MIRAGE
Standard disclaimers apply
A/N: contains yaoi/shounen-ai. BTW, this is a KakaXOro-Sasu oO'
MIRAGE
Kakashi watched the slow breathing motion of his naked chest, skin seemingly luminous under the low orange light of the lamp nailed above them. Its rise and fall synchronized with his - peacefully, silently, as if there was not a single thing wrong.
"Fucking lies! You've always wanted this!"
"Damn you, Orochimaru! Stop toying with me."
But the sannin only smirked and crawled closer, thighs touching Kakashi's hips very lightly, very tempting, and Kakashi almost wanted to give in - seeing the body, which he molded and trained to be tough but only to be controlled by Orochimaru's perverted mind, in pure nakedness just above him, just waiting for his permission to satisfy. He tried to look at his dark eyes and searched for the boy who had always occupied his mind but he did not find him there or anywhere else for that matter.
"So you wanna play tough, Kakashi-sensei?" the sannin whispered in his ear that brought cold shiver down his spine and more heat in his already throbbing manhood.
"Damn you…"
"Hm?"
The sannin kissed him but Kakashi did not protest. He imagined that it was still Sasuke, joking. But the roughness brought him out of his reverie and gave him enough strength to push the man away.
Hurt. It was what Kakashi saw flashed in those dark eyes that brought his defeat. He allowed himself to assume that somehow Sasuke could still feel him, that Sasuke was still alive inside that body and was allowing Orochimaru to do this for him… for him. And so he reached out for the boy's face, pulled him down in a sweet, chaste kiss, and later pinned him below him; his eyes closed the whole time.
He continued watching him – the peacefulness in his young face, the occasional stirring and sighs, everything that could still offer him hints of Sasuke. Kakashi smiled.
"Sensei?"
"Hm?"
"You were watching me?"
He nodded, smiling, and soon drew his face close and kiss his student's hair that smelled of sweat and sun and earth - all because of their whole day training.
Sasuke closed his eyes.
"I can't bring myself to sleep whenever you do that."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, I guess. But let me do the same in return."
"No."
"You're unfair…"
"I have always watched you train yourself to death, annoy the hell out of Naruto, this and that… and I want to see your sleeping face, too. This moment comes very rare."
Sasuke frowned as he buried his face to his sensei's chest. "It's you who is constantly very busy."
And Kakashi made sure to visit him every night he could. In the end, however, Sasuke was the one who always made excuses until he finally left Konoha that fateful night Kakashi locked himself in his room condemning the circumstance they were in, loathing Itachi for effortlessly stealing Sasuke again and again, and being unable to possess him wholly.
He kissed the sleeping boy's hair. It smelled of sweat from their recent lovemaking, of sun from his constant running away, and of earth that still gave Kakashi's hope that he could still walk the distance between them.
He closed his eyes, pulled the boy closer to him, and hoped that when he opens his eyes tomorrow, Orochimaru would have already left.
END