My very first SasuKaka!! About damn time, eh?? What with all those KakaNarus, it's good to write about him smexing a new student.
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Practice. He had to practice using his Sharingan. At least that was the excuse he'd used when Kakashi had bothered to ask for one. Sasuke knew that the only reason the jonin had agreed was that the younger Uchiha had yet to learn to use Tsukiyomi. Otherwise, he would have gotten a stiff look and a firm refusal.
A dark eye observed him cautiously as the silver-haired man made sure his hitai-ate was securely covering his own Sharingan. The tenseness of Kakashi's shoulders was the only indicator of how uncomfortable he was with Sasuke's chosen training.
The brunette boy nodded to let the older man know he was ready to begin, almost offering encouraging words before biting his tongue sharply. Kakashi's unease with this was none of his business.
The pale skin around his sensei's right eye tightened minutely when Sasuke's Sharingan started spinning. Sasuke could tell that the jounin was fighting to keep himself steady and he wondered what exactly it was that Itachi had done to him using his natural bloodline limit. He would probably never really know, the older Uchiha was only interested in showing Sasuke one thing when he was trapped in his brother's genjutsu.
Sasuke willed darkness to fill Kakashi's mind, forcing the jonin to relax slowly. His manipulations would be much easier when the older man wasn't so tense.
Kakashi's muscles loosened gradually, his eye watching Sasuke though in his mind he saw only dark. A hand brushed over his mask and the silver-haired man gasped as it was jerked down. He tried to see where the hand had come from but there was only nothingness around him.
"Sasuke," he breathed, trying to at least scent out the Uchiha if his eye refused to find him.
"I knew you couldn't be as ugly as we thought under that mask." Sasuke commented from somewhere to Kakashi's left and he jerked his head to find him but there was no one. A slightly confused expression crossed his face, silver eyebrows drawing together in perplexity. How could Sasuke see in this?
"Don't worry, sensei. My eyes are better than yours."
Nimble fingers latched onto the silver zipper of Kakashi's jonin vest, giving it a slow tug as Kakashi pulled away, effectively opening his vest himself. The silver-haired man mentally berated himself for the obvious weakness in his movement and would have smacked himself but it felt as though his hands were suddenly bound.
"Sasuke, what are you doing?" His voice came out softer than Kakashi had meant for it to. He needed to take control of this situation. Training Sasuke was fine but when the clothes started coming off, for reasons other than a 100-degree day, then things were definitely going in the wrong direction.
"Practicing," the calm voice replied from Kakashi's right. The silver head whipped in that direction but there was nothing.
"Practicing what?" His voice sounded almost ragged to his own ears and Kakashi swallowed thickly. A warm body pressed up against his back, the jounin strained to see who in the darkness. More black was the only thing his eye could see, though it seemed to shift with the person's movements.
"My Sharingan, of course."
"What kind of practice is this for that?"
"It's simple. I have you trapped in a genjutsu where I can do anything I want to you. That's Sharingan practice, sensei," Sasuke replied almost sweetly.
Kakashi was far from fooled by the innocent act. Of course the slim hand sliding down the front of the jounin's pants might have been a dead giveaway.
lmao... Just lmao