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Kakashi smiled at the contented little sounds that Itachi let out as Kakashi worked shampoo into his hair. He had done this just once before, when Itachi was still a brutalized, malnourished teenager who had survived the hospitality of Kumogakure's T&I force for far longer than he should have been able to. At the time, Kakashi's touch had been clinical and cautious as he washed blood and filth from his trembling squadmate's skin. He'd never quite managed to detach himself from the fact that this was his second-in-command—and, dare he say it, his friend—as he patched up the worst of the boy's injuries and forced a soldier pill under his unresisting tongue. Snap out of it, kid. Come on. Stay with me now, Crow. I need you to focus. What did you tell them? Itachi hadn't even seemed to hear him as he curled up in a shivering ball beneath the spray of warm water, numb and mute. It had taken most of an hour bring him out of the flashbacks again, but even after he'd managed to anchor the boy firmly in the dingy barracks room, he'd spent nearly half a day reassuring him that yes, it really was Hound-taichou who had come for him, that it wasn't just a genjutsu created by his tormentors because Itachi was better than that, and he wouldn't be fooled by something so simple. He'd held the boy's bruised face between his hands and let Itachi go at him with the Sharingan in a painful, haphazard assault on his mind so he could be absolutely sure. And he had forgone any sense of pride or professionalism when he'd leaned back against the wall, cradling Itachi to his chest so the boy could tremble and weep and cling to a sense of safety that a shinobi of his caliber shouldn't need. His heavy hands had settled on Itachi's shoulders, and he kept them there until he was forced to hand the stabilized soldier over to a proper medic.
Now, he dragged his fingernails over Itachi's scalp just to feel him arch upward into his hands. It seemed that every part of Itachi was so wonderfully responsive to his touch, and Kakashi rewarded him with a few more minutes under his massaging fingers before he lifted the showerhead out of its cradle. Itachi jumped slightly at the return of the steaming water, but he stayed in place as Kakashi rinsed his hair clean. He took his time, amused by the way the Itachi would tense and shift each time he moved the spray, trying to anticipate him. Kakashi let an experimental finger poke at his spine, right at that point between two vertebrae where a blade could sever the connection and rob a man of the use of his legs. Itachi whirled, hands coming up to defend himself—
And he got a faceful of hot water.
"Behave," Kakashi admonished as the spluttering young man wiped at his eyes.
"You did that deliberately," Itachi grumbled.
"I did, and I'm going to do it again," Kakashi said calmly. "Don't move."
Itachi shifted his weight backward before he mastered himself, waiting apprehensively as Kakashi put the showerhead back on the wall and pulled the thin black washcloth off the hook. He took his time lathering the cloth with soap, just watching Itachi wrestle with his instincts. A finger twitched. A foot tensed. A pair of quick breaths lifted his shoulders. It seemed that the gorgeous, needy little mess from last night was back under control. Uchiha Itachi wouldn't be nearly so pliant when his mind wasn't clouded by longing for rough hands against his touch-starved skin.
"Relax," Kakashi murmured, kissing his forehead. "You're safe. I just want to test something, and you're free to stop me if you need to."
Very slowly, he brought the cloth up to Itachi's newly-healed throat. Itachi fought to remain still as he approached, but the instant he made contact, Itachi rocked back on his heels, eyes flashing Sharingan red as his hand shot upward. Kakashi braced himself, but the blow stopped short and Itachi only laid his open palm on Kakashi's chest.
Itachi opened his mouth to apologize, but Kakashi shook his head. "I understand, love. I'm too close, I touched a vital point, and I'm between you and the door. This is my territory, and I could have a weapon hidden somewhere that you haven't found yet. In fact, I'm sure I do. I've also physically overpowered you once, and you're still not sure whether you're going to let that happen again, assuming you have the choice," he said quietly. "I know it's tough to let go of all that, but you need to try."
After a moment, Itachi's hand dropped in acquiescence, and Kakashi put his other hand on the back of Itachi's neck, gently winding his fingers into raven hair. The cloth dipped lower to trace over Itachi's shoulder before coming around to his collarbones, and Itachi flinched ever so slightly as Kakashi's fingers prodded one of the weakest points in the human body.
Kakashi placed another gentle kiss against Itachi's temple. "Am I hurting you?"
"You could," Itachi whispered, and the tomoe of his Sharingan whirled for a moment before settling again.
"Do you think I'm going to?"
Itachi closed his eyes for a while, just breathing slowly, but Kakashi saw the coiled tension begin to fade. When he opened them again, they had returned to soft, trusting charcoal. "I know you won't. Not...like this."
"Good." Kakashi's lips moved downward over Itachi's cheek, stopping at the corner of his mouth. "You're mine, Itachi. That means I'm going to touch you anywhere I want, anytime I want. I think it's high time you got used to that."
Itachi shivered under his hands, his pupils blown wide in surprised arousal.
"You like that, don't you? You want to be mine," Kakashi said quietly. "It's all right. Just let me have you, love."
The fingers in Itachi's hair shifted, taking a firmer grip while his other hand trailed lower over Itachi's chest. He deliberately avoided the tenketsu cluster over Itachi's heart, focused on a much less risky target. Itachi gasped when the edge of the cloth brushed against one nipple, and Kakashi rubbed light circles around it, never quite touching the pink bud again until Itachi arched up into his hand, stealing a moment of contact, and Kakashi decided to indulge him. His fingers teased at him through the cloth while he bent to take the other little bud between his teeth, sucking and nibbling until Itachi was clinging to Kakashi's shoulders.
Kakashi let go of Itachi's hair and slid to his knees, kissing his way down Itachi's stomach. Itachi's hands followed, running through silver hair in time with his soft, pleading whispers of "Oh yes, Kakashi, please."
"Insatiable little thing," Kakashi said darkly, kissing Itachi's thigh. "Aren't you sore?"
A denial was halfway out of Itachi's mouth before Kakashi gave the boy's cock a firm twisting stroke, turning the sound into a whine.
"Looks like you are." Kakashi nipped his way back up to Itachi's pelvis, pressing long, heated kisses in between his words. "But don't worry, I want you sore. I want you to remember every second of this. You're going to know exactly who you belong to."
"You," Itachi gasped. "Always you, Kakashi-taichou."
Kakashi hummed and planted another kiss on Itachi's toned stomach. "If you think I'm going to touch you here," he said, letting his breath caress Itachi's hardness, "you need to let me touch you everywhere. I want all of you, darling."
Itachi's fingers tightened in his hair. "Not fair."
"No?" Kakashi took just the head between his lips and languidly swirled his tongue around the tip before digging it into the slit. Itachi moaned and put just the slightest pressure against the back of Kakashi's head, encouraging him to go further, but Kakashi pulled back and met his eyes. "That wasn't fair. If you want anything more, you'll behave yourself."
There was a hint of stubbornness in those charcoal orbs, but the darkening flush that spread across Itachi's skin melted it away until all that was left was wary, but powerful desire.
"Good boy." Kakashi drew Itachi's hands out of his hair and lowered them to Itachi's sides, holding them lightly between his fingers as he looked up. "There are rules to this little exercise, Itachi-kun. I'm going to touch every inch of you, including some places that you might find threatening or uncomfortable, and some that will feel very nice. While I'm doing this, I'm not going to hurt or mark you in any way. I know this will be difficult, so you're not going to be tied, but you need to stay as still as possible.
"Your safewords are 'yellow' to stop temporarily and 'red' to stop completely, but I'd like you to get through this without using either of them. Just tell me what you want, and then trust me to make the right decision for you. If you fight me, we're done for the rest of the day. Do you understand?"
Itachi's eyes were still slightly glazed as he stared down at him, trying to process the words through his arousal. Kakashi waited patiently on his knees until he finally heard Itachi whisper, "Yes, Taichou."
Kakashi laid a trail of slow kisses down Itachi's leg, marveling at the way the hard muscles twitched and bunched at each little burst of contact. There was a particularly sharp jerk when his hands left Itachi's, one to support himself, and the other to caress the back of Itachi's knee. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, tracing absent patterns over the skin.
His only response was a tight nod, and Kakashi felt Itachi's leg shift again under his fingers. He understood. The human knee was such a vulnerable joint, so easy to damage with almost no effort. It would be even simpler for him to pull Itachi off balance thanks to the slick, wet tile. But he wasn't going to. Maybe it was too soon to try something like this, but he needed to be able to touch Itachi freely. Itachi allowed it during sex, and sometimes immediately afterward, but he'd return to his ordinary watchful demeanor within an hour at most. For him to make the conscious decision to accept having Kakashi's hands on him at Kakashi's discretion...it would cement this new trust that was developing between them and ease the way for anything else they did.
And he couldn't ignore the rush of heat that pooled in his stomach at the knowledge that right now, no matter what else happened later, Itachi was already beginning to relax into his fingers.
After a moment, he took his hand away to retrieve the soapy cloth and ran it over Itachi's foot, playing with his toes. Itachi snorted and started to pull away, but Kakashi grabbed his ankle. "You're ticklish? Aw, Itachi, I never knew," he cooed, lifting the boy's foot a few inches off the floor. He held it there for a second, letting Itachi realize exactly what he was going to do, and then he rubbed the cloth in quick little circles along the underside.
Itachi slammed his hands back against the wall for balance, laughing and pulling against Kakashi's hold. "That's cheating! Stop before I fall!"
He slowed his motions a bit. He'd never seen this kind of reflexive, open smile on his little raven's face, lips parted and eyes shining as he fought to tolerate the sensation without moving. And failed. Miserably.
"You should smile more, love," Kakashi said, pulling Itachi's leg up higher so he could mouth the arch of his foot, teasing it with his tongue.
"Ah, Kakashi...don't tickle me...stop that right now!" Itachi gasped.
Even without a safeword, the pure indignation in Itachi's eyes made him kiss each of his toes one last time before letting go. He contented himself with lightly stroking his fingers over the top of Itachi's twitching foot. "Have you ever been tickled before, by anyone?" he asked, curious.
"Presumably, when I was an infant," Itachi said breathlessly. "Never that I can recall."
"Is this something you absolutely don't like?" he asked.
There was no answer for a long minute, but then Itachi shook his head. "It wasn't...bad, just..." Itachi's thoughts seemed to scatter when he looked down at him, and Itachi turned his face away. "It was a strong sensation that was unfamiliar, unexpected, and surprisingly overwhelming," he said quietly. "But no, it wasn't unpleasant."
Kakashi stretched upward, gently pulling Itachi's face back to him. "Not a red, then?"
"No," Itachi said, taking a slow, calming breath as he got his heart rate under control again. "I'm fine."
"You know I'm going to do the other one, too," he warned, and he grinned when he saw Itachi's foot grind itself more firmly against the floor. Chuckling slightly, he kissed and nibbled Itachi's narrow hips as his fingers traced a new path up Itachi's leg. They lingered on the inside of his thigh, and Kakashi let the back of his hand nudge Itachi's cock. "Don't fight me, love. If you act up, we're done, and I'd hate to let this go to waste."
Itachi's eyes widened, and Kakashi—always the master of the preemptive strike—wrapped his wet fingers around Itachi's shaft. "Every part of you is mine. No one touches you without my permission, not even you."
"Nnh! Not...fair..." Itachi gasped, shuddering as Kakashi stroked him. "Not serious..."
"Oh, I'm completely serious," Kakashi said. "Testing me would be a very stupid idea, but if you do, I can guarantee that you'll only do it once." And Kakashi silently prayed that he didn't try it anytime soon.
"But week...ah, weeks without you! Missions. Kakashi!" Itachi whined.
Kakashi chuckled evilly, and he put both hands over Itachi's hips, pinning him against the wall. Itachi whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Kakashi held him fast until Itachi stopped trying to thrust himself forward. "I guess you'll just have to make more time for me, won't you, darling?" he asked when Itachi finally stilled. "I bet you'd be such a mess if I left you like this. How long would it take for you to show up here, pounding on my door and screaming for me to fuck you? Three days? Maybe a week?"
Itachi pouted, but he was smart enough not to offer any provocation.
Already learning, Kakashi thought fondly. Already mine. His hand drifted to Itachi's other leg, lightly caressing his thigh. "But you're not going to make me do that. You want to be my good boy."
"Yes, Taichou," he said, though a hint of that frustrated whine remained in his tone. "I'm...I'm yours."
Kakashi pressed a humming kiss to the side of Itachi's cock, rewarding him for the words as his fingers traveled downward.
Kakashi nipped a line across the backs of Itachi's shoulders as his hands trailed downward to grasp Itachi's hips. "Lean forward, now. Hands on the wall," he ordered.
Itachi did, and he was rewarded with another kiss to the top of his spine. A low whimper escaped him when Kakashi's thumbs started massaging his buttocks, digging into the firm muscle harshly for just a moment before they gentled and rubbed away the sting.
"You've done so well, darling. Just a little more, now." One finger trailed over Itachi's flesh, stroking slowly over his entrance. "Do I need to get the strap again to keep you under control?"
"Ah, no, please don't, Taichou," Itachi whispered. "Please—oh!"
Kakashi's finger slid inward, and Itachi's back arched beautifully, pushing himself back onto it. He couldn't even bring himself to reprimand him for moving as his finger twisted, pressing against the soft, searingly hot walls. Gods, how was he still so tight? Kakashi crooked his finger back and forth, not bothering to stretch him, just exploring the feel of the smooth, hot flesh that squeezed around him. He twisted his hand as his finger bent, and Itachi's head fell forward against the wall with a moan.
"Ah, Kakashi! I need—"
"You need what I give you," Kakashi said sternly, only to feel Itachi's muscles clench down around him. That brought a wicked smile to his face, and he kissed the back of Itachi's neck again. "And I think you already know that."
His finger continued its slow, searching journey, circling around to feel every last centimeter of the boy, and Itachi was panting against the cool tile of the wall. "If you can't hold it back, you'd better tell me," Kakashi taunted.
Itachi pushed back against his hand, something between a moan and a whimper escaping him. "Kakashi, please! Nnh, Taichou, please just—"
"No." Kakashi nibbled at the side of Itachi's neck, careful not to mark him this time, as his free hand wrapped around Itachi's wrist. There was a brief moment of resistance, but then Itachi surrendered, letting Kakashi draw his arm down. He nudged Itachi's hand against his leaking cock, and he felt Itachi clench around him again in realization. "That's right. Hold it back, love. Show me you're mine."
Itachi's fingers obediently grasped the base of his cock, but his other hand clawed at the tile. "Please..."
"No," he said again. "And if you disobey me this time, I promise that you will not like anything about what I have in store for you."
Kakashi groaned at the shudder that ripped through Itachi and grabbed his hair, pulling Itachi's head back as he worked a second finger into him. He toyed with him a while longer, slowly crooking and thrusting his fingers within that wonderful tightness, but Itachi's low, ragged panting of "Yours, yours, yours," as he gripped himself tighter took his breath away. He stilled before he could force him over the edge, watching Itachi's eyes squeeze shut and then snap back open, scanning the plain tiles as he sought some kind of distraction from the pleasure he held at bay.
"You incredible boy. That's right, hold it back, Itachi. When I want you to come, you will," he whispered. Itachi was breathing through clenched teeth, but Kakashi's fingers stayed perfectly still within him as he peppered the boy's back with soft, tender kisses. "And when I want you painfully hard and mewling at every touch, that is exactly how I'm going to have you."
"Taichou! Oh, gods, please," Itachi whimpered, and Kakashi saw just how badly Itachi's legs were quivering, the fingers of his free hand trying to dig into the slick tile to hold himself up.
"Come here," he said, gently using his grip on Itachi's hair to guide him upright. "I promised you, no more marks today. Can't have you fall and bang yourself up."
Itachi keened quietly at the change in the sensation as Kakashi slowly forced him to his knees, his two fingers still firmly lodged in the boy's opening as he followed him down. He leaned Itachi backward until his head was cradled against Kakashi's shoulder, and Itachi's breathing hitched as Kakashi's fingers were driven deeper inside.
"Calm down, beautiful," he murmured, kissing Itachi's temple. "I am going to have to work on your stamina. You're just bursting at the seams for me, aren't you?"
"Your fault," Itachi hissed, but his eyes were obediently fixed on a single intersection of four tiles, using it to center his mind while he struggled to bring himself back under control. It was the same way Itachi meditated, eyes open, a single object occupying his attention even as it ensured that he would remain alert to any potential threats.
"Hmm. You stay still, now," he said, untangling his hand from Itachi's hair. Itachi tightened around his fingers, but he stayed in place as Kakashi reached forward to brush his thumb over Itachi's lips. They parted slightly, and Itachi's tongue flicked upward to taste it before Kakashi's hand slipped away to cup the side of his neck.
"You're such a good boy," Kakashi whispered into his hair. "So brave, letting your Taichou have you. Do you know how happy you make me?"
Itachi's dark eyes slid out of focus, staring upward sightlessly. He shivered when Kakashi lifted his chin to fully expose his throat, and it wasn't from fear. All thoughts of fucking the boy into the chilly porcelain faded to the back of Kakashi's mind at the realization that Itachi had completely given in. To him. Kakashi gently drew his fingers out of the boy to skim them over his torso, and Itachi didn't flinch away as they tapped the tenketsu points over his heart and lungs. They drifted lower, trailing over his kidneys, and Itachi groaned as his skin erupted in goosebumps.
"Kakashi-taichou..." His voice broke over the name, going from a low almost-growl to a whine.
Kakashi's hips jerked involuntarily at the sound. He took his hand away to rub little circles over Itachi's lower stomach. "You incredible boy," he said again, the words just an awed whisper in Itachi's ear as his other hand tightened over his throat. Itachi didn't resist. "I never thought I'd get to see you like this so soon. Hold out as long as you can for me."
Itachi's lips parted questioningly, but Kakashi pulled Itachi's hand away from his cock and replaced it with his own. He pumped him, building up a controlled rhythm that made Itachi moan softly with each drawn out stroke. Itachi let out a choked gasp when his fingers twisted sharply at the tip before squeezing back down, but the painstakingly slow pace kept him right on the edge, his entire body stiffening as he struggled for release. Kakashi nudged the boy's chin up just a little further so he could kiss his neck. He nipped at Itachi's pulse as he stroked him faster, and a whine started to accompany every rapid breath.
Itachi shuddered, and his teeth tore into his lip. "Oh! Ka—ah! Kakashi! Oh, please..."
"Go ahead, love," he said quietly. "This is mine, too."
The intensity of Itachi's orgasm made him cry out wordlessly. Kakashi concentrated on stroking him through it, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from his body until Itachi collapsed back against him, eyes closed and legs trembling.
Kakashi shifted behind him and maneuvered Itachi into his lap so he could hold him close. One hand carded through his hair as he pressed warm kisses to the top of Itachi's head, gently coaxing him back down to earth. Itachi curled into his chest, and Kakashi really couldn't resist nibbling the top of his ear. "You're going to give me one hell of an ego if you keep this up," he murmured. "How can my little raven take a sword through the shoulder without flinching, but he just falls to pieces when his Taichou makes him come?"
"Did flinch," Itachi muttered thickly, his hazy eyes slowly opening again. "Get used to blocking it out, working around it."
Kakashi chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Never 'get used' to me. You're so beautiful when you break like that, darling."
Itachi nodded absently, but a little more awareness returned to his face as he shifted between Kakashi's legs, brushing his untended erection. "Oh. You didn't... Should..." He clumsily tried to move out of Kakashi's lap, and Kakashi's hands stayed at his hip and shoulder to guide him upright.
"It's all right, love. I didn't expect you to wait," he reassured him.
Itachi frowned, puzzled. "But..."
"It's your turn to touch me."
There was a stunned intake of breath, and like before, Kakashi saw the war that was raging in Itachi's mind play itself out through his body. Curiosity made his gaze slip downward against his will, and a sated, but keen desire brought a darker shine to those placid charcoal depths. In the same moment, though, uncertainty made him go stone-still; Kakashi could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he called up every memory he had of pleasant physical contact, searching for some sort of guide to what he should do.
"Anything you want," Kakashi said gently. "Or nothing. This is for you, Itachi."
Itachi's teeth found his lip again, and Kakashi bit back a groan. Just the sight of him haloed by the spray of the shower, his powerful, slender muscles relaxed in a way that only a singular kind of tiredness could produce...Kakashi ached with need. But he waited. Even before he had been so obviously dominant with him, he had never allowed Itachi to have much control when they were together, using the younger man's inexperience and his (amazing, fascinating) sensitivity to his advantage. Within minutes, the poor thing would be putty in Kakashi's capable hands. Now, though, he found that he needed to see whether Itachi truly wanted this. Especially considering what had happened not even an hour ago. If it was only his lover's skill and his own mind-clouding need that had convinced Itachi to submit to him, he would undoubtedly panic again. He would bolt at his first opportunity, and there would be a wall between them forever.
"You don't have to, Itachi. It's all right," he said, taking his hands away only to have both of Itachi's catch one in the air.
"No, I...I want to..." Itachi whispered. His gaze fell to the hand trapped between his own, and he gently dug his thumbs into the muscle of Kakashi's palm. He massaged it slowly, watching intently as each shift in the pressure made fingers twitch and curl in response. "Is there anything I shouldn't do?" he asked softly.
"Don't touch the scar over my left eye," Kakashi said. "Other than that, no. Do whatever you feel like; I'll stop you if I need to."
Itachi nodded and pushed Kakashi's hand backward, scooting closer to kneel between his legs. Kakashi put up no resistance, letting Itachi manipulate his arm effortlessly, even when one of Itachi's hands pulled away to brush over his jaw. A callused thumb stroked Kakashi's cheek, and he turned to kiss Itachi's palm before his long fingers moved upward into Kakashi's hair. The others came up to trace Kakashi's lips. They parted in a quiet sigh under the gentle pressure, and Itachi's hands cradled his head as he moved closer.
There was a moment's hesitation, but then Itachi cautiously pressed their lips together. Itachi's tongue slowly licked inside, and Kakashi exhaled into his mouth as he let Itachi explore. His tongue matched Itachi's movements, but he made no effort to control the kiss, and he felt Itachi become more confident as he gave him free rein. Itachi didn't increase the excruciatingly slow pace, but there was no longer any uncertainty in his movements as his tongue languidly toyed with Kakashi's own, savoring each precious second of contact until the need for air forced him to draw back.
Itachi's light fingers traced over the unscarred side of Kakashi's face, lingering on his jaw. "Please stay still," he whispered, and his fingers drifted lower over Kakashi's neck.
Kakashi couldn't help the sudden tension in his body—Itachi was an elite shinobi; at this range, Kakashi was already dead if he decided to strike—but he quickly relaxed while Itachi's fingers brushed over his throat. He was in no danger. He was restrained by nothing more than a quiet request, one that he had already decided to obey. He had chosen to give Itachi this, and Itachi's wide, wary eyes made it clear that he would stop immediately at Kakashi's word. As if to reinforce this, Itachi froze, his fingers poised in the air above Kakashi's skin.
Only when Kakashi nodded to him did Itachi's hand come back to life. His fingers gently traced over Kakashi's neck as his other hand slipped from the man's hair to rest on his shoulder. Kakashi relaxed further, and he lifted his chin when Itachi leaned down to kiss his throat. Itachi grew steadily bolder, and his mouth mapped Kakashi's neck and collarbones with warm, lingering kisses that sent sparks of lightning into Kakashi's blood. There was the barest scrape of teeth over one shoulder, and Kakashi pressed his palms more firmly against the sides of the shower.
"Itachi," he said breathlessly, and Itachi bit down just a little before moving on, not leaving so much as a red mark on his skin. Itachi's soft lips moved downward, and Kakashi's hips jerked. "Itachi."
Itachi ignored the unspoken command, instead bringing his hands down behind Kakashi's back to clutch at firm muscles as he laid another searing line of kisses across Kakashi's abdomen. Kakashi bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning as that hot mouth drifted lower, and he hardly noticed as one of Itachi's hands moved to trail along his ribs. He did notice when it suddenly dropped, resting on his hip, while Itachi leaned back from him with a small frown.
"You are making this look inordinately easy," he said, laying his other hand directly over Kakashi's heart.
"There's a beautiful man having his way with my body," Kakashi said, a little breathlessly. "I have no complaints."
Itachi blushed and looked away, and Kakashi broke his vow to give him complete control. He reached out and skimmed his fingers up Itachi's spine before tangling them in his hair again.
"I love that color on you," he murmured and nipped at Itachi's lips. "Almost edible."
Itachi nipped right back and put both of his hands on Kakashi's shoulders. "Stay."
Kakashi's eyes went wide for a moment, but then he grinned. "Bossy little thing."
"Let go of my hair and sit still," Itachi said, even as his face turned a deeper shade of scarlet.
He gave it a sharp tug. "As if you have any room to talk. I practically have to hogtie you to keep you where I want you." And that's not a half bad idea...
"Perhaps you should show me how it's done, then," Itachi quipped. His hands slid down over Kakashi's chest, and his thumbs started circling over Kakashi's nipples. "I am a very quick learner, after all."
Kakashi let out an embarrassing sound, and Itachi's obvious amusement was almost too much; he wanted to press him back into the spray of the shower, forcing his tired lover's body hard again while he dragged his teeth over Itachi's throat. He wanted to see him remember his place, to feel him arch up into the contact, giving Kakashi everything even as rough hands tore a series of quiet mewls from the sore, overused boy.
His manhood throbbed and Kakashi felt his fingers curl deeper into the dark strands, but then he caught the gleam in Itachi's eyes. If he didn't show Itachi that he could obey, Itachi might assume that Kakashi simply couldn't, and quite possibly conclude that he didn't have to either. Kakashi may have been nicknamed the Copy Ninja, but Itachi really did need to see to understand. "You're a...fucking brat," he said, his breath hitching involuntarily between the words, but he slipped his fingers out of Itachi's hair and let Itachi nudge him backward until he was half lying against the wall.
"Yes. That, too," Itachi agreed, following him. "Your brat." One of his hands reached up to support the back of Kakashi's neck while the other settled on the man's thigh, and that ripped another unexpected whine from his chest before he could stop himself. If he'd thought his neglected cock had ached before, it was beginning to truly hurt with the need for release. Itachi seemed to realize this, and he raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to get the—"
Kakashi put a broad palm over the boy's mouth. "Uchiha Itachi, you will not finish that sentence," he growled.
Itachi seemed to shrink a few inches under Kakashi's glare, that hint of wickedness draining away from his face. He kissed Kakashi's fingers apologetically, and Kakashi petted his hair before putting his hand back at his side. Itachi relaxed a little at the gesture, and his fingers trailed back over Kakashi's thigh. It was a struggle not to snap at him to get on with it, but Kakashi remained still and silent until Itachi's hand brushed his cock. Those slender fingers stuttered at the groan Kakashi let out, but one look ended Itachi's inadvertent teasing. Itachi's scarlet face was every bit as dark as it had been last night when his hand finally wrapped around Kakashi to stroke him properly.
Kakashi threw his head back against the tile, moaning as Itachi gently pulled and rolled his balls in between strokes, and he nearly missed the moment when Itachi's eyes blazed Sharingan crimson. He stared up into them, seeing the flash of heated wonder as Itachi permanently burned the image of Kakashi sweating and shaking under his hands into his memory. Then Itachi did something with the head of his cock that forced Kakashi's eyes shut as he fought to keep his hips from thrusting up. Itachi pulled his balls downward, holding pressure just short of pain, and his hand slowed to a torturous pace that somehow felt just as good—better—until Kakashi gasped out Itachi's name as he gave in to the waves of heat in his groin.
He laid there in the fog of his orgasm, and after a while, he dimly became aware of a soft cloth moving over his chest and the light scent of soap. He didn't move, but his eyes slowly focused again as Itachi pressed another little kiss to his collarbone before moving down to his legs. Strong, attentive hands lifted each of Kakashi's knees in turn, and Itachi caressed the man's calves as he gently finished washing him. A small smile turned Itachi's lips upward when he leaned back to admire his work, and he shifted to turn off the now uncomfortably cool stream of water. Itachi shivered slightly at the chill and groped for a towel.
"Come here," Kakashi ordered, his hands wrapping over Itachi's narrow hips to pull him back between his legs. Itachi sighed happily as he snuggled into the warmth of Kakashi's chest, and the older man tucked the towel around him like a blanket. It also had the effect of pinning Itachi's arms to his sides, but Itachi offered no objection as he settled into Kakashi's embrace. Entirely mine, Kakashi thought, and he held him tighter. "You really do amaze me, Itachi. Constantly."
"What was that about inflated egos?" Itachi murmured.
He bit the top of Itachi's ear again, harder. "Don't worry, I'll keep you in line."
"Ow," Itachi grumbled, but he made no attempt to escape, and Kakashi soothed the spot with a kiss.
"How long can you stay?" Kakashi asked softly.
"Not long," Itachi replied, though he still didn't try to pull away. If anything, he pressed closer to Kakashi. "One of our kunoichi has just been promoted to Jounin, and she'll be officially acknowledged by the clan in a ceremony this afternoon. If I am not present, it will be viewed as a serious slight against her."
"Politics." It sounded like a curse word. Probably because it was.
"Hai, but it is necessary. She and her parents would suffer greatly if I were to insult her." Itachi's sigh was decidedly less happy this time. "As would I, for that matter, though the idea remains tempting."
Kakashi wound a lock of Itachi's hair around two fingers. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want my little darling to suffer after he's been so good for me. Up you get."
Itachi groaned tiredly, shaking his head. "You just want to stare at my ass."
"And I get what I want," he murmured in Itachi's ear. "Don't I, love?"
Itachi's breathing hitched and he wriggled out of Kakashi's arms, rising up onto his knees to look back over his shoulder. "Hmm, I suppose you do."
Kakashi chuckled as Itachi climbed out of the tub on legs that trembled just a bit, and he'd happily admit to staring while Itachi dried and brushed his hair. Itachi was forced to leave it loose, Kakashi having broken his hair tie, and Kakashi loved the sight of it as it fell like a river past his shoulder blades.
The two of them made their way back into the main room, and Kakashi smiled at the muted distaste that crossed Itachi's features when he picked up the pieces of his discarded ANBU uniform. "You've got a clean set of Jounin blues in the closet," he said offhandedly, and braced for impact when Itachi looked up.
"You raided my locker at headquarters." A pause as the pieces flew together in his mind. "You planned every moment of this." Another pause, and then more quietly, "You want this very badly."
"Yes."
After a long moment, Itachi nodded. Kakashi watched him carefully as Itachi crossed to the closet, putting his back to Kakashi as he dressed in what was clearly a conscious and decisive display of trust. For a moment, the world blurred and the rough wooden walls of his apartment became the warm white of a home near the center of the village. The uncertain young man became taller, more heavily muscled, and his hair was a shock of silver.
"Thank you, Kakashi-kun. You did very well," a voice murmured, and he felt the gentle pressure of a hand on the back of his shoulder. More startling than the sudden contact was the fact that he didn't flinch from it, even when strong fingers traced lightly up and down his spine. The man's presence at his back, fully dressed, fully armed, and out of his line of sight, was a maddening itch. The instinct to put them on some semblance of even ground threatened to overpower him, but he stayed in place. His eyes drifted closed as warm tingles shot across his skin, and his mind fuzzed over just a little. If there was one person that he would trust—did trust—in this position, it was him. He sighed softly and felt his lips turn up in a smile.
There was a low hum of satisfaction from the other man and the finger resting on Kakashi's tailbone rotated, dragging a blunt nail upward until his hand gently cupped Kakashi's throat. Though he tried to fight it, Kakashi's mind snapped back into place at the sensation. He went still. ANBU still, not even breathing. The hand fell away immediately.
"I'm s—" Kakashi began.
"Shh. No apologies," he said kindly, a twinge of sadness in his voice. "You'll learn."
Kakashi let out a heavy breath. "Will you please step where I can see you, sir?"
Within a quarter of a second, he was there, pale blue eyes meeting Kakashi's mismatched ones with a rare brash honesty. He took the younger man's face between his hands and held him steady. "This is not another mission, not something else for you to endure at my command."
Kakashi raised his own hand, settling his fingertips over the man's mouth. The action brought a spark of danger into those eyes, a warning that pierced Kakashi to the core, but he refused to drop his hand or the man's gaze. "Minato," he said softly, daring. "What I am is not your fault. I chose this path the day I set foot in the Academy, and I'll have to square with that for the rest of my life. This...this feels more right than anything I've ever done. You said it yourself...I need this."
"I will push you, I will test you, I will hold and guide and love you, because you desperately need these things," he said quietly, the exact words that he'd spoken just two weeks ago when this began. His intent gaze searched Kakashi's face, and he seemed to relax at whatever it was he found there. "As desperately as I need to give them to you."
Kakashi's gaze settled on Itachi again, watching the deft surety of his fingers as he checked each of his weapons. If there was ever a soldier who needed taking in hand, it was this one. Without guidance, men like Itachi burned out young and bright, but there were precious few whom such a man could accept as a superior. It took no less than the Yondaime Hokage to handle me, Kakashi reflected as he dressed. I hope I'm enough for him.
"Itachi," he said. "Walk with me."
As he expected, Itachi hesitated at the command. "And where are we going?"
Kakashi smiled before settling his mask over the lower portion of his face. "You'll see."
Itachi opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head in fond resignation. "All right, have it your way."
"Good boy," Kakashi said, and he heard the slightest catch in Itachi's breathing at the praise.
Itachi was silent at Kakashi's side as they wound their way through the meandering streets of Konoha's market district, but the way his fingertips brushed his kunai holster on every third step belied his apparent calm. Several times, Kakashi almost murmured a word or two of reassurance, but he restrained himself. It would be these subtle lessons that drove his point home. Slowly, Itachi would learn that obeying Kakashi would not expose him to danger, and that it both pleased the other man and earned rewards for himself. The reverse side of that coin would be a lesson for another day.
"Close your eyes," Kakashi said quietly. "Follow me by chakra."
Itachi glanced up at him, and then quickly scanned their surroundings in an attempt to identify any potential dangers, as well as memorizing the layout and expected trajectories of the dozen or so people near them. He grimaced and closed his eyes.
Kakashi never broke his stride, but Itachi followed him effortlessly. How many missions had they executed in the dead of night, a new moon and heavy cloud cover turning enemy territory into an easy killing ground? But Kakashi didn't mean for this to be difficult, and he stopped after perhaps half a mile.
"Open your eyes now," he murmured.
Itachi's sigh of relief was audible. Less obvious was his tiny, surprised smile. "Dango?"
"Lunch, before you go." Kakashi smiled and lowered his voice. "The dango's only if you're good."