Kakashi decided that the sexual encounters with Naruto had to stop. He was firm in his decision, but why does he all of sudden feel like he maybe, just may be falling in love with Naruto?

A/N: This is an idea that hit me a couple of days ago. Please read and review! Rated Mature for sexual situations. Very non-desciptive in this first chapter, but the scenes are played out in much greater details in chapters to come.

As Intended

Kakashi's POV

My languid lifestyle didn't suit many people, but it seemed perfect to me. I was never really one for social outings and was perfectly content with staying home for hours on end with nothing more to amuse me than a good 'Icha Icha' novel. Surely it would seem drab to anyone looking in from outside, but then, I probably wouldn't bother with it if it were any higher profile.

Gently, I cleared a few loose strands of silver hair that were annoyingly obstructing my view. Jiraiya-san's newest addition to his novel line didn't even have time to be properly stocked at the market before I viciously kidnapped a copy. Damn, that Jiriaya sure had a way with words. Similar to a schoolgirl reading her best friend's diary, I silenty giggled as my low eyes scanned every single letter on the page. I read each page at a sloth's pace. Realistically, I could finish the book within the confines of about an hour-two, tops, but where was the fun in that? The bold printed letters on each page molded themselves into vivid, erotic scenes that I replayed over and over again in my head. There was nothing that could distract me from my novel reverie-well, almost nothing.

My interest was sparked as a familiar chakra became evident. Slowly, the chakra approached until stopping just short of my front door. There were 3 rough knocks like always. Gracefully, I walked to the door, my thumb serving as a temporary bookmark. As I opened the door, I was not surprised to see none other than Naruto on the other side. He truly didn't need to speak, and yet...

"I need to come in." His bright blue eyes never wandered from my own. His cheeks were flushed. I remained emotionless as I stepped aside and allowed the boy to walk inside. From here, the routine was the same as it always was. As he walked to my bedroom, I lazily watched as he began to remove his shirt. I could practically smell the lust that was dripping from him. Like all the times previous, I took a detour to the bathroom. My entire mindset switched. The erotic scenes from the book I had previously been involved with were about to be become real, in a sense.

I cannot recall how long these sexual escapades with Naruto had been going on. The very first encounter was nothing short of a rush of carnal desires, passion, and lust that just culminated into something that I never thought would happen. From that one time, the only time Naruto would visit my home was to fill those same sexual cravings. Despite the heaviness of the situation, I was always there to oblige him.

From the bathroom, I could literally sense the desire he was emanating and for some reason, it excied me more than normal; I was ready. Our encounters were strictly sexual. We were not sensual in the least bit. By the time that I reached my room, I was met with a blusing Naruto, on all fours and without one single item of clothing. The bare body before me drove me forward. His vibrant eyes were glazed over and half-lidded. I wasted no time. I never assisted in the prepping. In the short time that I was in the bathroom, like always, Naruto was expected to have "prepared himself" for what was to come shortly after.

"Go..." He panted-the bastard. Selfishly, I pushed myself into him until I was fully hilted. I sharply bit my lip to stifle any noise that would have resulted from the sensation. The strict, non-sensual nature of our encounters showed. Neither Naruto nor I would ever make a noise, whether from pleasure or pain. I pulled back only to thrust forward twice as fast and thus a pace was set. Naruto's hands clenched my sheets tightly, but he never made a sound. I never knew if I was hurting him, but it was something that neither of us bothered with. Minutes past and I continued to rock the small body in front of me. A layer of sweat was forming on the both of us. Hair stuck to my forehead, but I never slowed down. My hands found his small waist and I grabbed hold to gain more leverage. My bed creaked with each pump. Even if I wanted to open them, my eyes remained shut. The sensations that were assaulting me made it nearly impossible to stay silent, yet the only sound in the room from either of us was panting. My fingers dug deeper into him to the point that I was sure I'd break the skin. I didn't think it possible to go faster, but as I felt my climax quickly approaching, this limit was tested. I swear, Naruto literally had to brace himself to prevent being forced off of the bed. An orgasm absolutely ripped through me. I managed to pull out of Naruto before spurting an intangible amount of times; covering both the boy who brought me to such a fate and the bed that served as our platform.

Deeply, I sighed and stood. I dutifully wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Here you go." I said as I tossed a clean towel to the boy gathering his clothes. I made my way back to the bathroom to shower; it was also my time to reflect. As the hot water cascaded over me, I began to think. These encounters with Naruto were really getting to me. In the beginning, I shrugged off the nagging feeling I always got after we were done, but lately, it was getting harder and harder to shake. I had to stop it. This was not helping either of us in the long run. Sure, we'd satisfy our desires for a brief moment, but I couldn't help but feel like we were harming ourselves down the line. I had my resolve. I'd break the news to Naruto the next time that I saw him. These sexual adventures had to stop. My decision was made, but deep down I knew it would be easier said than done. As warm water became cold, I was given the unofficial signal to get out.

I toweled off as I walked back to my bedroom. After we were done and as I was showering,like always, Naruto would clean himself up, dress, and rid my bed of the dirty sheets. By the time I was done with my shower, he'd assuredly be gone and on his way back to his house like he always was.

Knowing this, I was more than shocked to see the boy peacefully sleeping on the same bed I had left him in. The dirty sheets were in the corner, and he was fully dressed, but I never thought I'd still see him there. I pondered sleeping on my couch, but my heavy eyes had other ideas. Slowly, I walked up to the slumbering Naruto. My fingers brushed a few golden tufts away from his angelic face-wait, what? I quickly banished the stray thought from my head, and yet still found myself unconsiously tracing the gentle lines on his cheeks. I'd seen Naruto a million and one times, but for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that rose from within me. Forcing myself to focus once more, I laid down on the other side of the bed and gave him space.

I soaked up his image for a couple minutes before I finally found myself joining him in slumber.

At some indiscernable time, I awoke. There was pressure against me. It took near to ten or so seconds before I realized the situation. Somehow, Naruto had shifted to my side of the bed.I may have been able to blame it on the fact that some people just move around as they sleep, but this situation was a bit more complex. He had completely shifted sides. As I dosed initially, he was facing away from me, but now, he was snuggled against me, head against my chest. For some reason, this position felt oddly natural. It never occurred to me that he could possibly be awake, but I barely detected an audible "Goodnight" from the boy beneath me. His head crooned upwards and my skin went ablaze as he softly kissed my neck, not aware that I was as alert as he was. As he rested his head once more on my chest, I was sure that he could feel my heart beat begin to race. A blush stuck to my cheeks and I felt as though I could burn the boy under me with how hot my skin had become. I can't remember for certain, but I think I fell back to sleep with a smile.

In the morning, Naruto was gone. I awoke and immediately felt a sense of emptiness; it was so weird. My mind wandered to what happened the previous night and I remembered it so vividly. The strange feeling in my stomach came back once again at the mere thought of Naruto. I scolded myself because I was positive that was blushing. I was not a guy that gave a lot of thought to things, but two things racked my brain.

One, the sexual escapades with Naruto had to stop!

Two, why did I feel like I was falling in love with him?...

A/N: A long first chapter, I know! I had to set the premise for the story. The following chapters shouldn't be as long. And yeah, I know the sex scene was not very descriptive, but that's how I wanted the first chapter to go...the scenes will become much more vivid in later chapters though.

Please review the story if you've got the time! I'm always anxious to hear what people think of my stories.