Yay, I decided to continue this fic! You guys were all so supportive (well, all of you who reviewed and faved and so on), I love you all! This is written from Kakashi's POV, just to confuse you all. The plot bunnies wanted his side of the story told.
A scream pierced the morning, pierced through his head, and made him wish he were dead. What the hell was making that kind of noise at this time of day? In his room no less? His room. Instincts kicked in, and despite the headache roaring in his skull, he was up, and out of bed. His eyes took a second to adjust to the light, and he blinked at the woman whose throat he had pinned against the wall. No, apparently this was not a woman, his sharingan said it was Sasuke. He relaxed, then tensed again as he remembered that Sasuke was no longer a student – he was a missing-nin...and not only that, but the reason for his horrible wake-up.
"What are you doing here, Sasuke? In my room, naked, female, and screaming at me?" He kept his voice light, conversational, hoping to hide his hungover state. She...no, he – Sasuke was male, whatever he looked like – pouted. Far too feminine for comfort. Far too nude for comfort, even if her long black hair covered most of her – no his – top half. She shifted slightly in his grasp, clearly uncomfortable in the situation, but he wasn't about to let any enemy nin free, however harmless they looked.
"I...do you remember last night? The party? It was meant to be for me, a welcome back. I handed myself in, after killing Itachi. Don't hurt me – I've had my strength halved as part of my restraining order, so I'd die." Sasuke was batting his eyelashes now, unconsciously, as far as he could tell. If he was back, that was fine...well, not fine actually, but he could cope with it. None of it explained the femininity, or the nakedness, or the screaming though. And what about this party? It would explain his awful hangover, but the rest still seemed...then his sharingan eye spotted a purple mark on that pale throat, half hidden by the hair, and suddenly he could remember.
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Her skin tasted of sweat, salty and hot, and the scent of the leather still clung to her chest. The way she writhed under him, all squirming muscle and soft skin, made him want to bite her, mark her, make her scream his name. So he nipped and marked and let her twist and turn, letting her silky hands find their way under his top, scraping lines of desire across his abdominal muscles. She groaned and ripped his top off, pulling him against her, so he could feel the pressing of her hardened nipples against him, as their lips met in a damp frenzy.
He would probably regret it in the morning, but right now he didn't want to think about the future. No when her legs were parted, and the only thing keeping them apart were his trousers and the scrap of slick lingerie, barely hiding her waiting core from him. The trousers had to go.
He growled low in his throat, as her beautiful long legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her. He held her close, starting slowly, enjoying the feel of their now naked bodies as they rubbed hot, sweaty skin together. He caught her lips again, increasing the pace as little whimpers fell from her throat, rippled of tightness fluttering around him. She was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most gorgeous being on earth, and they melded together perfectly, hips in sync and arms holding tight.
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He felt his face drain of colour, as the memories connected with the henged man in-front of him. He had slept with a student. With a traitor. With a man, for fuck's sake! For once in his life, he had no idea what to do. "Wh...Explain" He heard his voice croak, and tightened his fingers round the slim neck slightly, just to make sure Sasuke had no chance of escape. "Well...I came back. Despite everything, I'm loyal to this village. I saw Lady Tsunade, and I got my punishment – if I leave the village this year, a jutsu blinds me. My chakra and physical strength are halved, plus my whereabouts are always know to the Hokage." He grunted, that part, though not really satisfactory, made sense – the idiot boy just had to get the whole 'avenger' malarkey out of his system, before he could really move on. And his punishments were well judged. "So how does that explain last night?" After all, that was the really worrying bit, and the bit that just didn't make sense.
"The Dobe decided to hold a party, which I would 'magically' turn up at...supposed to be a surprise for everyone else...and he badgered me to try a plan to see under your mask, as a Team 7 reunion. So i ended up coming to my own party as a woman. Genma spiked the punch, Naruto and i got you drunk...the idea was to get you to kiss me, so you'd have to take off your mask. But it was...overly successful."
Kakashi's mind reeled – it made sense, but the whole thing was so improbable...it was clearly the truth though – no lie from Sasuke would be that bizarre. "So...you were drunk too?" Sasuke scowled at him, but on a girl's face it turned out more like a come-hither pout. "I'm not used to having a girl's liver. Or any girl stuff." That much was obvious. Still, there was one thing that still didn't make sense. "So Sasuke, why are you still here, naked, female and screaming?" The high cheekbones stained pink, in such a highly sophisticated way it just couldn't be called a blush. His sharingan caught the shuffle of the feet too, but he managed not to let his gaze be pulled down. "...I can't undo it. I assumed it had reversed overnight when I woke up. But when I got up to go, I noticed it hadn't. Girls scream reflexively when shocked."
"Most women I know can control that reflex. Especially when the man they seduced has a hangover." His voice sounded too humorous. But there wasn't much to be angry about, now he thought about it – he had slept with a traitor, but one who had returned peacefully, and accepted heavy punishment. He had slept with his student, but the student was over-age, and had seduced him, when they were both drunk. He had slept with a man, but one who was physically a woman at the time. It was all in the past, and a day's meditation would sort him out – it really wasn't messed up in comparison to some of the missions he'd been on. Letting go of that soft, supple neck, he sat back down, glad for the room's dim lighting, easy on his throbbing head.
"So you've forgotten how to release the jutsu. I'm afraid I never learned it, so you'll just have to stay like that until we find Naruto. You can get breakfast for us both, since this hangover is your fault. Dressing-gown's hanging on the bathroom door." He rolled onto his back, and watched as 'Mikoto' left the room with a small "Hn." Of course, Mikoto was his mother's name. Well, at least that showed he hadn't been intending to take things so far, it must be a huge turn-off to hear the guy you're shagging shout your mother's name. Genma needed a good talking to though: he quite clearly wanted to get someone drunk enough to take home, and while that was acceptable, it was poor strategy to get everyone else drunk too. Sasuke wandered back through, a pot of cold leftover rice, and one pair of chopsticks. "You're not going to eat?" She grunts, and angrily tosses her head, dark locks flying to reveal the bite-marks n her breasts. "No, the reason I couldn't release the jutsu might be because I drank...you might not be able to transfer food from one body to another, so I'm going to let my stomach empty."
He wasn't too sure about that idea, Naruto would never make a jutsu that prevented him from eating ramen, but it was Sasuke's choice, and it left more for him. The rice was bland, but he couldn't taste anything anyway with his headache, so it didn't really matter. He needed to get some water in him though, his liver didn't take well to alcohol. He sighed, realizing belatedly that he too was naked, and slung on his clothes a little less neatly than usual, before getting a massive mug of water from the kitchen. Sasuke just sat there, eyes closed, making various handsigns and muttering "release" every so often. The water cleared his head a bit, and he felt like facing the day at last.
"Right, Sasuke, you can wear...these. Spare clothing I keep for Sakura, in case she gets something torn on a mission. Then we'll go find Naruto and get you back to yourself." Sasuke's brows contracted, and he looked ready to protest, but got control of himself in time. Obviously he would rather be seen in another girl's clothes than his sensei's. Kakashi grinned at the teasing opportunities this would bring...though Sasuke would be able to tease back, probably. Oh well, he'd read of worse happening in the Icha-Icha series, and he didn't have any reputation to protect. Pulling his mask back on, he smirked at Sasuke, resplendent in Sakura's old uniform, several sizes too small. The slits probably went up to her waist, and he'd never be able to remember Sakura as a genin again without having the urge to laugh. "Hn. Lets go find the Dobe."
Kakashi restrained a letcherous comment, as Sasuke jumped over the window sill and revealed a complete lack of undergarments beneath the too-small tunic. This was going to be fun...hopefully Naruto would be hidden somewhere hard to find. They might even have to ask someone they knew where he'd got to. Sakura, preferably. Dancing inwardly, he leisurely followed Sasuke, wondering how many people would look up at the rooftops that day. If they got their timing right, they would see a fantatic view of the 'stoic avenger' and her shapely buttocks.
Hurrah for Kakashi's perverted mind (And Sasuke's shapely buttocks!) Now, should I leave it as a two-shot? Or do you want to know what happens to Sasuke? REVIEW and let me know what you think, and I'll do my best, you lovely little lovelies!
