-eyed at the vacant space, unable to gather his wits against the pounding of blood in his ears and the rampaging thrum of his heart. He must’ve imagined it. Kakashi wouldn’t-
“Uggh!”
The only sound he could make as a strong hand gripped the back of his neck and flung him straight into the small structure containing the building’s stairs. Cold bricks met his unmarked cheek in a cruel scrape after having just barely had enough instinct to turn his head. The bruising impact was dulled significantly by the shock of two icy hands clutching his wrists in a death grip from behind.
Something akin to nausea rose in the back of his throat as a chill heavily-induced by uncertainty rushed down his spine. From the corner of one eye he could just barely make out the figure clad in a familiar blend of dark hair and pale skin. But soon even that image was taken away as the other’s body pressed intimately up against his own, blocked out by distortion and the brief closing of Sasuke’s eyes.
When he opened them again, a familiar face burned into his retina, rendering Sasuke speechless amongst a barrage of confusion and alarm. It didn’t make sense, but twisting his neck in a manner that would leave an ache for days, he insisted on witnessing what his brain was already telling him.
He looked him dead in the eyes.
Eyes that were almond shaped, framed by black lashes, between lids that seemed to narrow into a scowl on their own accord. Eyes full of contempt and malice, yet holding a hidden something underneath. And dilated pupils that contained nothing but pitch-black that stretched on for miles.
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as he found he was indeed staring at himself.
“Kakashi,” because nobody else would pull this type of stunt, “What are you doing?”
And to Sasuke’s displeasure the other’s breath fanned out against his mouth in an unnerving burst of warmth before being replaced by the cold all too soon. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Hearing that, Sasuke had confirmation that Kakashi’s lazy tone and his voice did not mix. Sounding husky and lust-driven was a sound far too foreign to his ears, though he was sure Kakashi would beg to differ. Either way, it sent a flash of heat creeping up the side of his neck.
And he frowned it away before the other would notice, pressing his eyebrows together and looking at the row of houses across the street. As if they could keep away the surreal feeling of being crushed by his own body, or the influx of power behind the grip at his wrists.
“No, I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”
The story of his life. Long ago it had been learned and noted that Kakashi had a roundabout way of doing things. And sometimes those ways were useful and they taught the lessons they intended, such as teamwork, chakra control, and…control over other things. Sasuke fought against a flinch as he swore he felt a stray thumbnail drag along the sensitive skin of his inner wrist.
This was most certainly not one of those times.
No doubt somewhere in Kakashi’s warped mind, the sensei part of him lurked in the shadows, tag-teaming with his inner perversion to create this grand scheme. Telling him that it was perfectly alright to take the form of his ex-student’s body and approach him while inside of it. All under the impression that somehow it would be for the greater good. That beneath all the levels of wrong, a moral would find its way to the surface.
Kakashi’s thought process was for the criminally insane.
And Sasuke couldn’t fight the second flinch as an ice-cold nose nuzzled just beneath his jaw, the mouth exhaling a rather deep puff of breath against the bare skin of his neck. On purpose, he was sure. And then it trailed up, lips ghosting over his flesh so lightly that Sasuke couldn’t confirm whether it was real or imaginary. Until they were at his ear.
“An eye for an eye.”
It was whispered so heatedly and so intimately that Sasuke banged his head against the bricks in an effort to jerk away. Pain blossomed in his skull, distracting him long enough not to realize the knee suddenly pressing between his own from behind to keep him there. He hissed through clenched teeth, flexing the muscles in his arms as a warning.
This had gone on long enough. Any level of calm he’d held onto up until this point had died, replaced by a sense of anxiety and blatant disbelief. He didn’t know what kind of game Kakashi intended to play, but it wasn’t one he was willing give the green light for.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
The knee seemed to press harder at his choice of words, wedging up closer to where it would hurt. Kakashi’s brand of a warning. And it was almost entertaining because he’d never been fazed by language before.
“Sasuke-kun, I’ve listened to you,” and the lips were in no way imaginary anymore because they were right against his ear. Stroking and nudging the skin with every word, toying with him physically as much as mentally. “Now you’re going to listen to me.”
And, as fluent as he’d become in Kakashi-speak, it wasn’t until a hot tongue swept up the dried trail of blood at his cheek that it truly sunk in. What he was meaning to do. What Sasuke was going to let him do.
“You’ve lost your mind,” he said despite the way his neck tilted and how his blood was suddenly rushing. The passing drafts of wind were making the stray trails of saliva impossible to brush off, his body caught between shivering and sweating.
“Hn. Yet you’re the one talking to yourself.”
Immediately after the words left, Sasuke felt the searing stab of a tongue lapping forcefully against the blood’s source. Reopening the healing wound and forcing his eyes to clench shut as the blood rushed faster and farther away. The treatment stung in a way that let him ignore the tingling in his dead fingers and pay more attention to the way those lips felt on his skin. How thin they were against the patient circle of teeth that surrounded the wound. Dragging. Sucking. Teasing.
Remembering that it was his own tongue that sent the shockwave to his crotch, and receiving another more forceful one from the realization that it still felt good, it became hard to feign nonchalance.
“You could have dodged this.”
It took a moment to realize he was talking about the kunai, and another to internally agree. Regardless, Sasuke shook his head, twitching as the action caused his twin to nip at his cheek in disapproval. “That’s not what you would want.”
Their voices sounded identical now, and Sasuke was forced to acknowledge that. The way his breaths grew heavier and more difficult to draw in through tightly-clenched lungs, and how that somehow had his words drifting out as little more than a gust of hot air. He wasn’t winded from that voice anymore. He was winded from that body.
Being seduced by Kakashi in his own body was creating damaging results. Ones that would see his pride housed in Konoha’s hospital for at least a week, with the words “narcissism overdose” written on the file.
“So you’ve already agreed to give me what I want,” the voice purred, once again at his ear, initiating the skin-crawling sensation of goosebumps.
And to that Sasuke frowned because his earlier assessment of Kakashi had been proven wrong. Kakashi didn’t listen at all. He just heard what he wanted to, the self-centered bastard. “I haven’t agreed to anything. I was telling you the facts.”
Perhaps somewhere along the way Kakashi had also adopted Sasuke’s sense of patience, because rather than smiling and Sasuke-kun-ing him-
Tsssss!
-he instead used brute strength and frustration to whirl Sasuke’s body around one-hundred and eighty degrees, slamming his back against the wall harder than he’d slammed the front. And Sasuke would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. It did, quite a bit.
But that was kind of the point.
Kakashi was testing the waters. He knew of enough kinks to continue Jiraiya’s series of smut post-mortem, and he also knew that Sasuke wasn’t as opposed to them as he acted. They had been down this road before.
Kakashi propositioned.
Sasuke denied him.
Kakashi got Sasuke to think with his dick.
…The rest was obvious. Though it was somewhat alarming to know they were already on step three.
And as Sasuke stared ahead through tousled black bangs, he could still make out that look. Kakashi’s look on his face. The twisted smirk and the slightly sadistic leer that promised only good things, the way his jaw set into firm and sharp lines, and the way the hair hung in his face in a careless way that made Sasuke want to twist and yank it until the other’s scalp throbbed.
Against a leg-one that was thinner than what he was used to-Sasuke felt himself stiffen, hardening dramatically as he watched a pink tongue flick across a set of lips just inches away. And it was with dizzying reluctance that Sasuke came to realize he had lost both the battle and the war, because all he wanted in that single moment was to launch forward and attach his mouth to its mirror image.
“You could’ve avoided that, too,” the other Sasuke paused and the sound of a tongue clicking against teeth emerged-a very Kakashi gesture, although coupled with the general expression of dissatisfaction and condescending tone it became everything but. “The fact is, regardless of what I want, you choose to go along with it.”
Irritated, Sasuke broke the eye contact only to find his chin viciously grabbed and forced back by bruising fingers that lacked familiar calluses. Did his hands really feel that way? Involuntarily, his fingers curled at his sides to caress against his palms and he wasn’t sure whether to feel intrigued or put-off by Kakashi’s eye for detail. But then the grip on his jaw became abusive, causing Sasuke to clap his hand around his doppelganger’s wrist and clench his teeth, if only to ensure the defiance behind the motion was felt.
It was, because the other Sasuke smirked and those fingers left skin to plant themselves on the bricks, palm spreading wide as a means of balance while his body slid closer.
Sasuke’s breath caught somewhere in his throat as their torsos glided against each other.
“But despite that choice, you do everything in your power to deny it.” Sasuke visibly tensed as fingers from another hand began a feather-light spider walk down his side, but did nothing to stop it. “Is vanity really so shameful if it can produce such fascinating results?”
“Uhhh!”
His entire body lurched as that same hand swept down to cup him tightly through navy uniform pants. It didn’t move, but at the same time it wasn’t still. Sasuke could practically feel the nerves buzzing through those nimble digits, energetically awaiting a chance to evoke more sounds.
“I-”
And then the palm rolled so expertly, so exquisitely up the underside of his cock that Sasuke found his hips following the motion in a desperate arch from the wall. Cold air swept up the back of his shirt from the movement, inviting a biting chill to glide against the sweaty skin there.
“You want it,” the other urged, oddly mimicking the voice in his head-the one Sasuke had been trying to quiet since this began.
“Ah…”
This time it was the downward palm roll that cut him off, and this time Sasuke’s hips followed it on purpose. As the hand passed over him, chilled wetness followed in its wake, telling him he’d been oozing from the tip for longer than he was aware-the warmth already overrun by cold, and seconds from being replaced by more. Judging from the way his erection pulsed so readily, it wouldn’t take long, not with those fingers curling around his shaft like they fucking belonged there.
“You want it,” the other Sasuke repeated amongst the various bites and nips to the taller Sasuke’s jawline. “You want to see how far I’ll go. How far I’ll take you.”
Something in Sasuke’s stomach shook, a state of near-delirium overtaking him as those lips drew closer and closer to his mouth. Dark eyes soundlessly followed the crown of black hair and the wet trail it left in its wake, until it stopped at the corner of his mouth. As they pressed lightly against the skin there, in a hot open-mouthed kiss, Sasuke visibly shuddered, and one of his heavy exhales had the smallest of groans pushing out alongside it.
Small and unnoticeable, but both of them heard it. The signal Kakashi always waited for. The one that said he’d broken him. The one that said-
What are you waiting for?
The one that had their lips meeting as that final barrier crumbled and turned to dust.
There was no gentleness in his actions as Sasuke pulled his other self to him, against him, and twined his fingers in those fine strands of dark hair. His lips pushed urgently against an identical set, seeking to conquer and overtake what awaited just behind them. Hooking a thumb beneath the other’s chin, he tilted his twin’s head and expertly plundered forward into his mouth.
It was electrifying. The lack of stubble, the shape of the tongue, even the taste was different. Addicting, almost. In a way that had Sasuke’s tongue sweeping forward, tasting everywhere it could reach, even flicking against a chipped tooth he’d had since he was twelve when Naruto landed a lucky punch and had his face colliding with pavement. Yes, Kakashi’s analysis of his body was definitely spot-on, and he really couldn’t explain the reaction it produced within him.
Just that it caused his cock to ache and his mind to spin.
The flavor seemed to burn his tastebuds even long after the kiss ended, and Sasuke swallowed against it involuntarily, unsure of how long it would remain. Had it not been for his one hand still tangled at the back of the other’s head, it would have distracted him from the rapid decension, the lowering of a body, and the heavy crunch of knees hitting snow.
And there Kakashi was, concealed within his body, staring up at him blank-faced and silent. Cold and icy and distant, and just the right expression to have Sasuke tightening his hold and pushing that stoic face right into his crotch, grinding up against a pale cheek and grunting because he was so hard at this point that there was no use denying it.
“Do it,” he commanded with a harsh yank to pull the other Sasuke back, exhaling harshly as he wasted no time in following instructions.
Seconds later, a hot breath against his bare arousal had his toes twitching inside his shoes, and later-as the subsequent flattening tongue pressed a hard swipe against the crown-positively curling. He could feel fluid beading at the tip, creating a single centimeter-sized shield of warmth against the outside air, but that was just as quickly licked away. And then lips were surrounding him, feeling so soft and not Kakashi that it had Sasuke’s free hand tangling in his own hair, pulling just as roughly as the one guiding that face further onto his cock.
He was alarmed at how hard it was. How hard it was not to positively shove that mouth forward, fucking into it and abusing it until lips became dark and swollen and sore. Because they looked so unbelievable when they stretched around his cock, tightened with the pressure of sucking.
It was sick.
He was sick.
But he didn’t let that stop him from enjoying it. From groaning aloud at every stroke of that wet, gripping mouth. From wishing he’d listened all of those times Kakashi told him to look in the mirror. To watch the way he looked when he was like this. He was definitely seeing it now.
And suddenly he was caught between thinking and not thinking, a hazy idea formulating itself in the recesses of his mind only to be washed away. But then it came back twice as strong, demanding, insisting, which led to him considering. One by one his fingers lessened their grip from the bobbing head until his hand pulled away completely. His palms were sweaty as they fell back against the wall in a brief display of uncertainty before they pulled together to clasp in front of his chest.
He didn’t look up as he formed the symbols, instead focusing intently on the inky tendrils of hair moving below him, not once taking his eyes away, even as his body experienced the buzzing stretch of a successful transformation.
It was worth it. Completely worth it to feel the bricks catch on the back of his shirt as he slid upward, to watch through one eye as his lower half widened, the hair under his naval glow white, and his cock grow suddenly longer…thicker. Expanding those lips, making them stretch wide, and feeling the sudden clamp of a throat as the tip of his engorged dick plowed into the back as he bucked forward.
It was worth it to know that for once he had been one step ahead of Kakashi, and it caused his own lips to split into a sneer from behind his newly-masked face.
The Sasuke at his feet sputtered and choked out a cough as he roughly pulled back, brows knotting as he slowly, calculatingly wiped the line of saliva from his chin. But then he looked up, and dark eyes took in the tall figure slumped into a lazy recline against the bricks, and the frown disappeared quickly. That’s when an understanding smile and expression of interest took over.
“How’s it feel?”
Like I’m in the body of a pervert was what he wanted to say, what he would have said. But right now he wasn’t himself, so he made a show of looking vaguely contemplative, of pursing his lips behind navy cloth-which felt pleasurably magnetic in the way it clung to his face-and appearing like he overall could do with or without that face hovering over his cock.
“It’s something.”
His response must have been satisfactory, because the Sasuke at his feet nodded perceptively before eyes went ominously dark and knees pulled together to add a few inches of height, to make him once again level with “Kakashi’s” crotch. Hands skidded up the wall to box in naked hips, and from there thumbs reached to trace the indents in muscle. “That doesn’t make me want to stop.”
“Quite the opposite, I would assume.” That was both a polite jab at Kakashi’s own level of suspected narcissism, and a perfect excuse for him to speak-to hear himself talk. In Kakashi’s voice, that velvety bedroom voice that made him flinch on his best days and positively tremble on his worst. Right now was somewhere in between.
“To see things from your perspective…” hot breath trailed down his shaft as the words spilled out, an even hotter tongue pushing beyond the barrier of pants to curl against the sac beneath, “it’s quite interesting, Sasuke-kun.”
His brows buckled harshly behind the forehead protector as that mouth went back to work, and his teeth clenched tight. Something about Kakashi’s skill coupled with his tongue and lips and spit had his knees bending and his body dangerously close to losing its foundation. His hand launched itself back out to snag hair, but changed directions halfway to instead trace the curve of a soft cheek.
And the Sasuke at his feet moaned from deep in his throat as he trailed rough-textured fingers in light paths down the side of his face, replaced almost instantly by a leather-covered palm. He cupped that cheek, feeling it hollow and release and hollow again, the throat underneath treating his fingertips to the enticing sensation of flexing and swallowing.
Suddenly the henge was becoming difficult to maintain. His chakra practically rippled beneath his skin as arousal began to override his concentration. Perspiration had the mask sticking to his cheeks and chin as he tried his best to focus and regain control, and an unexpected deepthroat from below had him redoubling his efforts.
But then those lips pulled off of him, glistening and reddened yet still possessing the ability to smirk. God forbid Kakashi ever lose his ability to smirk.
“It’s not easy, is it?” he remarked, rising from the ground and making a show of brushing the snow from his saturated uniform pants. “It took me a full week to get comfortable doing this type of activity with a henge.”
That earned a one-eyed stare. Sasuke knew Kakashi had been up to something this week, although hearing just what he’d been up to was somewhat surprising. “This type of activity”…abruptly he was struck with images of Kakashi in his apartment, jutsu in place, likely naked in front of the mirror and touching himself, observing every little move and teaching his chakra to adapt to the added state of arousal.
“What dedication,” it sounded sarcastic, but really his mouth was on autopilot as he attempted to chase those images away. However, the only thing he succeeded in doing was diverting his gaze and feeling a flush creep up his neck.
“Dedication is important,” the mock-Sasuke replied, coming forward to meld their bodies together. It was a much better fit now that they weren’t both the same height, more familiar at least, although it was a strange feeling to be the taller one. Lips came to drag slowly against masked ones in a parody of what the real Sasuke usually did. “Wouldn’t want to run out of steam before the real fun starts, hm?”
Sasuke knew he wouldn’t be fucking Kakashi like this, despite how intriguing the idea had quickly become. The fact was if he couldn’t even focus through getting sucked off, there was no way he would be able to concentrate enough to do that. Though, as cold nimble fingers swiveled his hips toward the wall, it seemed the decision had already been made.
The fabric at his cheek repeatedly snagged against the gritty texture of the bricks, but he kept his face planted there for the sake of convenience as his waist was cocked outward and uniform pants were forced past his thighs. “Think you’re up to this task?”
There was a brief sound of pants unzipping, and then a familiar-yet-foreign body closed in to press intimately against him. The unmistakable hardness of an exposed erection smoothly slid against his crack, creating a blazingly hot path as it settled there. Shorter and thinner, but still initiating all the right reactions as he felt his breath catch and untouched cock perform an eager leap toward his stomach.
“I don’t see why not. I am rather attractive from this angle,” came the voice from behind, sounding confident as ever but weighed heavily down by lust and desire.
Hips did a slow forward thrust, dragging pure heat in a tease along the place that craved it. His breath increased to that of soft gasps at the feel of his body draping across his back, muscles quaking and jumping under skillful fingers as they trailed beneath his shirt, mapping every scar and piece of raised skin they could find. And he couldn’t help but listen to how small groans fell from the mouth at his shoulder.
Kakashi was so into this.
That, more than anything else, was what had his hips bucking back in a slow grind, positively shivering as answering hips pressed eagerly forward. What felt like a searing hot drop of liquid fell against the flesh of his lower back, confirming just how far gone the other was. He’d never seen Kakashi quite like this, and it only made him want to give him what he wanted.
“No fingers,” he breathed, the borrowed voice of Kakashi cracking halfway through. With one eye, he gazed over his shoulder at the mock-Sasuke whose mouth hung halfway open, who regarded him with two glazed-over black eyes and only had enough sense to half-nod.
He turned back to the wall, resting his forehead against it and holding his breath during the next few agonizing seconds. He felt the dying warmth as the other pulled away, heard the searching hands checking pocket after pocket because no doubt Kakashi would henge a Sasuke with lube already on him, and he looked down to stare at his huge erection that felt suddenly harder and heavier than any other he’d had in his life.
And then a hand returned, gripping the side of his waist as a foot urgently nudged his legs to spread wider, which he obeyed, sliding his feet apart in the snow-turned-slush. Then came the overwhelming fire as cheeks were parted and a blunt, slick tip nudged his entrance, seeming to push and hold back at the same time. He didn’t have to look to know the other was poised behind him, staring at where their bodies were about to connect, likely undergoing the liquefying sensation of a jutsu about to end.
Shockingly enough, Sasuke felt himself silently encouraging Kakashi to hold on, to keep this experience going, just for a little longer…long enough to feel it. His fingers were twitching at either side of his head, unable to keep still under the influence of anticipation, because he knew everything came down to this moment. So he waited, body locked in place, heart ticking in his chest, until Kakashi began to push.
Extra slow.
It was…bizarre. Bizarre in the way he could recognize the change in girth, the slightly altered texture, the more tapered crown as the rim slid wetly past his ring of muscle. Briefly, he wondered if the same could be said from the other end, if that somehow Kakashi could feel the difference between plunging into Sasuke’s body and burrowing into his own. The idea alone was enough to make him shiver and pant, before being encompassed by the corrosive heat of something being pushed inside of him, dragging along and contorting his inner walls. So slick, so steadily, and with the burning stretching sensation of an entrance untouched by preparation.
It was intense.
His head dropped between his shoulders, tiny electric currents seeming to crisscross in every which direction as that cock dug deeper. Fingers, riddled with tension, flexed several times against the wall before gathering strength and throwing caution to the wind, propelling his body backwards, sealing their hips together with an audible smack of flesh.
And shudders wracked his spine as the movement was met and countered with an answering push, shoving forward and creating a mind-numbing pressure and tightness that neither would ever be able to properly describe, the hand at his waist gripping, securing the position as hips did a slow circular grind right up into his ass.
A strangled choke wedged somewhere in his throat, the immediate bursts of pleasure drowning out the concern over his quickly destabilizing chakra because now Kakashi was thrusting, using the narrow hips of Sasuke’s body to create rapid, lurching snaps that his larger frame normally wouldn’t allow. Lightning-fast, stabbing, and each time charging from a different angle that overall had his insides throbbing and clenching everywhere.
Between his spread thighs, his-Kakashi’s-dick bounced with each jerky movement, angry red and precum dribbling from the tip. So many times he found himself reaching and halting, knowing that the second he moved to stroke it the jutsu would be lost, and he wasn’t exactly ready to let go just yet. Not when the sight of his heaving muscled torso, under the clinging material of his shirt, looked so sinful from beneath his outstretched arms, or when the slight addition to height seemed to make this position near perfect, and most definitely not when he could hear the way Kakashi lowered the octaves of his voice to sound unbelievably sexy.
So he didn’t move, arched and breathing as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world, feeling that cock pounding into him from behind and shuddering, because each time he bucked back against it another piece of willpower was chipped away. The mental wall he’d erected for concentration was growing distorted and transparent as those hips shoved forward, deeper, harder. But still, he clung to it, forcing himself to hold on, to ride it out as together their movements became erratic against the brick wall.
“Sasuke,” a voice whispered out from somewhere over his shoulder, sounding strained and breathless. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
Before he could even begin to comprehend the words, the body behind him seized, completely frozen mid-thrust as Kakashi released the jutsu, and ridding Sasuke of his own as the alarm of his abruptly shifting insides truly took over.
Amid the reformation, Sasuke’s mouth fell open as the cock inside of him twitched and then stretched, tunneling forward as it lengthened, turning his slightly loosened walls into a tensed death grip in response to the sudden expansion. He was full, so inexplicably full, and just as Kakashi’s body regained its height, Sasuke’s lost it, shrinking down those few scant inches, successfully impaling his ass even further.
It ripped the howl right from his vocal chords, sounding shocked and disturbed and aroused.
Sasuke clawed at the wall ahead as Kakashi wasted no time in resuming, bending his knees to retrieve their previous angle. The grunts and growls and “Fuck, Sasuke!”s returned with an even greater frequency, much more appropriate now that they had their correct voice match, and altogether sounding beyond lewd.
It was Kakashi.
And that’s what had Sasuke desperately gripping his cock, giving it quick and harsh pumps, because really nothing else could compare to Kakashi. Nothing compared to the strong, deliberate thrusts that would leave him raw, the audible smacking of bare skin colliding, those huge hands grabbing and pawing everywhere they could reach-in his hair, on his hips, across his chest-nothing.
So it was understandable to know that Sasuke didn’t last long, and somewhat understandable that Kakashi lasted even less than that.
Their motions escalated to form one big movement of pushing, pressing, and breathing. Their hands fisted in each other’s clothes as Kakashi’s dick twitched, and convulsed, shooting burst after burst of liquid fire into Sasuke’s body. And they stayed that way, completely still as Sasuke’s hand became a blur over his cock, stroking, sliding, and gliding his way to a release heavily stimulated by Kakashi’s softening flesh continuing to jerk and spit inside him.
Even after, neither moved. They remained debauched and disheveled, naked in the only place it counted, and slumped together against the wall, panting through the dying tremors and wisps of pleasure. But soon the bricks became cold and rough against Sasuke’s now-exposed face and Kakashi’s body-while often welcome-was creating an awful pain in his spine.
As they slipped apart and pants were pulled up, zipped, and buckled, Sasuke caught Kakashi eyeing his cheek. It was then he became aware of the slight pull of tightened skin, informing him the wound had since healed. Obviously his glare was marginally thrown off by the throbbing in his ass, but it didn’t stop him from attempting.
“The next time you have a week to plan something like this-”
“Oh-ho, scheduling another date already?”
Sasuke paused, momentarily forgetting what he had initially planned to say. Another date…did he really want to do this again? The look on Kakashi’s face clearly said “if you deny it, I’ll know you’re lying” and he scoffed in a response that wanted to say something back, but couldn’t.
“The jutsu strengthens the more you use it,” Kakashi continued, to break the silence, “I’d hate to give up on it after its trial run. Just imagine the possibilities once you’ve increased your endurance.”
A pause.
“I’ll even let you in on my preferred method of training.”
The word training in that sense was laughable, but it had the images from earlier already coming back, more vivid than ever. And suddenly the idea of something like this happening again didn’t seem so unlikely. All too quickly, he remembered the taste of his own mouth, the texture of his own skin, the feeling of being fucked by his own body…yeah, he probably would do it again.
Because, while nothing ever compared to Kakashi…he was still a close second.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7125
Summary(ish?): Cat and mouse. But which is which? Hmmm.
There's only so much Naruto one can watch before ideas of jutsu manipulation start to kick in. imlikat's Irresistible just gave me that extra shove.
Sasuke had a habit of smacking into walls whenever Kakashi was around, but that’s probably because Kakashi had a habit of shoving him into them. But then, that was because he was under the impression that Sasuke liked it. Which he did, and maybe he had let it slip. Or rather he had blurted it out in a drunken mumble on a night where missions were slow and meaningful conversation was lacking.
“I like it” wasn’t said. Actually, nothing even remotely similar to that was said. But, even inebriated and with gravity steadily pulling him off the couch, Kakashi’s ability to read in between the lines was alive and well. Even if he didn’t make it known at the time.
No, almost all topics spoken about that night went ignored in the ensuing days, weeks, to the point where Sasuke even ceased berating himself for his loosened mouth and had since moved on like it never happened. Not once did it occur to him that Kakashi was waiting. For an opportunity.
Nope, not until a mysterious gloved hand presented itself from an alley and snagged him by the shirt collar on his way back from the Hokage’s office. Forced against concrete and assaulted in a way only a man who read porn would know how, it dawned on him that Kakashi listened. To everything.
Especially when it involved sex.
That’s why it was with shifty eyes that Sasuke trudged his way home, shinobi senses on high alert because it had been a full week and a half since the last ambush. Kakashi may have been clever, but Sasuke was learning. Learning to use Konoha’s main paths and to avoid anywhere sunlight didn’t touch. And, considering the darkness of the night sky above, that meant everywhere.
Snow crunched beneath his footsteps seeing as how it was that time of year. Konoha wasn’t a place for snow, and the few times they were greeted by it, it wasn’t much. Still, it was just enough to grate on his nerves. The way it wedged in every groove at the bottom of his shoes, and how it packed together causing the ground to sink an inch or so when he walked across it, and perhaps worst of all…it left prints. As a ninja raised since childbirth to be stealthy, that was something more nerve-wracking than the sound and feel combined.
The thought of speeding and dashing across rooftops had crossed his mind more than once. Not many shinobi decided to take the slow route anymore, himself included, but there was one fact that kept him firmly planted on the ground. Kakashi wouldn’t attack him in the middle of the street. He was reckless and an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid.
Yes, there was a difference.
Fwoooop!
For a blindingly split second, Sasuke didn’t know what had happened. Yet immediately after, as his cheek flooded with liquid warmth and a searing pain to match, it became alarmingly evident. From his peripheral, the hilt of a lone kunai became a badly-hidden culprit against the surrounding snow and the dark smears of red, staining the palm of his hand as he made an irritated rub at his face, had his smirk melting away faster than it came.
He’d just been attacked in the middle of the street. Kakashi really was stupid.
That, rather than the stinging in his face, was what caused his head to snap. Jaw twisting in a vicious upward jolt to face the nearby roof, lips growing dangerously thin as a hand reached automatically for the pouch at his hip.
It was dark, really dark, but he saw what he needed to. He saw the figure standing on the rooftop, lanky silhouette draped entirely in shadow, nearly invisible to anyone who wasn’t purposefully looking for it. But because he was looking for it, he saw how it stood completely still. Watching. Waiting for Sasuke to look up and scowl. And when he did, that’s when it took off.
Sasuke loathed Kakashi’s habit of playing games. Some of them, like the one currently taking place, were painfully difficult to ignore.
A good percentage of his life had been spent chasing his brother, and he would be lying if he said tracking someone down wasn’t exhilarating. Because it was. It was predatory, and primitive, and it stimulated the urge-the one to hunt, stalk, and maim-that all ninjas were born with.
It was cat and mouse. And Kakashi knew the role Sasuke preferred to play.
Long ago he’d come to the conclusion that Kakashi knew too much, but long ago he’d also failed to stop telling Kakashi too much. It was hard, though. So hard when Kakashi would pull down his mask, lower his tone, and pour words directly into his ear from behind. Or when Kakashi would place his hand on his hip and have his fingers slowly oh-so-fucking slowly brush their way inwards as Sasuke tried to sleep, when in reality the man had no business being inside his apartment to begin with.
Sometimes Sasuke would resist; fight it with every ounce of energy he could afford.
Other times-most of the time…it just felt damn near like a sin to resist.
Which was what led chakra to gather beneath his feet without a second thought. And soon he was scaling the building in a flash, reaching the rooftop in mere seconds, but not stopping there. He dashed, jumped, and sprinted, ignoring the cold air whipping harshly against his face and the way it caused his cheek to sting more prominently as he picked up speed. It didn’t bother him though, not when he could see the figure ahead and the gap between them closing faster and faster. Adrenaline burst from inside of him, heating his body from the inside out as his muscles devoured the excess energy.
The chase was perfect. Kakashi knew just when to change direction, when to feint, when to speed up, when to slow down, all the things necessary to keep Sasuke interested. Snow was flattened every few seconds as they leapt from rooftop to rooftop until the familiar buzz of numbness seeped into the arches of his feet. That’s when Sasuke really sped up.
Kakashi was fast. But Sasuke was faster. And even though the figure ahead dashed in and out of sight, seeming to blend with air itself, Sasuke knew. He knew that with one conscious thought his eyes could burn red and that Kakashi would have no chance.
But, Sasuke followed the rules. Unspoken as they were.
No jutsus. No bloodline limits. No Sharingan. Just raw ninja agility and the strength in their limber muscles. Perhaps that was also why it was exhilarating. He’d long-since surpassed Kakashi when it came to one-on-one sparring, so knowing there was a handicap, that there was even a slight chance that he wouldn’t come out on top-that kept him going.
Because he would always want to best Kakashi at his own game. But at the same time he would always want it to be a close call, to be constantly kept on his toes. Sasuke had become obsessed with Kakashi in that respect, and he’d only recently come to terms with that. After all, that carried with it an underlying urge to keep Kakashi somewhere nearby. Possibly for the rest of his life.
Although that had nothing to do with why he was chasing him now. No, right now Sasuke’s mind blazed and quivered at the thought of catching Kakashi before he wanted to be caught. His stomach clenched with the illusionary thrill of snagging Kakashi by the collar and slamming him into a wall. The sheer thought of that, more than anything else, was why Sasuke chased him. Because Kakashi never let things get that far.
No, Sasuke never laid a hand on Kakashi before Kakashi had already laid a hand on him.
Because-as stated-Sasuke followed the rules.
…But that didn’t mean Kakashi did. And this time was no exception.
Just as his feet landed in a muted crunch after his most recent jump, the figure standing at the opposite ledge of the building dispersed into a cloud of smoke. A clone-no-a diversion. Which meant Kakashi wasn’t there. He was somewhere else. Somewhere Sasuke would least expect…
“You sound a little winded.”
And suddenly, he was. But it was in no way a result of his arduous sprint, nor from the chakra aided leaps. It was the voice. Flooding into his ear in a manner that caused his fingers to twitch before he spun on his heel and launched a solid right kick to what became empty air. He stared wide-eyed at the vacant space, unable to gather his wits against the pounding of blood in his ears and the rampaging thrum of his heart. He must’ve imagined it. Kakashi wouldn’t-
“Uggh!”
The only sound he could make as a strong hand gripped the back of his neck and flung him straight into the small structure containing the building’s stairs. Cold bricks met his unmarked cheek in a cruel scrape after having just barely had enough instinct to turn his head. The bruising impact was dulled significantly by the shock of two icy hands clutching his wrists in a death grip from behind.
Something akin to nausea rose in the back of his throat as a chill heavily-induced by uncertainty rushed down his spine. From the corner of one eye he could just barely make out the figure clad in a familiar blend of dark hair and pale skin. But soon even that image was taken away as the other’s body pressed intimately up against his own, blocked out by distortion and the brief closing of Sasuke’s eyes.
When he opened them again, a familiar face burned into his retina, rendering Sasuke speechless amongst a barrage of confusion and alarm. It didn’t make sense, but twisting his neck in a manner that would leave an ache for days, he insisted on witnessing what his brain was already telling him.
He looked him dead in the eyes.
Eyes that were almond shaped, framed by black lashes, between lids that seemed to narrow into a scowl on their own accord. Eyes full of contempt and malice, yet holding a hidden something underneath. And dilated pupils that contained nothing but pitch-black that stretched on for miles.
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as he found he was indeed staring at himself.
“Kakashi,” because nobody else would pull this type of stunt, “What are you doing?”
And to Sasuke’s displeasure the other’s breath fanned out against his mouth in an unnerving burst of warmth before being replaced by the cold all too soon. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Hearing that, Sasuke had confirmation that Kakashi’s lazy tone and his voice did not mix. Sounding husky and lust-driven was a sound far too foreign to his ears, though he was sure Kakashi would beg to differ. Either way, it sent a flash of heat creeping up the side of his neck.
And he frowned it away before the other would notice, pressing his eyebrows together and looking at the row of houses across the street. As if they could keep away the surreal feeling of being crushed by his own body, or the influx of power behind the grip at his wrists.
“No, I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”
The story of his life. Long ago it had been learned and noted that Kakashi had a roundabout way of doing things. And sometimes those ways were useful and they taught the lessons they intended, such as teamwork, chakra control, and…control over other things. Sasuke fought against a flinch as he swore he felt a stray thumbnail drag along the sensitive skin of his inner wrist.
This was most certainly not one of those times.
No doubt somewhere in Kakashi’s warped mind, the sensei part of him lurked in the shadows, tag-teaming with his inner perversion to create this grand scheme. Telling him that it was perfectly alright to take the form of his ex-student’s body and approach him while inside of it. All under the impression that somehow it would be for the greater good. That beneath all the levels of wrong, a moral would find its way to the surface.
Kakashi’s thought process was for the criminally insane.
And Sasuke couldn’t fight the second flinch as an ice-cold nose nuzzled just beneath his jaw, the mouth exhaling a rather deep puff of breath against the bare skin of his neck. On purpose, he was sure. And then it trailed up, lips ghosting over his flesh so lightly that Sasuke couldn’t confirm whether it was real or imaginary. Until they were at his ear.
“An eye for an eye.”
It was whispered so heatedly and so intimately that Sasuke banged his head against the bricks in an effort to jerk away. Pain blossomed in his skull, distracting him long enough not to realize the knee suddenly pressing between his own from behind to keep him there. He hissed through clenched teeth, flexing the muscles in his arms as a warning.
This had gone on long enough. Any level of calm he’d held onto up until this point had died, replaced by a sense of anxiety and blatant disbelief. He didn’t know what kind of game Kakashi intended to play, but it wasn’t one he was willing give the green light for.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
The knee seemed to press harder at his choice of words, wedging up closer to where it would hurt. Kakashi’s brand of a warning. And it was almost entertaining because he’d never been fazed by language before.
“Sasuke-kun, I’ve listened to you,” and the lips were in no way imaginary anymore because they were right against his ear. Stroking and nudging the skin with every word, toying with him physically as much as mentally. “Now you’re going to listen to me.”
And, as fluent as he’d become in Kakashi-speak, it wasn’t until a hot tongue swept up the dried trail of blood at his cheek that it truly sunk in. What he was meaning to do. What Sasuke was going to let him do.
“You’ve lost your mind,” he said despite the way his neck tilted and how his blood was suddenly rushing. The passing drafts of wind were making the stray trails of saliva impossible to brush off, his body caught between shivering and sweating.
“Hn. Yet you’re the one talking to yourself.”
Immediately after the words left, Sasuke felt the searing stab of a tongue lapping forcefully against the blood’s source. Reopening the healing wound and forcing his eyes to clench shut as the blood rushed faster and farther away. The treatment stung in a way that let him ignore the tingling in his dead fingers and pay more attention to the way those lips felt on his skin. How thin they were against the patient circle of teeth that surrounded the wound. Dragging. Sucking. Teasing.
Remembering that it was his own tongue that sent the shockwave to his crotch, and receiving another more forceful one from the realization that it still felt good, it became hard to feign nonchalance.
“You could have dodged this.”
It took a moment to realize he was talking about the kunai, and another to internally agree. Regardless, Sasuke shook his head, twitching as the action caused his twin to nip at his cheek in disapproval. “That’s not what you would want.”
Their voices sounded identical now, and Sasuke was forced to acknowledge that. The way his breaths grew heavier and more difficult to draw in through tightly-clenched lungs, and how that somehow had his words drifting out as little more than a gust of hot air. He wasn’t winded from that voice anymore. He was winded from that body.
Being seduced by Kakashi in his own body was creating damaging results. Ones that would see his pride housed in Konoha’s hospital for at least a week, with the words “narcissism overdose” written on the file.
“So you’ve already agreed to give me what I want,” the voice purred, once again at his ear, initiating the skin-crawling sensation of goosebumps.
And to that Sasuke frowned because his earlier assessment of Kakashi had been proven wrong. Kakashi didn’t listen at all. He just heard what he wanted to, the self-centered bastard. “I haven’t agreed to anything. I was telling you the facts.”
Perhaps somewhere along the way Kakashi had also adopted Sasuke’s sense of patience, because rather than smiling and Sasuke-kun-ing him-
Tsssss!
-he instead used brute strength and frustration to whirl Sasuke’s body around one-hundred and eighty degrees, slamming his back against the wall harder than he’d slammed the front. And Sasuke would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. It did, quite a bit.
But that was kind of the point.
Kakashi was testing the waters. He knew of enough kinks to continue Jiraiya’s series of smut post-mortem, and he also knew that Sasuke wasn’t as opposed to them as he acted. They had been down this road before.
Kakashi propositioned.
Sasuke denied him.
Kakashi got Sasuke to think with his dick.
…The rest was obvious. Though it was somewhat alarming to know they were already on step three.
And as Sasuke stared ahead through tousled black bangs, he could still make out that look. Kakashi’s look on his face. The twisted smirk and the slightly sadistic leer that promised only good things, the way his jaw set into firm and sharp lines, and the way the hair hung in his face in a careless way that made Sasuke want to twist and yank it until the other’s scalp throbbed.
Against a leg-one that was thinner than what he was used to-Sasuke felt himself stiffen, hardening dramatically as he watched a pink tongue flick across a set of lips just inches away. And it was with dizzying reluctance that Sasuke came to realize he had lost both the battle and the war, because all he wanted in that single moment was to launch forward and attach his mouth to its mirror image.
“You could’ve avoided that, too,” the other Sasuke paused and the sound of a tongue clicking against teeth emerged-a very Kakashi gesture, although coupled with the general expression of dissatisfaction and condescending tone it became everything but. “The fact is, regardless of what I want, you choose to go along with it.”
Irritated, Sasuke broke the eye contact only to find his chin viciously grabbed and forced back by bruising fingers that lacked familiar calluses. Did his hands really feel that way? Involuntarily, his fingers curled at his sides to caress against his palms and he wasn’t sure whether to feel intrigued or put-off by Kakashi’s eye for detail. But then the grip on his jaw became abusive, causing Sasuke to clap his hand around his doppelganger’s wrist and clench his teeth, if only to ensure the defiance behind the motion was felt.
It was, because the other Sasuke smirked and those fingers left skin to plant themselves on the bricks, palm spreading wide as a means of balance while his body slid closer.
Sasuke’s breath caught somewhere in his throat as their torsos glided against each other.
“But despite that choice, you do everything in your power to deny it.” Sasuke visibly tensed as fingers from another hand began a feather-light spider walk down his side, but did nothing to stop it. “Is vanity really so shameful if it can produce such fascinating results?”
“Uhhh!”
His entire body lurched as that same hand swept down to cup him tightly through navy uniform pants. It didn’t move, but at the same time it wasn’t still. Sasuke could practically feel the nerves buzzing through those nimble digits, energetically awaiting a chance to evoke more sounds.
“I-”
And then the palm rolled so expertly, so exquisitely up the underside of his cock that Sasuke found his hips following the motion in a desperate arch from the wall. Cold air swept up the back of his shirt from the movement, inviting a biting chill to glide against the sweaty skin there.
“You want it,” the other urged, oddly mimicking the voice in his head-the one Sasuke had been trying to quiet since this began.
“Ah…”
This time it was the downward palm roll that cut him off, and this time Sasuke’s hips followed it on purpose. As the hand passed over him, chilled wetness followed in its wake, telling him he’d been oozing from the tip for longer than he was aware-the warmth already overrun by cold, and seconds from being replaced by more. Judging from the way his erection pulsed so readily, it wouldn’t take long, not with those fingers curling around his shaft like they fucking belonged there.
“You want it,” the other Sasuke repeated amongst the various bites and nips to the taller Sasuke’s jawline. “You want to see how far I’ll go. How far I’ll take you.”
Something in Sasuke’s stomach shook, a state of near-delirium overtaking him as those lips drew closer and closer to his mouth. Dark eyes soundlessly followed the crown of black hair and the wet trail it left in its wake, until it stopped at the corner of his mouth. As they pressed lightly against the skin there, in a hot open-mouthed kiss, Sasuke visibly shuddered, and one of his heavy exhales had the smallest of groans pushing out alongside it.
Small and unnoticeable, but both of them heard it. The signal Kakashi always waited for. The one that said he’d broken him. The one that said-
What are you waiting for?
The one that had their lips meeting as that final barrier crumbled and turned to dust.
There was no gentleness in his actions as Sasuke pulled his other self to him, against him, and twined his fingers in those fine strands of dark hair. His lips pushed urgently against an identical set, seeking to conquer and overtake what awaited just behind them. Hooking a thumb beneath the other’s chin, he tilted his twin’s head and expertly plundered forward into his mouth.
It was electrifying. The lack of stubble, the shape of the tongue, even the taste was different. Addicting, almost. In a way that had Sasuke’s tongue sweeping forward, tasting everywhere it could reach, even flicking against a chipped tooth he’d had since he was twelve when Naruto landed a lucky punch and had his face colliding with pavement. Yes, Kakashi’s analysis of his body was definitely spot-on, and he really couldn’t explain the reaction it produced within him.
Just that it caused his cock to ache and his mind to spin.
The flavor seemed to burn his tastebuds even long after the kiss ended, and Sasuke swallowed against it involuntarily, unsure of how long it would remain. Had it not been for his one hand still tangled at the back of the other’s head, it would have distracted him from the rapid decension, the lowering of a body, and the heavy crunch of knees hitting snow.
And there Kakashi was, concealed within his body, staring up at him blank-faced and silent. Cold and icy and distant, and just the right expression to have Sasuke tightening his hold and pushing that stoic face right into his crotch, grinding up against a pale cheek and grunting because he was so hard at this point that there was no use denying it.
“Do it,” he commanded with a harsh yank to pull the other Sasuke back, exhaling harshly as he wasted no time in following instructions.
Seconds later, a hot breath against his bare arousal had his toes twitching inside his shoes, and later-as the subsequent flattening tongue pressed a hard swipe against the crown-positively curling. He could feel fluid beading at the tip, creating a single centimeter-sized shield of warmth against the outside air, but that was just as quickly licked away. And then lips were surrounding him, feeling so soft and not Kakashi that it had Sasuke’s free hand tangling in his own hair, pulling just as roughly as the one guiding that face further onto his cock.
He was alarmed at how hard it was. How hard it was not to positively shove that mouth forward, fucking into it and abusing it until lips became dark and swollen and sore. Because they looked so unbelievable when they stretched around his cock, tightened with the pressure of sucking.
It was sick.
He was sick.
But he didn’t let that stop him from enjoying it. From groaning aloud at every stroke of that wet, gripping mouth. From wishing he’d listened all of those times Kakashi told him to look in the mirror. To watch the way he looked when he was like this. He was definitely seeing it now.
And suddenly he was caught between thinking and not thinking, a hazy idea formulating itself in the recesses of his mind only to be washed away. But then it came back twice as strong, demanding, insisting, which led to him considering. One by one his fingers lessened their grip from the bobbing head until his hand pulled away completely. His palms were sweaty as they fell back against the wall in a brief display of uncertainty before they pulled together to clasp in front of his chest.
He didn’t look up as he formed the symbols, instead focusing intently on the inky tendrils of hair moving below him, not once taking his eyes away, even as his body experienced the buzzing stretch of a successful transformation.
It was worth it. Completely worth it to feel the bricks catch on the back of his shirt as he slid upward, to watch through one eye as his lower half widened, the hair under his naval glow white, and his cock grow suddenly longer…thicker. Expanding those lips, making them stretch wide, and feeling the sudden clamp of a throat as the tip of his engorged dick plowed into the back as he bucked forward.
It was worth it to know that for once he had been one step ahead of Kakashi, and it caused his own lips to split into a sneer from behind his newly-masked face.
The Sasuke at his feet sputtered and choked out a cough as he roughly pulled back, brows knotting as he slowly, calculatingly wiped the line of saliva from his chin. But then he looked up, and dark eyes took in the tall figure slumped into a lazy recline against the bricks, and the frown disappeared quickly. That’s when an understanding smile and expression of interest took over.
“How’s it feel?”
Like I’m in the body of a pervert was what he wanted to say, what he would have said. But right now he wasn’t himself, so he made a show of looking vaguely contemplative, of pursing his lips behind navy cloth-which felt pleasurably magnetic in the way it clung to his face-and appearing like he overall could do with or without that face hovering over his cock.
“It’s something.”
His response must have been satisfactory, because the Sasuke at his feet nodded perceptively before eyes went ominously dark and knees pulled together to add a few inches of height, to make him once again level with “Kakashi’s” crotch. Hands skidded up the wall to box in naked hips, and from there thumbs reached to trace the indents in muscle. “That doesn’t make me want to stop.”
“Quite the opposite, I would assume.” That was both a polite jab at Kakashi’s own level of suspected narcissism, and a perfect excuse for him to speak-to hear himself talk. In Kakashi’s voice, that velvety bedroom voice that made him flinch on his best days and positively tremble on his worst. Right now was somewhere in between.
“To see things from your perspective…” hot breath trailed down his shaft as the words spilled out, an even hotter tongue pushing beyond the barrier of pants to curl against the sac beneath, “it’s quite interesting, Sasuke-kun.”
His brows buckled harshly behind the forehead protector as that mouth went back to work, and his teeth clenched tight. Something about Kakashi’s skill coupled with his tongue and lips and spit had his knees bending and his body dangerously close to losing its foundation. His hand launched itself back out to snag hair, but changed directions halfway to instead trace the curve of a soft cheek.
And the Sasuke at his feet moaned from deep in his throat as he trailed rough-textured fingers in light paths down the side of his face, replaced almost instantly by a leather-covered palm. He cupped that cheek, feeling it hollow and release and hollow again, the throat underneath treating his fingertips to the enticing sensation of flexing and swallowing.
Suddenly the henge was becoming difficult to maintain. His chakra practically rippled beneath his skin as arousal began to override his concentration. Perspiration had the mask sticking to his cheeks and chin as he tried his best to focus and regain control, and an unexpected deepthroat from below had him redoubling his efforts.
But then those lips pulled off of him, glistening and reddened yet still possessing the ability to smirk. God forbid Kakashi ever lose his ability to smirk.
“It’s not easy, is it?” he remarked, rising from the ground and making a show of brushing the snow from his saturated uniform pants. “It took me a full week to get comfortable doing this type of activity with a henge.”
That earned a one-eyed stare. Sasuke knew Kakashi had been up to something this week, although hearing just what he’d been up to was somewhat surprising. “This type of activity”…abruptly he was struck with images of Kakashi in his apartment, jutsu in place, likely naked in front of the mirror and touching himself, observing every little move and teaching his chakra to adapt to the added state of arousal.
“What dedication,” it sounded sarcastic, but really his mouth was on autopilot as he attempted to chase those images away. However, the only thing he succeeded in doing was diverting his gaze and feeling a flush creep up his neck.
“Dedication is important,” the mock-Sasuke replied, coming forward to meld their bodies together. It was a much better fit now that they weren’t both the same height, more familiar at least, although it was a strange feeling to be the taller one. Lips came to drag slowly against masked ones in a parody of what the real Sasuke usually did. “Wouldn’t want to run out of steam before the real fun starts, hm?”
Sasuke knew he wouldn’t be fucking Kakashi like this, despite how intriguing the idea had quickly become. The fact was if he couldn’t even focus through getting sucked off, there was no way he would be able to concentrate enough to do that. Though, as cold nimble fingers swiveled his hips toward the wall, it seemed the decision had already been made.
The fabric at his cheek repeatedly snagged against the gritty texture of the bricks, but he kept his face planted there for the sake of convenience as his waist was cocked outward and uniform pants were forced past his thighs. “Think you’re up to this task?”
There was a brief sound of pants unzipping, and then a familiar-yet-foreign body closed in to press intimately against him. The unmistakable hardness of an exposed erection smoothly slid against his crack, creating a blazingly hot path as it settled there. Shorter and thinner, but still initiating all the right reactions as he felt his breath catch and untouched cock perform an eager leap toward his stomach.
“I don’t see why not. I am rather attractive from this angle,” came the voice from behind, sounding confident as ever but weighed heavily down by lust and desire.
Hips did a slow forward thrust, dragging pure heat in a tease along the place that craved it. His breath increased to that of soft gasps at the feel of his body draping across his back, muscles quaking and jumping under skillful fingers as they trailed beneath his shirt, mapping every scar and piece of raised skin they could find. And he couldn’t help but listen to how small groans fell from the mouth at his shoulder.
Kakashi was so into this.
That, more than anything else, was what had his hips bucking back in a slow grind, positively shivering as answering hips pressed eagerly forward. What felt like a searing hot drop of liquid fell against the flesh of his lower back, confirming just how far gone the other was. He’d never seen Kakashi quite like this, and it only made him want to give him what he wanted.
“No fingers,” he breathed, the borrowed voice of Kakashi cracking halfway through. With one eye, he gazed over his shoulder at the mock-Sasuke whose mouth hung halfway open, who regarded him with two glazed-over black eyes and only had enough sense to half-nod.
He turned back to the wall, resting his forehead against it and holding his breath during the next few agonizing seconds. He felt the dying warmth as the other pulled away, heard the searching hands checking pocket after pocket because no doubt Kakashi would henge a Sasuke with lube already on him, and he looked down to stare at his huge erection that felt suddenly harder and heavier than any other he’d had in his life.
And then a hand returned, gripping the side of his waist as a foot urgently nudged his legs to spread wider, which he obeyed, sliding his feet apart in the snow-turned-slush. Then came the overwhelming fire as cheeks were parted and a blunt, slick tip nudged his entrance, seeming to push and hold back at the same time. He didn’t have to look to know the other was poised behind him, staring at where their bodies were about to connect, likely undergoing the liquefying sensation of a jutsu about to end.
Shockingly enough, Sasuke felt himself silently encouraging Kakashi to hold on, to keep this experience going, just for a little longer…long enough to feel it. His fingers were twitching at either side of his head, unable to keep still under the influence of anticipation, because he knew everything came down to this moment. So he waited, body locked in place, heart ticking in his chest, until Kakashi began to push.
Extra slow.
It was…bizarre. Bizarre in the way he could recognize the change in girth, the slightly altered texture, the more tapered crown as the rim slid wetly past his ring of muscle. Briefly, he wondered if the same could be said from the other end, if that somehow Kakashi could feel the difference between plunging into Sasuke’s body and burrowing into his own. The idea alone was enough to make him shiver and pant, before being encompassed by the corrosive heat of something being pushed inside of him, dragging along and contorting his inner walls. So slick, so steadily, and with the burning stretching sensation of an entrance untouched by preparation.
It was intense.
His head dropped between his shoulders, tiny electric currents seeming to crisscross in every which direction as that cock dug deeper. Fingers, riddled with tension, flexed several times against the wall before gathering strength and throwing caution to the wind, propelling his body backwards, sealing their hips together with an audible smack of flesh.
And shudders wracked his spine as the movement was met and countered with an answering push, shoving forward and creating a mind-numbing pressure and tightness that neither would ever be able to properly describe, the hand at his waist gripping, securing the position as hips did a slow circular grind right up into his ass.
A strangled choke wedged somewhere in his throat, the immediate bursts of pleasure drowning out the concern over his quickly destabilizing chakra because now Kakashi was thrusting, using the narrow hips of Sasuke’s body to create rapid, lurching snaps that his larger frame normally wouldn’t allow. Lightning-fast, stabbing, and each time charging from a different angle that overall had his insides throbbing and clenching everywhere.
Between his spread thighs, his-Kakashi’s-dick bounced with each jerky movement, angry red and precum dribbling from the tip. So many times he found himself reaching and halting, knowing that the second he moved to stroke it the jutsu would be lost, and he wasn’t exactly ready to let go just yet. Not when the sight of his heaving muscled torso, under the clinging material of his shirt, looked so sinful from beneath his outstretched arms, or when the slight addition to height seemed to make this position near perfect, and most definitely not when he could hear the way Kakashi lowered the octaves of his voice to sound unbelievably sexy.
So he didn’t move, arched and breathing as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world, feeling that cock pounding into him from behind and shuddering, because each time he bucked back against it another piece of willpower was chipped away. The mental wall he’d erected for concentration was growing distorted and transparent as those hips shoved forward, deeper, harder. But still, he clung to it, forcing himself to hold on, to ride it out as together their movements became erratic against the brick wall.
“Sasuke,” a voice whispered out from somewhere over his shoulder, sounding strained and breathless. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
Before he could even begin to comprehend the words, the body behind him seized, completely frozen mid-thrust as Kakashi released the jutsu, and ridding Sasuke of his own as the alarm of his abruptly shifting insides truly took over.
Amid the reformation, Sasuke’s mouth fell open as the cock inside of him twitched and then stretched, tunneling forward as it lengthened, turning his slightly loosened walls into a tensed death grip in response to the sudden expansion. He was full, so inexplicably full, and just as Kakashi’s body regained its height, Sasuke’s lost it, shrinking down those few scant inches, successfully impaling his ass even further.
It ripped the howl right from his vocal chords, sounding shocked and disturbed and aroused.
Sasuke clawed at the wall ahead as Kakashi wasted no time in resuming, bending his knees to retrieve their previous angle. The grunts and growls and “Fuck, Sasuke!”s returned with an even greater frequency, much more appropriate now that they had their correct voice match, and altogether sounding beyond lewd.
It was Kakashi.
And that’s what had Sasuke desperately gripping his cock, giving it quick and harsh pumps, because really nothing else could compare to Kakashi. Nothing compared to the strong, deliberate thrusts that would leave him raw, the audible smacking of bare skin colliding, those huge hands grabbing and pawing everywhere they could reach-in his hair, on his hips, across his chest-nothing.
So it was understandable to know that Sasuke didn’t last long, and somewhat understandable that Kakashi lasted even less than that.
Their motions escalated to form one big movement of pushing, pressing, and breathing. Their hands fisted in each other’s clothes as Kakashi’s dick twitched, and convulsed, shooting burst after burst of liquid fire into Sasuke’s body. And they stayed that way, completely still as Sasuke’s hand became a blur over his cock, stroking, sliding, and gliding his way to a release heavily stimulated by Kakashi’s softening flesh continuing to jerk and spit inside him.
Even after, neither moved. They remained debauched and disheveled, naked in the only place it counted, and slumped together against the wall, panting through the dying tremors and wisps of pleasure. But soon the bricks became cold and rough against Sasuke’s now-exposed face and Kakashi’s body-while often welcome-was creating an awful pain in his spine.
As they slipped apart and pants were pulled up, zipped, and buckled, Sasuke caught Kakashi eyeing his cheek. It was then he became aware of the slight pull of tightened skin, informing him the wound had since healed. Obviously his glare was marginally thrown off by the throbbing in his ass, but it didn’t stop him from attempting.
“The next time you have a week to plan something like this-”
“Oh-ho, scheduling another date already?”
Sasuke paused, momentarily forgetting what he had initially planned to say. Another date…did he really want to do this again? The look on Kakashi’s face clearly said “if you deny it, I’ll know you’re lying” and he scoffed in a response that wanted to say something back, but couldn’t.
“The jutsu strengthens the more you use it,” Kakashi continued, to break the silence, “I’d hate to give up on it after its trial run. Just imagine the possibilities once you’ve increased your endurance.”
A pause.
“I’ll even let you in on my preferred method of training.”
The word training in that sense was laughable, but it had the images from earlier already coming back, more vivid than ever. And suddenly the idea of something like this happening again didn’t seem so unlikely. All too quickly, he remembered the taste of his own mouth, the texture of his own skin, the feeling of being fucked by his own body…yeah, he probably would do it again.
Because, while nothing ever compared to Kakashi…he was still a close second.