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They'd spent nearly three hours locked in a genjutsu war as Itachi trained his former Captain in the mastery of the Sharingan. A few other agents had stopped by to watch, but they had quickly grown bored with the sight of their two comrades kneeling in the dirt. They could feel the thrumming power of the chakra the two men manipulated, see the occasional flinch or hear a rare gasp or grunt of effort, but from the outside their battle was a dull affair. Bear had stayed the longest, professional curiosity getting the better of him, but even he had slipped away after an hour or so, leaving them to their work.
From the inside, though, it was fascinating. Itachi taught him something he had never considered. After the first hour, Itachi had shifted the illusion to have one of his ravens explode into ink that clung to Kakashi's eyes, blinding him. As Kakashi searched for the weakness in the genjutsu, he felt the hesitation in the flow of the Uchiha's chakra and though he couldn't see it, he realized that he didn't need to. Illusions could be cast over any of the senses; sight was merely the most familiar, the one he had been trained to rely upon above all others. By taking it from him, Itachi had shown him the way to a new breakthrough in his understanding of Sharingan genjutsu. It wasn't selective. This was naturally all-encompassing, not a pinpoint trick of the senses but a full-scale assault on the target's very reality. He struck out with all of his remaining strength, and finally he felt the humming energy that embraced him waver erratically as the genjutsu shattered.
Itachi slumped forward slightly in exhaustion as Kakashi's vision returned, and even though the white porcelain mask hid his features, Kakashi could easily picture the way his eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted as he took control of his breathing. It was a rare thing, but he had to admit that Itachi was at his most beautiful when he lost some of that inhuman composure.
Kakashi checked the area to be certain that they were alone, and then he gathered Itachi in his arms and leapt into the cover of the trees. Itachi didn't resist when Kakashi sat down with the younger man cradled in his lap, but he didn't lean into him either. Kakashi was still unsure of the boundaries of their relationship, but he knew that if he waited for Itachi to take the lead, he would be waiting a very long time. Itachi was now a veteran ANBU Captain himself with ten years beneath the mask and he wouldn't hesitate to take command of a mission that had devolved into an unsalvageable clusterfuck, but out of uniform, Itachi couldn't even bring himself to order his obnoxious cousin and baby brother to show some damn respect for their future Clan Lord. Somehow, despite being the Uchiha Heir and one of the most important men in Konohagakure, Itachi remained uncomfortable with the power he held over others. He could have anything he wanted with a single word, so he rarely spoke at all.
And Kakashi, in turn, had become fluent in silence.
"You aren't used to being touched, are you?" Kakashi murmured, thumbs massaging Itachi's muscled thighs as they sat together on a low tree limb at the edge of the field.
"Not like this," Itachi said softly. "Gentleness like this. It's still strange to me...though not unpleasant."
Kakashi sighed. He knew Itachi was a prodigy of the shinobi arts, that he had graduated the Academy in a single year and had taken his first life even before he'd earned his hitai-ate, but sometimes he forgot the way his lover could remind him of everything he hated about this village. About himself. Things were better for the children born after the war, but his generation had known terror and death before they'd learned anything of love, or affection, or peace. Itachi had been born at the tail end of that era and had perhaps escaped the worst of it, but his skill had thrust him into the darkest underbelly of Konoha's forces far too early. Itachi never spoke of it, but it was rumored that he had been trained for ANBU long before his official selection by an unsanctioned group known as Root. Little was known about the organization, only that they took promising children and taught them things that would make most Jounin shudder. Their agents were always a little off, a little damaged, and often unstable. But they were also lethal and unquestionably loyal, and in the eyes of many, that excused a lot of things.
In the eyes of many, but not in Kakashi's.
The first—and only—time that Kakashi visited the Uchiha estate, years ago, he had watched the young soldier with his family. It tore something in his heart when the boy's own mother had welcomed him home with nothing more than a small smile and quiet words after he had been away nearly eight months. No relieved embrace, no tears of joy that her firstborn son had survived the hell along the Lightning Country border. No mention of the fact that he was still bandaged and leaning heavily on his Captain after being tortured when one of their supposed comrades had given away his position. Even his little brother had only waved shyly from the porch and asked if Itachi might have time to train with him now that he was home. Itachi assured him that this seemingly harsh stoicism was the Uchiha way, particularly in front of outsiders, but Kakashi could never quite shake the memory.
And there were worse things. The way Itachi treated every living creature within a twenty foot radius as a potential threat, his eyes going distant as he kept track of every movement. It was why Kakashi didn't take him to large restaurants anymore, but to tiny tea shops or open-air dango stands with only half a dozen seats along a single counter. Or the way he seemed hyper-aware of every sharp object in a given room; even something as simple as a fork or a fountain pen drew his attention, particularly when other veteran shinobi with the same instincts were present. These were common enough traits in ANBU, but to see them so pronounced in one so young... It was like looking in a mirror. A fragile, cracked mirror, and the shards were too close to his heart already.
Kakashi dug his fingers deeper into firm muscle. "There's something I've been wanting to try for a while now. I would enjoy it very much and I hope you will too, but I'll understand if you don't."
Itachi turned to look back at him, dark eyes intent behind the slits in his mask. "You will stop if I ask?"
He frowned at the way Itachi made that a question. A thousand sharp retorts flashed through his mind, but he realized that despite his apparent confidence, Itachi was just as uncertain of where they stood as Kakashi himself. Perhaps even more so. Maybe he needed the reassurance of having it said aloud. "Of course. Always."
Itachi nodded slowly. "All right."
Kakashi got his feet under him and stood with Itachi cradled bridal-style in his arms. Itachi automatically moved to roll out of his grip, but Kakashi shifted his hands to prevent it. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the indignant flash of Itachi's chakra.
"I want you to trust me," Kakashi said softly as he leapt down and set off toward his apartment at an easy run. Itachi seemed to consider this for a few minutes, and then Kakashi felt him deliberately relax against his chestplate.
"I do, Taichou."
Kakashi felt his lips turn up in a smile at the sound of his old title, and he doubled his pace. By the time they reached the little one-room apartment that Kakashi had called home since he was a Genin, Itachi was curled up against him with his face pressed into Kakashi's tattered armor in an attempt to escape the biting wind. When the Uchiha permitted himself the luxury, he was genuinely comfortable with his former Captain, and that allowed for little moments like this where he would forget himself and do something entirely adorable.
Kakashi settled him on the narrow bed and brushed his bangs aside, unlatching the mask over Itachi's face. Itachi let him as if it were nothing, but even if they had seen each other before, to do it again was the ultimate expression of faith for an ANBU shinobi. By sleeping with him, Itachi was tacitly saying he was confident the other man would not physically harm him, or at least that he was sure he'd be able to defend himself if it came to that. By removing his mask, he was linking the classified missions of ANBU's Crow with the face of the Uchiha Heir, Konoha's golden boy. He was giving Kakashi the ability to destroy him.
"Itachi," Kakashi whispered, letting his tongue caress the name he couldn't often use outside his well-defended home.
A touch of pink tinged Itachi's pale cheeks as he reached up to run his fingers over Kakashi's arm. "Kakashi."
He sighed softly, a little disappointed that Itachi hadn't attempted to remove the Hound mask. But of course he wouldn't. Itachi never pushed. Where others might see disinterest, or perhaps simple naivete, Kakashi saw something else entirely. Like a child caught holding a sculpture of blown glass, Itachi feared the damage he might do if he moved too quickly and disrupted the equilibrium he had found. Kakashi slowly pulled the mask away, and then rolled down the black cloth that covered the lower half of his face.
Itachi averted his eyes for a moment before he peeked back up. "I thought you asked me to trust you."
Kakashi chuckled and pecked him on the forehead. "Trust goes both ways, love."
Very gently, Kakashi unbuckled Itachi's gray flak vest and set it aside. He marveled at just how delicate the little soldier could appear to the untrained eye, all lean, lithe muscle under porcelain-pale skin. If he hadn't witnessed Itachi's strength countless times, he would question the brat's health. Silently resolving to buy him a much-needed stick of dango in the morning, Kakashi drew Itachi's shirt up over his head. Itachi raised his arms to help him, but before he could put them back at his sides, Kakashi snatched both wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall.
Itachi started to twist away, drawing himself up so he could get a solid kick at the other man, but then he stilled. "Ah. Trust?"
He nodded. "Is this okay?"
Itachi sat back on his knees and shifted his wrists, testing the grip that restrained him. Kakashi didn't loosen his hold, even when Itachi settled again.
"This is fine."
Kakashi frowned. "If you don't want me to," he began, but Itachi shook his head.
"There are eight ways that I could escape. In six of them you would be dead," Itachi added, almost as an afterthought. "Do what you wish."
Kakashi let him go and stepped back, and Itachi looked almost hurt as his hands fell into his lap. "Kakashi?"
"That isn't what trust means," Kakashi said, not unkindly. There were other words that he'd had to explain over the years, 'vacation' (which was distinct from mandatory leave due to an injury) and 'friend' (a term that a much younger Itachi hadn't realized meant more than either 'comrade-in-arms' or 'clansman') among the most memorable. Why should 'I trust you' (as opposed to 'I can rip your throat out with my teeth') be any different?
Itachi stared at the floor. "I meant no offense."
"None taken, though I only counted five ways you could have killed me," Kakashi said wryly. "Trust means that you know someone would never harm you, even if you were powerless to defend yourself. That you know the decisions they make are for your benefit. Do you trust anyone?"
He looked uncertain, but he nodded hesitantly.
"Do you want to trust me?" Not, Do you trust me? Not yet. Itachi knew how to lie to an enemy without a blink, but he hadn't yet learned to do the same to a lover. Kakashi fervently prayed that he never would.
Itachi didn't respond for a few minutes, weighing his options. Then he nodded again.
Telegraphing his already cautious movements, Kakashi unclipped Itachi's kunai holsters and set them aside, just out of reach. Then he drew out the little holdout dagger that Itachi kept hidden at his left ankle and set it on top of them. He absently noted that even after all these years, Itachi still didn't carry his sword when he was off duty. Not since...
Kakashi shut that thought down hard. Itachi had followed orders. He had saved hundreds, if not thousands of lives. And there was still a dead little girl at the end of it, her blood staining his blade as she stared up at the boy she'd thought was an orphaned civilian who had become like a brother to her. Itachi had played his part well, and he'd infiltrated the Kirigakure terrorist network faster and more completely than anyone had expected. And when the command was given, he hadn't hesitated to slaughter them all. It was only afterward that he had broken down in the passive, empty way that only Itachi could. He'd sat on the floor of Kakashi's apartment for ages, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing. He hadn't reacted when his Captain had spoken to him, nudged him, waved a plate of mochi under his nose, or even when he casually flicked a kunai in his direction. Nothing at all. And when dawn came, he'd suddenly stood, nodded to Kakashi, and left through the window. They never spoke of it again, but it haunted them both.
Kakashi closed his eyes. "If you aren't okay with this, swear to me that you'll say so. I'll stop anytime."
Itachi laid his fingertips on Kakashi's wrist, his touch feather light. "I'm all right."
"Hold out your hands. Cross them at the wrist," Kakashi said softly, and he was more than a little surprised when Itachi obeyed. He made Itachi keep them there for a moment as a test of his resolve before he reached into the top drawer of the bedside table. Itachi was perfectly still the entire time, but those sharply defined muscles went taut when his hand came out of the drawer. Kakashi waited, watching the way Itachi's chest rose and fell just a little quicker.
"You...want to..." Itachi trailed off.
He still hadn't moved, so Kakashi reached out and gently wrapped his long fingers around Itachi's wrists again. Itachi didn't pull away.
"Tell me to stop," Kakashi ordered, steadily bringing the slender length of chakra-suppressing rope up to where he still trapped Itachi's hands. Itachi was no unblooded Academy sensei. He was ANBU, and to give up this kind of power would go against his very nature. They would have to take things slowly, if they were going to do it at all. And by the gods, he hoped they were going to. "Tell me, Itachi."
Itachi's face reddened and he looked away. "I don't want you to stop," he whispered.
Kakashi couldn't prevent his stunned intake of breath, and he saw Itachi's face burn even brighter. Still moving slowly enough that Itachi could escape if he chose to, Kakashi looped the soft cord around his wrists several times before doubling back between them, forming a pair of snug, connected cuffs. Itachi's eyes widened in a failed attempt to activate his Sharingan, but he remained still and quiet, even when Kakashi completed the knot and pulled it tight.
"How does this feel?" he asked, taking two steps back so that he was out of Itachi's immediate personal space. Itachi tugged curiously at the bonds, and Kakashi let out a quiet sigh of relief when he saw no fear in the young soldier's face. Itachi's eyes quickly lost the crimson flickering in their depths as he acknowledged that his chakra was useless, but he continued pulling at the rope, testing just how far it restrained his movement while he attempted a pair of elbow strikes in the air.
"I'm certain you could make me feel much better if you would dispense with this needless caution. I am not as fragile as you seem to believe," Itachi said petulantly, and for the first time, Kakashi noticed the way his loose pants were tented at the front.
He laughed quietly. "Well, someone's impatient."
Itachi blushed further and half turned away from him. "It's been almost a month."
"That it has," Kakashi said. "And I've missed you every second."
He eased himself down onto the bed, deliberately behind Itachi. Predictably, Itachi started to shift so that his bound hands could be of use, but he stopped himself with a huff of frustration. Kakashi let his fingers trail lightly up Itachi's spine and over the backs of his shoulders, earning a shiver from him as his body arched, caught between his desire for contact and the instinct to move away.
"I want you to trust me," Kakashi murmured against the back of Itachi's neck. "I want to give you what I know you need."
Itachi's breathing sped up as he said, "Please."
Kakashi buried his face in the smoky scent of Itachi's hair, two fingers deftly snapping the red tie that restrained it. "I'm going to see you completely undone."
"If you're attempting to make me beg, you'll have to do better than that," Itachi said, but his voice was just a little too breathy.
"All in good time," Kakashi warned. His fingers traced over Itachi's heated skin, slowly making their way around to his chest. When they closed around one of the sensitive nubs of flesh, Itachi gasped. Kakashi rolled it expertly until Itachi began to relax into the contact, his head drifting back as he pushed his chest into the older man's fingers. "Mmm, good boy. Put your hands above your head for me."
His hands twitched as if he wanted nothing more than to throw them into the air at the command, but this was Uchiha Itachi. He slowly lifted his arms, the tension returning to his body as he left his stomach and ribs unprotected.
The moment his hands cleared his forehead, Kakashi snatched the rope and pulled them down to the base of Itachi's neck. Due to the angle, Itachi wouldn't have the leverage to break out of the hold, and he knew it. Kakashi held his breath as Itachi went dead still.
"Tell me to stop, love. I'll cut you loose right now, and I won't touch you again until you say," Kakashi said, planting a pair of quick, gentle kisses on Itachi's clenched fists. When Itachi didn't speak, he let his free hand return to teasing the boy's nipple. He pinched hard and Itachi arched, mouth falling open in a choked cry. "Unless, of course, you don't want me to let you go. Personally, I'd rather keep this up for a long, long time."
Itachi let out a low moan, so quiet that Kakashi didn't so much hear it as feel the vibration in the younger man's chest. That wouldn't do at all.
"Go on, what do you want?" Kakashi murmured, and his hand left Itachi's chest to trail along his waistband. "Tell me, Itachi."
Itachi's hips thrusted forward involuntarily. "Kakashi," he whispered.
"Hmm? This, maybe?"
Itachi sucked in a breath as Kakashi's hand slipped inside, grasping him through his boxers.
"Hmm, guess I'm right," Kakashi teased, and he squeezed just a bit more firmly. For his part Itachi didn't seem distressed, though he still raised himself higher onto his knees, pulling away from sensation in an attempt to regain control.
"No, love," Kakashi said, tugging at Itachi's bound hands a bit. "Keep still. I'm going to be a little rougher than you're used to, but nothing is going to hurt. This is going to be very good. You can trust me."
Itachi whined as Kakashi's hand continued its slow, but insistent movements against him, and he eased more pressure onto Itachi's arms until Itachi was forced to arch backward. Not for the first time, he thoroughly enjoyed the height advantage he had over his lover. Looking down on Itachi's slightly strained body, watching his stomach ripple as he worked to pump enough air into his lungs, seeing his powerful legs twitching and tensing as he struggled not to thrust up into Kakashi's hand...
"You're perfect, Itachi. And you're mine," he growled.
"Ah, Kakashi! I can't, please!" Itachi whimpered softly.
Kakashi hesitated, half fearful that he'd gone too far, but he relaxed when he saw the raw need that clouded those dark eyes. "You can, and you will," he said with a slow smile. "You better not come until I say."
Itachi let out a mewl that sounded an awful lot like, "Fuck..." and Kakashi's grin only widened. Driving Itachi to profanity was rarely so easy.
"My, my. And I let you kiss me with that mouth?" he said, shaking his head. Kakashi squeezed just a bit tighter and worked his hand quickly, reveling in the guttural moan it drew from Itachi. He kept it up until Itachi's teeth tore into his lower lip and his hips started to snap into Kakashi's rhythm against his will. He had to force himself to remember that Itachi was too inexperienced to have the kind of control Iruka had possessed, and he abruptly took his hand away.
"Did I say you could move?"
"N-no," Itachi whined, shivering as he struggled to keep himself from taking advantage of the slight friction of his clothes against his cock.
Kakashi kissed his neck tenderly. Gods above, that natural submission, answering him without any extra prompting. Kakashi's own cock twitched in his pants at the implications of this little discovery. "Are you sorry for disobeying me?"
"Will you finish what you started if I am?" Itachi challenged.
Okay, perhaps not entirely submissive. It seemed he would require a bit of breaking in after all. Kakashi was sorely tempted to throw him forward on the mattress and give him a thorough spanking, but he'd promised Itachi that he wouldn't hurt him. And Itachi was an ANBU Captain. If he wasn't prepared for it, even a light blow could start a fight with the potential to level several city blocks...and that would be before Itachi recovered from his instinctive reaction to a physical threat. Maybe they'd be able to work up to that, given time.
Kakashi settled for pulling Itachi's pants and boxers down a bit so he could wrap his fingers around him without the cloth in the way. "You'll have to earn that, love. The only thing you have to gain here is to avoid losing the chance."
Itachi trembled as Kakashi's loose fist trailed up and down his cock. "Ah, Kakashi, please! If you keep that up..."
"Tsk," Kakashi admonished. "I've missed hearing you call me Taichou. Try that."
"T-Taichou!" Itachi gasped. "Please, Taichou, if you don't want me to..."
With a smile, Kakashi kissed Itachi's shoulder. After four weeks of separation and only stolen moments for ages before that, this was exactly what Itachi needed. "Don't even think of coming all over my hand. Maybe if you apologize for being such a brat earlier, I'll give you a break. It sure looks like you need one."
He had to give him credit. It took the stubborn boy several minutes to throw his head back against Kakashi's chest, frantically whimpering, "Please, Taichou, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! If you don't stop this instant, I'm going to ah—"
Kakashi's hand clamped down around the base of Itachi's cock, helping him hold back his release. "That was a close one, darling. Very close. You really shouldn't be so damned headstrong. Look what you almost did."
Kakashi gently pushed Itachi's head forward with two fingers, showing Itachi his own red, throbbing cock. It was glistening with pre-come, and a little drop fell to the mattress as he watched. Itachi shuddered beautifully, and Kakashi nuzzled his face against the panting boy's ear. "I think it's time you did something for me. You're not going to spurt all over my fingers if I let you go, are you?"
"N-no, Taichou," Itachi gasped, his eyes closing as he fought to control himself.
"Are you sure?" Kakashi asked. "You're being so good, I'd hate to see you get yourself into trouble."
"I think that's precisely what you're hoping for," Itachi said, but there was none of that cold confidence in his tone now. The words were almost a plea.
"Maybe," Kakashi murmured. "I'm going to let go and I want you to stand up, all right, love?"
Itachi's teeth found his lip again, and Kakashi saw his legs twitch, as if Itachi wasn't sure they would support his weight. Very slowly, Kakashi removed both of his hands, but Itachi seemed frozen in concentration as his mind warred with his body.
"On your feet, now," Kakashi prompted gently.
Itachi's shoulders curled inward as he climbed off the bed, lowering his hands in front of himself to tug his pants back up over his hips. He was flushed and sweating, his charcoal eyes now even darker with arousal... Kakashi had never considered himself fortunate but right now, he was certain that he was the luckiest man in all of Fire Country.
"Keep your hands where they were," he snapped out, sharp like an ANBU order, and Itachi lifted them again with a startled gasp. "And stand up straight."
"S-sorry, Taichou," he whispered, his face turning that delicious shade of red again as Kakashi's eyes devoured him.
Kakashi lifted a finger to trail along Itachi's glowing cheek, but Itachi shied back from his touch. "Are you all right?" he asked, instantly concerned.
His only answer was an inarticulate mumble, but Kakashi saw the way Itachi's shoulders hunched a bit and his feet inched closer together.
"Aw, is my pretty little raven embarrassed that I like to look at him?" he asked, laughing quietly as his hands settled on Itachi's narrow hips. Without warning, he yanked the boy's loose pants and boxers to the floor. He was ready when Itachi's hands came down to shove him away, and he caught them expertly, lifting them back behind the brat's head. "Keep still, or I'll tie you to the bed. It's your choice."
Itachi went rigid at the threat, and Kakashi decided that actually tying him to the bed wasn't an option yet. With a sigh, he made himself sit back down. How could he have been so careless? Making threats that he couldn't follow through with would be a fatal blow to his authority, especially with another career shinobi. He could not afford to mess this up now.
After a few minutes, he looked up, grateful to find that Itachi had stayed in position, though he was blushing madly with his eyes fixed on a point somewhere over Kakashi's right shoulder. If Itachi didn't push him, this was still workable.
Then Itachi spoke. "Damn it, Kakashi, what is wrong with you? Stop staring at me like that."
Gods above, an insecure Uchiha? Was such a thing even possible? But the prickly defensiveness in Itachi's voice could be nothing else. With a smile, Kakashi stood and placed a sweet, chaste kiss over those pouting lips. "You are the most magnificent creature alive," he said softly. "I adore you, Uchiha Itachi. You can hardly blame me for wanting a proper look."
"Dirty old man," Itachi muttered, somewhat mollified.
"Oh, yes. But you've always known that, and despite this egregious flaw in my character, you've still found it in your heart to love me."
"It's not such a terrible flaw," Itachi whispered as Kakashi's lips brushed over his throat. "More—ah, more of a virtue, really."
Kakashi hummed in contentment as he trailed a line of slow, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and over his collarbones. Itachi's lips parted willingly when Kakashi returned to them, and Kakashi's hands grasped the boy's bottom of their own accord, pulling him flush against his front. His tongue coaxed Itachi's hesitant one into action, and he let Itachi fight for dominance of the kiss before he reminded him who was in control.
Itachi moaned into his mouth as Kakashi forced his thigh between Itachi's legs. Kakashi's hands kneaded his backside, Itachi needed no further encouragement to grind against the rough fabric of Kakashi's uniform blacks. This drew an answering groan from Kakashi and he pressed his leg up harder, pulling Itachi upward until he was stretched onto his toes, his body helpless as Kakashi's hands, hips, and mouth had their way with him. Itachi's bound wrists came down behind Kakashi's neck for balance, but a glare and a sharp bite to his lower lip made him put them back again.
"Taichou," Itachi gasped. "Please, I can't...much longer. I'm so close. Please let me—"
Kakashi swallowed the plea with another long kiss, and one finger started tauntingly circling Itachi's entrance. Itachi tried to push himself down onto it, but that would mean shifting his groin away from the steady pressure of Kakashi's thigh. He snarled in frustration, but Kakashi only deepened the kiss until Itachi couldn't breathe well enough to protest any further. Itachi's hands fell around Kakashi's neck again as his hips bucked harder, and Kakashi tore his mouth away just far enough to murmur, "No. Be good, now."
He really should have known that the boy was too far gone to listen to him. Itachi clung to Kakashi's neck as his hips moved faster, and seconds later he let out a breathless cry of relief. Kakashi stubbornly fought down his own unsated arousal and held Itachi tightly to his chest, letting Itachi rest in his arms.
Slowly, Itachi came back to himself, blinking up at Kakashi with embarrassment and something not unlike fear in his eyes.
"You certainly got carried away, didn't you, love?" Kakashi murmured gently, and he bent his head to kiss Itachi's temple.
"I'm...sorry?" Itachi tried, cautiously lifting his arms back behind his head.
Kakashi felt every muscle in Itachi's body tense in apprehension, and he didn't fight his slow, wicked smile. "Oh, no. That's not nearly good enough."
"That was entirely your fault," Itachi snapped.
"Well, I suppose I was a bit hard on you," Kakashi said sweetly, releasing him. "How about a compromise? You get that pretty ass on my bed right now, but I won't tie you to it." Meeting Itachi's obvious anxiety with any further heavy-handedness would do more harm than good. This was the delicate part, seeing if he could accept Kakashi's dominance when he didn't get what he wanted. It was tricky, but if this worked...
Itachi hesitated, clearly torn between telling Kakashi to fuck off, or jumping onto the bed with his feet behind his ears (which the brat was flexible enough to do; he'd proven it once). Kakashi resisted the urge to tackle him to the floor and fuck him unconscious. There would be time enough for that later. Right now, if they were ever going to do this again, it had to be Itachi's choice.
Itachi seemed to sense the struggle and glanced back up at Kakashi. Those impossibly wide charcoal eyes, so dilated that they were almost onyx, searched Kakashi's face for a long moment. Then Itachi took two trembling steps and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Don't look at the ground, love," Kakashi nearly purred. "Look at the mess you've made."
Itachi peeked up nervously, and Kakashi stepped forward to tangle one hand in Itachi's hair.
"Clean it up," he ordered quietly.
Neither man moved for what felt like an eternity. Then Itachi's small, pink tongue flicked out and uncertainly scooped up a drop of the pearly liquid.
"All of it, darling. We both know how much you like the taste," Kakashi teased. Itachi's face turned scarlet again and he tried to pull his head back, but Kakashi tightened his grip on Itachi's hair. "Don't make me tell you a third time."
Itachi's eyes flickered to his weapons, mockingly out of reach, and Kakashi gentled his tone if not his hands. "I'm not going to hurt you, you have my word," he said. "But you disobeyed me, and I can't just let that go."
He watched the struggle play itself out in the tension of Itachi's shoulders and the tiny, almost imperceptible frown that tugged at his kiss-swollen lips. And he didn't fail to notice that Itachi's cock was steadily hardening again. Itachi hesitated a moment longer, but then his eyes rolled up to meet Kakashi's own. His tongue trailed along his lower lip and reached out to remove another drop. This time, Itachi didn't stop with that. He dragged his tongue over the rough fabric of Kakashi's uniform pants, tracing the lines of white with painstaking slowness before he closed his eyes and swallowed with a satisfied hum.
Kakashi gasped as the heat of Itachi's tongue returned, leisurely making its way down from his waistband as Itachi lapped up the last few drops. Even when they were gone, Itachi kept up the pretense of searching for them, running his tongue in wide circles over Kakashi's crotch and mouthing him through the cloth. Kakashi's hand tightened in Itachi's hair. "Ah, fuck, Itachi!"
Itachi stared up at him, drawing back as if he was equally startled by what he had done. "Did you...not...like that?"
Kakashi groaned and gently pushed Itachi backward on the mattress, lowering himself on top of him to claim his lips again. Could this boy be any more adorable?
Then Itachi huffed a laugh against his cheek and murmured, "Dirty old man, indeed."
It was almost painful to drag his mouth away from Itachi again, but Kakashi raised his head just out of Itachi's reach. "Don't think this gets you out of your punishment, sweetheart," he warned. "But yes, I liked that very much."
Itachi shifted beneath him, a little nervousness returning as he eased himself back onto the mattress. "What are you going to do?"
In answer, Kakashi rolled off the bed and lazily dragged his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside for the first time. His promise that nothing he did would hurt, coupled with his desire to make this an overwhelmingly positive experience for Itachi, left him with comparatively few options. However, there was one thing that he knew he would enjoy, and he thought Itachi could handle it. It wasn't really a punishment, per se, but with a little modification... Oh yes, it most certainly was, especially for such a sensitive little brat. And if Kakashi was very careful, it wouldn't hurt one bit. Well, not in the way Itachi was worried about.
But if he was going to have the patience to manage it, there was something he would have to take care of first. He had been denied long enough.
"Taichou?" Itachi asked anxiously.
Kakashi grinned and peeled his pants down his legs, kicking them across the room before he fisted Itachi's hair again. He yanked him up into a sitting position, Itachi's face level with the straining bulge at the front of his gray boxers. "Why don't you get these out of our way for me, darling?"
Itachi froze momentarily as he half-fought, half-surrendered to Kakashi's more aggressive handling. Kakashi waited as Itachi took a few quick, calming breaths, plainly torn between his undeniable arousal, and his mind's insistence that he needed to escape. Don't push it, Kakashi warned himself, and he was well rewarded for his patience. After what felt like an hour but in truth was probably less than a minute, Itachi's fingers settled on the top edge of the cloth. He cautiously pulled it down over Kakashi's thighs and let it drop to the floor.
"Touch yourself," Kakashi commanded. Itachi's lips parted in a perfect O of confusion, and Kakashi jerked him forward, burying his cock to the hilt in the warm wetness of Itachi's mouth. Itachi's throat convulsed around the sudden intrusion, and Kakashi threw his head back with a low groan. "Gods, you feel so good, love. Now relax for me."
It took a moment, but Itachi slowly adjusted to accommodate him. Kakashi wasn't sure if it was raw shinobi discipline or the absence of a gag reflex that allowed Itachi to take him so perfectly, but he had been able to deep throat his former Captain from the very first night they spent together in some backwater outpost four months ago. Itachi made a muffled noise of protest and the vibration seemed to travel straight through Kakashi's spine, bypassing his brain and causing his hips to slam forward again.
Two callused hands shoved at his thigh, and Kakashi stilled deep within him. "Sorry," he murmured, chagrined.
Itachi's eyes, still wide with a blend of arousal and wariness, narrowed considerably.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth very hard, darling. If it's too much, snap your fingers, and I'll stop," Kakashi promised. When there was no sound, he wound his fingers more securely into Itachi's hair. "Now, I think I told you to do something for me."
Itachi's bound hands moved hesitantly downward, and he very nearly lost it at the sight of his blushing little raven stroking himself with his lips stretched around Kakashi's cock. He tightened his grip on Itachi's hair and started moving. Each sharp thrust made Itachi's throat squeeze around his length, and Kakashi's neglected body soon lost any semblance of rhythm, slamming into that warm, soft cavern. Itachi whimpered and moaned around him, yielding completely, and his hand moved rapidly over his cock until his hips started to rock upward into the sensation.
"Don't come, Itachi," Kakashi gasped as he felt his own release building. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
Itachi whined and stared up at him with pleading eyes, but Kakashi yanked his hair in warning, and Itachi's hands fisted the sheets as he denied himself those last moments of friction that would push him over the edge again. Kakashi had no such restraint. He shoved Itachi's head down with a satisfied groan when Itachi's throat convulsed again. Kakashi leaned over the boy to put a hand on the wall, breathing hard for a moment. By the gods, how long had he wanted to do that?
He ran one thumb over Itachi's cheek and smiled at the drop of saliva that trailed from the corner of his slack mouth as Kakashi eased out of him. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.
"Yes, Taichou," Itachi croaked, and Kakashi gently toyed with a strand of the boy's hair. Perhaps he'd been a little too rough, but Itachi didn't seem upset with him. No, Itachi leaned against Kakashi's stomach in an affectionate head bump reminiscent of the ninneko that served his bloodline, and he didn't think it was a coincidence that Itachi's breath tickled his half-hard cock back to full arousal as he murmured, "Though I would prefer to have a little more warning in the future."
In the future. Kakashi pushed Itachi backward again, straddling his hips as he tugged Itachi's hands back above his head. This time, Itachi surrendered more readily to the forceful control Kakashi exerted over him. He rocked his hips against Kakashi's weight, but Kakashi pulled back. "You wouldn't want to get yourself in any further trouble, would you?"
Itachi shrugged as much as his position would allow. "I am not...entirely opposed to the idea."
Kakashi closed his eyes momentarily. Just what kind of menace had he created? Itachi playfully bucked his hips again, and Kakashi jerked his hands upward until his shoulders were straining. "Hold onto the headboard, brat." There was a brief flicker of fear in Itachi's eyes at the change in Kakashi's demeanor, but he complied, his long fingers obediently wrapping around one of the wooden slats. "Don't let go. You won't like the consequences if you do."
Itachi shifted nervously beneath him and tightened his grip. "Taichou?"
With a wicked grin, Kakashi eased himself back to sit between Itachi's legs. "You're so beautiful, darling. There's just one thing I need to add."
Itachi stared at him uncomprehendingly as Kakashi's hand fished around in the drawer again to pull out a small bottle of lube and a little strip of leather. Kakashi chuckled darkly. The younger man might be a trained killer, and a damn good one, but he was still so adorably innocent, only watching with wary curiosity as Kakashi rolled the device between his fingers. "Spread your legs a little wider for me," he prompted.
Itachi obeyed, drawing his knees up to expose himself even further for Kakashi's hungry eyes. Kakashi leaned down, planting a kiss on the inside of Itachi's thigh before he blew a sharp burst of air over the boy's cock. Itachi whimpered softly as Kakashi's mouth mapped his thighs and abdomen, never allowing any contact with the one place that Itachi needed him most.
"Ah, Taichou!" Itachi whined. "Just get on with i—"
Itachi arched clean off the bed when Kakashi snapped the leather around his cock and balls. He waited, carefully watching his lover's face for any signs of discomfort as Itachi wriggled his hips in an instinctive attempt to dislodge the constricting band.
"It's not going anywhere," Kakashi said evenly. "Does it hurt at all?"
"No, but...it's too tight," Itachi said.
Kakashi clicked his tongue in reproach. "It's meant to be. Do you know why you're wearing it?" The open confusion in Itachi's eyes was answer enough, but Kakashi's smile morphed into something more akin to a leer when Itachi shook his head. "Well, you're the tensai. You'll figure it out."
WIth that, he pulled Itachi's legs up over Kakashi's shoulders and pushed a thick pillow beneath his back to support him. He ran one finger over Itachi's puckered entrance and ducked his head, his tongue following the same path. He flicked it up, down, left, right, light strokes that made Itachi gasp and tense at each brief contact. Itachi let out a choked, keening cry when Kakashi pressed his tongue flat against him.
"Nnh! T-Taichou! Ah, please!" Itachi whimpered, and Kakashi eased his tongue inward, slowly caressing Itachi's hot, soft walls. Itachi groaned and tried to push himself upward, to drive Kakashi's tongue deeper, and Kakashi obliged him. He pulled back and then pierced deeply, twisting his tongue as Itachi's feet curled down to dig into his back. He grabbed Itachi's hips to keep him in place, nipping at his skin and curling his tongue in the way he knew drove Itachi mad.
"Go ahead and come if you want to. I won't mind," he said as he kissed Itachi's balls. "Just don't take your hands off the headboard, no matter what."
There was a cry of relief from Itachi when Kakashi sharply inserted a lubricated finger, followed by the return of his expert tongue. That cry quickly turned into an uncertain whine, and Kakashi grinned when Itachi stiffened.
"Kakashi I ca—ah! Taichou, what—" he whimpered, and Kakashi gave him another deep thrust of his tongue to break the sound into another helpless moan of pleasure.
He glanced up, seeing horrified understanding dawn on Itachi's face. "That's right. If you can't control yourself, I'm perfectly capable of doing it for you," he said, still pumping his finger slowly in and out. "You didn't really think you were going to get away with being such a greedy little brat, did you?"
Itachi was panting harshly now, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit back his desperate cries. Kakashi gave Itachi's cock a long, cruel lick before enveloping it in his mouth while adding a second finger. Itachi nearly screamed, his hands tightening so much that the wood began to creak under the strain. Kakashi gave him just the slightest suction and Itachi thrashed, throwing his head from side to side. "Taichou! Oh, fuck, please! I can't, I can't, I can't...AH!"
Taking pity on him, Kakashi pulled away after a few minutes to whisper in his ear. "You're so beautiful, Itachi. So perfect. I could keep you like this forever."
Itachi's eyes flew open in protest of that plan, but Kakashi's fingers scissored and Itachi could do nothing more than buck his hips in desperation. "Ah! K-Kakashi, just—nnh!"
"Oh, no, love. I said I wouldn't hurt you, remember? I'd never lie to you, so I'm going to go nice and slow," he said calmly, brushing the next finger over Itachi's entrance without pressing inward. "Do you think you're ready for a third?"
Itachi nodded rapidly.
"Are you sure? You're always such a tight little thing, and I wouldn't want to break my promise," Kakashi teased.
Itachi let out an inarticulate whine of frustration, and Kakashi caved. He withdrew his two fingers, adding the third when he plunged back in forcefully, reaching straight for that little bundle of nerves. Itachi cursed loudly when he hit it, and Kakashi was grateful that his security wards included a very strong noise-suppression jutsu. He would never get tired of that sound, and he had no desire to share it.
"You're mine, Itachi," he growled, attacking the boy's prostate ruthlessly. "Mine. Say it."
Itachi's lips moved frantically, but he couldn't form the words as Kakashi spread his fingers within him, one still rubbing against that special spot. Itachi was completely lost, writhing and bucking, and desperate little tears started to form at the corners of his eyes. Kakashi worked his fingers more quickly in response; there was only so much Itachi could take, and while this was a punishment, he didn't plan on making it as harsh as it could easily become. He subtly eased the pressure on Itachi's prostate, sealing his lips over Itachi's pulse to distract him from the little act of mercy. He sucked and bit lightly at the tender flesh, and Itachi arched his head to the side, baring it to him.
"That's right," Kakashi whispered in awe. "Let me have you."
He moved the kiss downward, sucking red and purple bruises into a collar around Itachi's neck before he let his teeth sink into the soft skin of Itachi's shoulder. He had never marked him before, never dared to, but the sight of it and Itachi's beautiful submission to his mouth and hands shattered Kakashi's patience. Surely he'd done enough to make his point.
Suddenly as desperate as the boy beneath him, he drew his fingers out of Itachi and immediately replaced them with the tip of his cock. Itachi whimpered pitifully and his lips formed something that looked like please, and Kakashi gave in. In one motion, he sheathed himself in the boy, reveling in the tight, but oh-so-soft warmth that sucked him in. He moved slowly, drawing back nearly all the way before thrusting inside again with a powerful roll of his hips, and Itachi groaned each time when he was filled once more. When Itachi shifted beneath him in an effort to increase the pace, Kakashi grabbed his hair and stole another possessive kiss, still moving in deep, maddening circles within him.
He hit that spot again, and again, grinding Itachi's cock between their stomachs, and Itachi nearly sobbed as he clenched and jerked around Kakashi's length. "You need it, don't you?" Kakashi murmured. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?"
Itachi whined and nodded as much as Kakashi's grip on his hair would allow.
"I don't know, maybe we need to keep this up a while longer. Just to make sure you understand," he said, and Itachi's cry of protest was almost pained as a few tears ran down his pale cheeks. "No? You're sure?"
With a low groan, Kakashi sealed his lips over Itachi's again before his free hand popped the clasp of the cock strap. Itachi screamed into his mouth as his body spasmed, milking Kakashi's cock and his own until Kakashi collapsed tiredly over him.
Itachi didn't even stir at the added weight, his head fallen to the side and his lips parted as he gasped for breath. And his trembling hands were still clinging to the wood by his fingertips. Kakashi kissed his forehead and gently pried them off, letting them rest on the mattress while he undid the knot and massaged the reddened lines over his wrists. Itachi's eyes fluttered closed, and Kakashi rolled to the side, pulling Itachi against his chest.
"Sleep. It's all right, I know that was a lot. You did very well," he said softly. "Go ahead and rest now."
"You're...mine..." Itachi breathed as he curled into the other man's arms.
He chuckled. "Yes, love. I am."