Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. The anime and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto Nothing is mine!
Warning: Contains shonen-ai (light BL).
Rating: T
Fandom: Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto
Kakashi dried his hands with a nearby towel in his bathroom. He was half-undressed and even the face mask he usually wore had been hung up for the night. His fingers trailed through the silvery wisps of hair that hung over his face from the shower he had just taken.
The mission had been nothing less than a complete success which was nothing less than expected.
He smirked and rinsed his face of the sweat that had accumulated on his brow. And as he brought the towel to his face, the mirror glinted off of the shinobi-sized lump in the sheets, where he knew a curling mass lay trembling.
The visits had become more frequent than often.
And more often than not, the two males would end up like this- a mass of intertwining bodies with eruptions and cacophonies of sounds and love-making.
Their difference in age was what truly perturbed the older ninja, and their time had only become more and more like this since that day many weeks past. Were it not for that day so long ago, neither would be in the same predicament as now.
He looked at the mirror for a moment watching the rhythmic rise and fall of the sheet.
The silver haired male closed the mirror, so the reflection would vanish and sighed, wondering what the hell he was doing.
Then ignored it, realizing that somehow, Hatake Kakashi, pedophile, needed this.
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~Keiko Agatsuma