Disclaimer: The characters portrayed here-in are not mine. They belong to some lucky Japanese guy.

Notes: Thank you all for reading, and putting up with this fic. This will probably be the last part. Unless I get more ideas for it and a lot of persuasion. Ideas first.

This was originally one part, but I split it into two because it was getting to be too long. Enjoy!

Part 3

This was, Sasuke thought, probably one of the most embarrassing things he'd ever had done to him.

Kakashi was feeding him. He didn't need to be fed! And especially not by Kakashi of all people!

But, Kakashi it seemed, didn't know that. He continued to happily shove food into Sasuke's mouth every time the dark-haired boy opened it. Sasuke was feeling decidedly full. And agitated.

He chewed what was in his mouth, but didn't open it again.

"Full?" Kakashi asked. Sasuke nodded 'yes'. "Okay," he said cheerfully. Sasuke looked at him suspiciously, wondering if it was an act to get him to open his mouth so Kakashi could stuff more into it.

The silver-haired man noticed the look and responded to it. "Don't worry, you can talk now. I promise not to shove anymore food down your throat." Sasuke sighed in relief.

"So...how was it? Edible?"

"It was...good."

"Uh huh, and that pause was there, why?"

"Have you tried it?"

Kakashi shrugged, "I'm used to it. I think it's actually pretty edible."

"It is...it's just, I guess I'm used to my own cooking."

"You cook?" Sasuke, taking note of Kakashi's skeptical tone and raised eyebrow, answered a little huffily.

"Yes, I live alone."

"Oh, I forget, sometimes." Kakashi's voice seemed subdued.

"Yeah, well, have you finished eating, yet? You've been feeding me, but I didn't see you finish your supper." Kakashi raised a brow, but allowed the not-very-subtle change of subject.

"Nope, been helping you."

"Hn, more like trying to choke me."

"I would never!" Kakashi responded, sounding suitably horrified at the idea.

Sasuke wasn't convinced. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, it might happen accidentally, though."

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Oh, thank you very much."

"You're welcome!" Kakashi replied happily.

Then, for a moment, everything became quiet. After a few moments, Sasuke realized he was staring at Kakashi. He blushed, again noting that it seemed to be about the only thing he could do around the handsome man. Breaking the silence, he said, "So, are you going to eat, or what?"

When Kakashi didn't answer he quickly added, "I'll turn around if you want. Y'know, so I don't see your face."

Kakashi remained silent. Sasuke shifted nervously and risked a quick glance at his teacher. "If you want," he repeated silently, clearly uncomfortable.

Finally, Kakashi chuckled. Sasuke looked up, an angry remark on his lips. "No, it's okay," Kakashi cut in before Sasuke could say anything. "You can look." And with that, Kakashi revealed his face to someone for the first time in over 10 years.

Sasuke felt awed and humbled. Not because of what was revealed to him, but because of the trust the older man placed in him.

"Wow," Sasuke breathed. The face before him was beautiful, masculine and beautiful. It matched the rest of his skin tone, suggesting that he didn't wear the mask all the time. The scar running over the left eye didn't detract from the beauty that was revealed to Sasuke. It was a part of Kakashi, and in being so, also beautiful. "Thank you."

Kakashi looked surprised. "For what?"

"For this," Sasuke answered. Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked his sensei's cheek. "Thanks, for trusting me with this."

Kakashi leaned into the light touch, not minding it the least. He watched Sasuke's face as the boy touched him. The light touch became surer as it realized that it was welcome.

Up the left cheek, over the top of the scar, across the forehead, Sasuke touched him, mapping the man's face with his fingertips. When he removed the hitai-ate, Kakashi didn't protest. Sasuke paused amazed; his sensei was even more handsome with his hair
framing his face!

Kakashi noticed the hesitation and opened his eyes. "What's wrong? There something on my face," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sasuke shook his head emphatically, "No! There's nothing wrong! Everything is perfect!"

Kakashi chuckled, "Perfect? Heh, not really?"

"I think you are." Sasuke blushed at the look his sensei gave him.

"You think so, huh?" Kakashi asked dryly. Suddenly he leaned closer to Sasuke. "So, what do you think of yourself? If I'm perfect, you'd have to be some sort of god, don't you think?"

Sasuke's brain stuttered to a stop. "Uh, um, a god?" He blushed harder. "I don't think so, I mean, I'm just a scrawny kid. Nothing anyone could really want."

Kakashi's gaze focused on the soft-looking lips that were being bitten and licked at unconsciously by their owner. He wondered if they really were that soft. "I want you."

The man decided he should test his theory, and leaned in closer to Sasuke's mouth.

To be continued...

AAAAHH!!! Gomen nasai! I didn't really mean to make it a
cliffhanger.

And now, for your glossary...

Hitai-ate- forehead protector (I think it sound a little bit better than forehead protector…)