WARNING; MATURE ADULT CONTENT. CONTAINS; ORAL SEX, SMUT AND YAOI (MALE/MALE). BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A SEXUALLY DETAILED FAN STORY.

Author: Jannasaur

Genre(s): Romance / Hurt & Comfort

Fandom: NARUTO
Characters (pairing): Kakashi Hatake x Naruto Uzumaki

Summary:
Kakashi is a well paid business man, with too much time and money on his hands and Naruto is a homeless teen, without it. What happens when Naruto makes an offer Kakashi just can't refuse!

Disclaimer; I don't own Naruto, nor its characters. All rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto© I make no money from this.

Warning; Rated M for KakaNaru, Oral Sex, Male/Male, Homosexuality, Lemons (Sex), Yaoi (Male/Male) and Paedophilia (Older/Younger and under aged)

WARNING; MATURE ADULT CONTENT. CONTAINS; ORAL SEX, SMUT AND YAOI (MALE/MALE). BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A SEXUALLY DETAILED FAN STORY.

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Part I

Damp air and cold breezes danced through the deserted alley-way I stood in. I was alone, lighting up a single cigarette in the darkness before returning home. I had just been out for a beer, and the alley-way I stood in was just beside the bar I had drunk in. I had gone alone after a long day of work, and it was the only method to relieve my stress from my working hours.
My name is Kakashi Hatake. Though I am thirty, I am still a bachelor. I do not date, and I do not have any sort of relationship with a woman. I live alone in a one bedroom apartment, and work long hours to fill up my free time. You could say I had no life, most definitely, no sex life. The only sex in my life was the words on my favourite novels: The Make-out Paradise series. Therefore I am a very lonely man, with no particular interest.

I remained in the alley-way, puffing on my cigarette, and just letting my mind go blank for a while, instead of thinking about my oh-so-depressing life. I closed my eyes, and my ears were filled with nothing but beautiful sounds of the noise emitting from the busy streets of Tokyo city.
I heard the sound of foot-steps. I ignored them, but as they grew closer, I opened my eyes in curiosity.

Suddenly I was confronted with a young boy standing before me. His hair was bright and messy, and his clothes looked ragged and tatty. He looked as if he was living on the streets, but he also appeared far too young.
I just looked at him, and he just stood there as if he wanted my attention, and after a moment or so, I gave him some.

"May I help you?" I asked politely, anticipating what he would say.

He looked around sheepishly, and tugged nervously at the hem of his baggy jumper. Even his hands were filthy, with dirt and muck under the beds of his nails. He was surely one of the homeless. "I need money…" He replied rather bluntly, and pausing as if I were suddenly assumed to hand over some cash. The problem was, I didn't have any with my right now, all my money was on a credit card.

"I'm sorry kid, but I don't have any." I replied casually, but he only glared back at me with a fierce look in his sparkling blue eyes.

"You're kidding me, right?" He chuckled mischievously, which took me back a bit. "You're dressed in fancy clothes, and probably drive a flashy car, while working some well-paying job."

The kid was right; I did drive a pretty flashy car, and worked long hours to get the pay I deserved. But that didn't mean he had to be all cheeky to me, I worked hard to keep a roof over my head instead of doing drugs and other stuff he may be on the streets for.

"Excuse me?" I replied. He shouldn't be able to speak to me like that, whether he is a homeless kid or not.

The young boy sighed, looking down at his sneakers, which were already forming holds before slowly raising his eyes to gaze into my own. "Come on," he whispered, so soft and child-like I almost felt guilty for my thoughts. "I just really need some money right now…" I didn't say anything, so he continued. "I just want a bit of cash, please. I'll do anything."

At that, I gasped. He could be implying anything. "Mister, it's just this one time." He whispered, stepping closer to me to gently grab my arm. "I just need a bit of money, that's all."

What did he mean by 'one time' and 'anything'? Surely he couldn't be suggesting that he-… That we-…

"I would never ask someone to have sex with me for money, but I really need some money right now." He stared at me, with almost a puppy-like expression on his face that filled my heart with guilt. If I didn't accept his offer, I'd feel bad. But if I accepted what he was suggesting, I would also feel just as guilty, but more so that if I were to reject him.

"How old are you?" I asked sternly, looking down at the young boy.

He looked up at me and smiled mischievously. He looked too young to be out on the cold streets alone.

"If you want money for food or something, I can take you in the diner and get you something. You don't need to sell your body to me." I replied, exhaling the smoke.

The boy looked at me with sadness in his big eyes, something wasn't right. He looked unhealthy too, a common look amongst homeless people I supposed. He was pale and skinny, and had dark circles under his eyes which looked almost hollow.

"So, tell me, how old are you?"

He looked down for a few seconds without saying a word, and then cast his eyes up again. "I'm seventeen years old. And I don't need any food; I just need some money..."

I heaved a heavy sigh. He was young, and too young to be out on the streets this late asking for money, and giving his body in return for a bit of cash. "Come home with me, it isn't right for you to be out on the streets this late," But before I could continue, he interrupted.

"So you're accepting my offer?"

I hadn't accepted any offer. "Yeah," I mumbled, but it was a lie. "My car is just there, come with me, I'll take you back to my place." I flicked the burned out cigarette bud and ushered the boy to follow me.

I stepped out of the alley-way and onto the pavement, filled with pools of light, provided by the many lights that Tokyo city supplied. I led him to my car in silence, the black Mercedes parked opposite the diner, and he followed quietly.

Once we reached the car and were sat inside, I asked the boy for his name.

"My name's Naruto."

"Naruto… I'm Kakashi." I replied before starting the car.

The drive wasn't long, but felt long thanks to the awkward silence. I didn't expect to have a conversation with the boy, nor did I have any hope in getting friendly with him. My plans for what was going to happen once we got to my apartment were far more different than his.

We reached my apartment building, and before long, we reached my apartment door. I opened the entrance to my home after a struggle with the keys, and ushered Naruto in. He looked anxious as he timidly walked into my apartment fully before I followed behind him after locking my apartment door. He quickly glanced back, and watched me as I locked the front door. A look of terror crossed his face.

"Don't worry," I said, taking off my jacket to hang it up. "I'm not trying to lock you in; it's just a habit you get; to lock the door as soon as you come in from work."

He looked at me carefully for a few seconds before giving me a simple nod of his head.

"Feel free to sit down if you like?" I offered, stepping more into the living area of my house. Though I did not live in a fancy apartment complex, the view out of my living room window was pretty amazing. Naruto must have thought the same, for he simply stood in the centre of my living room, gazing out of the window, and at the hundreds of lights and buildings within Tokyo. I didn't disturb him, and let him continue to look out at the scenery while I went into the kitchen to retrieve myself a bottle of whisky, and two glasses.
I returned from the kitchen with both objects in hand, and then placed them upon the coffee table.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Oh," Naruto sighed turning around to meet with my gaze as I sat on the couch sparking up another cigarette. "Yes, I've never seen the city like this in a while..." He said, slowly stepping closer to the couch I was sat on.

"Sit down," I replied, but I knew he was feeling a bit hesitant about it. "There's no need to feel nervous, Naruto." I said as I leant forward, pouring the whiskey into two small glasses.

"I'm sorry," his voice was low, and timid. "I've just never actually came back to anyone's home before."

I handed the drink to the blond haired male as he sat down. "What do you mean?" I asked without thinking, taking a sip of the bitter liquid.

"I mean," Naruto replied. "I have never gone back to a man's home before to have sex, they usually just do it with me in the back of an alley or a bathroom, or in a bar or –"

Unwontedly, I choked on the alcohol in my throat. Ah, I had almost forgotten the deal I supposedly accepted.

"Oh, yes, that..." I replied in a cough, clearing my throat.

"Yeah..." Naruto replied, watching the copper liquid in his glass.

It was quiet for a few moments as the silence continued to stir between us. I took a few more heavy sips from my glass, while Naruto didn't. He was seventeen after all, maybe he didn't drink.

"I'm so sorry, I should have known you wouldn't drink," I leant in closer and attempted to retrieve the glass from Naruto's pale hands, but as I did, his fragile body un-expectantly jolted at my touch. The glass dropped to the oak floor boards and the rug beneath our feet as Naruto's body darted away from me, causing the liquid in the glass to fall in contact with the couch and his tatty clothes.

"Ah, I'm sorry," I mumbled, for it was me who startled him.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry… Where's your kitchen, I'll clean it up for you right away!" His voice sounded panicked as he trembled, staring at the puddle of whiskey.

"No, it was an accident Naruto." I replied as softly as I could, watching his shivering frame. "Your clothes are wet, let me first get you something warm and comfortable to wear." I insisted, but as I reached my hand out to him, he flinched. "I'm not trying to do anything to you," What was wrong with him? Just before he was begging me to have sex with him, and now, one little touch from me causes him to jump away from me. "Are you okay...?" My brows furrowed as I observed his facial expressions, for now he was now hugging himself, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he shuddered and stared at me with such fear. "I'm not going to hurt you, Naruto." But he still looked at me with wide eyes full of such fright. My voice rose in frustration. "What's wrong?"

"I – I'm sorry..." He muttered.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," I sighed. "Just let me take you to my room and I can –"

"NO!"

"No...? All I'm trying to do is –" but I was interrupted again.

"No… Please…"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first part of my second ever KakaNaru fanfic! There isn't enough KakaNaru where Naruto is actually a boy… So I felt as though I should fill some of that category, and write more fics that actually involve Naruto as himself, instead of Naruko. This is the first part of a new ficlet I am writing. If you like it so far, please leave me a review. Also, if you have any constructive criticism that could help me, or you just don't like this fic, don't be afraid to let me know. But please, no KakaNaru flames, or gay hate, because if you hate KakaNaru and gays, you have wasted your time here. Thank you for reading! :)
PS: This is a re-upload. This story got deleted...