Kakashi woke up in a sweat, flashes of pale skin reminding him of the deed. He stared at his stark and boring ceiling and pressed his lips together.
He took out the letter he had shoved underneath his pillow for some reason and read it again.
Kakashi-sensei,
Thank you very much. Your guidance was illuminating in many ways. I was also able to have an extraordinary rest. If there's anything I can do to repay the favor, do not hesitate to ask. I will do anything in my power to help.
On a separate note, would you happen to have the complete Icha Icha collection? Resources are limited in Suna.
With Care,
Gaara.
He wasn't sure why exactly the note was keeping him up. Perhaps it was because the Kazekage had signed it with his first name and nothing else. Perhaps it was the clear intention of the other man to keep in contact with him. Perhaps it was because he was being so sincerely thanked for -
Oh fuck-
Yes, t-that's..!
Ka-... kashi-sensei!
A shuddering body worked his hips above his own, shaking and clutching him. Desperate green eyes blown out and all encompassing. A sweet mouth and begging lips, kissing him and kissing him.
Kakashi put his hand over his head and covered his eyes. He would have to put him- and the sex- out of his head. Fantastic or otherwise. He would have to find a temporary partner soon if he wanted to get rid of these thoughts...
Or-
He could smell Gaara's scent coming off the letter still, even after a week in his room. He shifted a hand to his pants. He was going to hell.