Title: Sasuke's Heart: Denied?

Author: Ladye Black

Rating: PG-13 for this part

Warnings: Sigh, I don't really think they've changed, some minor swearing in this part

Pairing: Nothings been done to that either

Archive: Sure, if you want it, just let me know

Feedback: Always (No, not those)

Disclaimer: The chara's belong to a really awesome Japanese guy…but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Chapter 3

The rest of the morning was spent in companiable silence, mostly because Sasuke had opted to make breakfast instead of allowing Kakashi to try his hand at some other horrible concoction that came out of the man's silver-haired head. While Sasuke cooked, Kakashi washed the dishes that had been left over from last night. There had been a good reason not to do them last night and that reason stood next to Kakashi, expertly cooking a delicious looking breakfast. Although…

"Hey, Sasuke?"

"Hmm?"

Kakashi grinned down lecherously at the younger shinobi. "How about I just have you for breakfast?" Kakashi whispered.

Sasuke froze even as his face became a pretty shade of red. "K-Kakashi!"

"Yes?" The older man smiled innocently.

"I-I can't believe you just said that!"

Kakashi shrugged. "Well, truth be told, I wouldn't mind having you for breakfast. Maybe I could dribble some strawberry topping on you," he said thoughtfully.

"Kakashi!" Sasuke, scandalized by the very thought, threw his pot holder at the older man.

Kakashi just grinned. "You're really cute when you're all embarrassed and feisty. Did you know that?"

Sasuke's temper immediately cooled. "No," he answered shyly.

"Well, you are," Kakashi assured him as leaned over to steal a kiss.

"Arigatou," Sasuke said quietly, then, "Can I have my pot holder back?"

"I don't know. What'll you give me for it?"

Sasuke, suddenly feeling playful, answered in an unexpected way, "A night that was at least as good as last night."

Kakashi all but shoved the piece of cloth back into Sasuke's hands.

"Of course," the younger said as he took that pot off the stove, "I didn't say when this night would occur.

Kakashi groaned. "Kuso, beaten by a fifteen-year-old brat."

"Let that be a lesson to you," Sasuke grinned. "Never let yourself be ruled by your hormones," he said as he laid out their breakfast.

The jounin grunted in answer as he sat down at the table. "Yeah, yeah, wait 'til yours start kickin' in."

Sasuke smiled mysteriously. "What makes you think they haven't?"

Before Kakashi could answer that, there was a knock on the door. "Feh, and just when it was startin' to get good," he muttered to himself as he went to answer the door.

"Yo, what is it?" he asked as he opened the door, on the other side of it stood an Anbu.

"I'm sorry, Kakashi, but an urgent mission has come up."

TBC…

Erm, that's it for now. Please review, after this part is where the title should start to make a bit of sense. (ahem, hint)

Ah, for the Japanese impaired:

Arigatou: Thanks
Kuso: Damn