A small breath escaped two quivering lips as Sasuke sat shivering on the bed, too scared to move to fetch his clothes. His frail frame trembled slightly as both onyx orbs panned the interior, mind racing with rabid thoughts that ate at him till he had induced his own paranoia. Two subtle knocks on the door sent both black hues racing towards the handle as it opened. The boy hugged the blanket closer to him, knowing who was behind it.

"Sasuke?" A gentle voice inquired. "Naruto's been gone for over an hour now and you still haven't come out so I figured I'd come to you."

Sasuke's eyes widened. Over an hour? He had been down there for over an hour? No wonder he was freezing. With two fans in the room on full and a temperature of 60 degrees Farenheit, Naruto did, indeed, like it cold. Sitting naked with that for over an hour made Sasuke wonder how he had endured it with the 75 degrees he was accustomed to in his household. It had only felt like a few minutes.

As a flash of silver came into view, the boy couldn't help but cringe and push himself back against the wall, blanket hugged closer than before. Kakashi sighed.

"You're gonna catch a cold." He mused, walking casually over to the fans and turning them both off. The man stood erect, hands on his hips as he looked down on the other whilst the fans quieted themselves and the room was engulfed in silence. Sasuke straightened subconsciously on the bed, attempting to feel bigger, superior. A smirk perked Kakashi's lips as he advanced on the other, causing the boy to shrink right back down to his prior small size.

"Get away." The teen commanded, voice icy and distant through clenched teeth. When his teacher didn't comply, Sasuke stiffened. "I said get the fuck away." He hissed, attempting to sound more serious than prior. The man rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed as the Uchiha inched himself into the corner, sliding down slightly between the bed and the wall.

"Make me." Kakashi mused childishly, seductive smirk perking his lips.

Both brows furrowed as Sasuke attempted to decipher what this man was attempting to imply. He found it odd how personal his teacher seemed to be outside of class. In school, the two barely spared each other a passing glance, nevermind an exchange of words. Sasuke was surprised for the second time that the man knew his name. With the college-like atmosphere, it was rare Kakashi knew any student's name except to maybe match a paper with the roster for grading.

Yet, his teacher seemed to be acting as though they had known each other their whole life; were good friends, shared secrets, went places together…yet, realistically, the two had barely spoken.

"I always wonder what goes on in that head of yours, you know," Kakashi whispered, inching closer. "You're so hard to read." He continued, close enough for Sasuke to feel the hot breath beating against his frigid cheeks. The teen's heart raced at an unfathomable speed as his teacher's lips drew closer, just close enough to be able to graze the other's ear, yet far enough to be at a painfully longing distance from him. Sasuke swallowed, feeling his dry throat become numb as the sound of his heart flooded his ears, a light-headed sensation taking him over.

"Like I said," Kakashi soon broke into the rhythmic thumping, voice now retaining it's normal sturdy assertion. "You're going to catch a cold." The man then proceeded to set the teen's clothes beside him, withdrawing from the close proximity he had forcefully induced. "Get dressed then come upstairs so I can check your temperature." With that, the Hatake got to his feet and left the teen alone, closing the door behind him and traipsing up the stairs to the living room.

Sasuke sat stupefied for a moment before letting out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding. "Goddamnit." He hissed, clenching his chest in an attempt to slow his racing heart prior to slipping his clothes on, blushing at the fact the man had touched his boxers. His mind began to race. What in the hell had just happened?

As he slipped his last article of clothing on, the boy got to his feet, dreading going upstairs to meet with Doctor Hatake Kakashi. When the Uchiha took a deep breath and headed for the door, a slight gleam stopped him. As he looked at the source, his laptop shone brightly under the fluorescent lighting.

Pursing his lips, the teen did a double take to the door and back to his laptop. "Just checking won't hurt…" He mumbled as he grabbed it and jumped back onto the bed, opening the lid and pressing the power button.

After the few minutes it took to boot the piece of technology to life, Sasuke immediately opened his AIM and his Crisis Code simultaneously, hoping to find his normal scapegoat to talk to. Albeit the fact he hated the other at this point for lying to him, he couldn't help but crave the other's sweet diction. It was practically like…an addiction.

Huffing when he saw the other wasn't on AIM, the teen clicked 'start game' to Crisis Code and logged onto his normal server. As soon as the game had loaded, the boy looked at his friends list and guild list. Neither showed the other as online.

A wave of disappointment hit the Uchiha. 'Maybe he's invisible?' He asked himself, attempting to PM and IM him. Biting his lower lip, he found it true; the other really wasn't online.

Sasuke's shoulders drooped as he logged off, not bothering to power off his laptop; opting to leave it in hibernation and throw it to the foot of the bed. As the boy got to his feet, he trudged wearily upstairs to meet his fate, knowing he could prolong it no longer.

Two silver-tinted ebony orbs veered tiredly to the one who had just sat beside him on the couch in silence. A brow perked as the man looked over questioningly to the boy who was successfully attempting to hide his face in the mess of raven that was his hair.

"Sasuke-kun." It felt more like a command rather than an open inquiry. The Uchiha sat there with his head down, hair now slightly past collar bone in length and falling carelessly over his bony shoulders, both slender arms panning down between his spread, criss-crossed legs. The teen didn't acknowledge the other's presence by more than a mere uncomfortable shift.

Kakashi huffed, a subtle annoyance tensing his frame. "At least let me take your temperature."

Sasuke shrugged lightly, apathetic as to whether he did or not. Did it make a difference?

There was a pause before Kakashi broke the silence once more. "…alright," He said finally, grabbing the thermometer-like object he had placed on the table. "Open." He commanded. The teen let a shiver run the length of him before he dared look up for a split instant, snagging the thing in his mouth and looking back down once more. The Hatake blinked in surprised, startled somewhat by the quick movement. Clearing his throat, the man continued. "Put that under your tongue and keep it there…" As his sentence faded, so did his words, lightening themselves in amplification till they came to a standstill.

Sasuke did as he was told, but stiffened, biting down on the thermometer as a rather cold hand brushed his bangs aside and laid itself on his forehead. The teen felt a heat on his cheeks as his frame tightened, shrinking into itself as the man kept his hand there for a moment before pulling away.

"You might have a bit of a fever." Was all he said, though Sasuke could've sworn he heard a 'serves you right, though' mumbled under the mans breath, causing him to look up and make eye contact for the first time since he had come upstairs. Both onyx hues widened as he saw the man's fierce gaze as he got to his feet and paced casually in the living room.

Was that…jealousy he had just seen? Sasuke blinked, watching as the elder of the two took long, slow strides in an oval pattern. The teen felt his brow furrow in confusion. That couldn't have been it…could it?

Sasuke looked back down to his hands, tensing and releasing his knuckles haphazardly, as though to give himself something to occupy himself with. The awkwardness in the room was nearly visible as the Uchiha curled both hands into fists, readjusting the thermometer under his tongue to the other side of his mouth before chancing a glance upwards, only to see Kakashi's back turned to him. Both orbs gently slid back down, unknowing as to what to do next. Should he say something? Should he keep quiet? Had he hurt the others seemingly nonexistent feelings? Sasuke ran the tip of his tongue over the thermometer as he thought before deciding all this thinking was pointless and let out a small breath in a near silent frustrated huff.

A tugging sensation yanked the thermometer from his mouth, causing him to look up in surprise as he watched his teacher scan the thing with care. The boy dropped his gaze once more, not caring what the reading said.

"One hundred one point eight."

Sasuke felt himself shrug, not recognizing his own voice when he spoke. "And?" The teen felt eyes on him, but didn't dare glance up, attempting to bury himself further in his hair.

"And I was right. You do have a bit of a fever."

There was a pause before Sasuke bit his lower lip, feeling small and child-like under the other. "Can I go back downstairs now?" He inquired, feeling as though he needed permission to move.

"I don't trust you alone."

Both wide eyes immediately shot up to make contact with the other whose gaze bore sternly down on the teen. There was a moment of silence as Sasuke's lips parted, jaw unhinging itself slightly in disbelief. A hot anger began to boil in the depths of him, causing him to clench his teeth and swallow hard, not thinking before speaking. "Why the hell not?" He growled, fists tightening. 'Because Jiraiya instructed him not to leave me alone? Because he doesn't want to be blamed if I do something…? Because he likes the fact he has power over me? It's all about him, isn't it? Selfish fucking-'

"Because I care."

Before the teen could register what the other had just said, the man was beside him, pressing his lips to his student's in one quick motion.

Sasuke sat there for a moment, eyes wider than before as he felt the warmth on his own lips. It was only then that it hit him and he drew back, a shock trickling through his body like an icy wave. "Wh-what're you…" The Uchiha stuttered slowly, brows furrowing in confusion as a hand wrapped around the arch of his back, pulling him forward till their bodies met, noses mere inches away from each other as Kakashi's hand held the boy up in place, his free hand coming to his student's face to brush away the pin straight raven strands till their eyes could lock clearly.

A fear stiffened Sasuke's body as both his small hands came up almost subconsciously to push on the other's chest in a pathetic attempt of escape. Kakashi's grip only tightened around his waist as both searching orbs gazed cautiously and questioningly into the Uchiha's.

"What the hell are you doing." The hiss came out as more of a demand than an inquiry as Sasuke let out a deep huff of nervousness. Kakashi brought them closer, a longing gaze nearly puncturing through to the other's soul.

"Trying to understand what he has that I don't."

"He's not a shotacon!" The words came out before Sasuke could stop them, causing his eyes to widen slightly in disbelief with himself. Had he really just said that to a man he respected? Horrified, the teen looked up to see Kakashi's eyes as wide as his own, yet, wide in a sense of amusement, rather than a sense of terror. Before Sasuke could furrow his brows, Kakashi released him, laughter cracking the normal monotone seriousness that was his voice. "Wh-what…?" Sasuke stuttered weakly, a blush burning his already feverishly hot cheeks.

"I see." The man spoke softly, despite the rupture of hysterics he was recovering from. Silver locks sparkled dully in the dim fluorescents of the living room. "And here I thought he won me over with some special traits…" He said no more as he attempted to keep himself from laughing further.

Sasuke blinked, unsure of what had just happened. Had he hurt the man? Or was he seriously laughing because it was funny? Had that amused him? It was true, so true. How could such grotesque truth amuse him so? A gentle huff of aggravation cursed Sasuke's lips. Kakashi smiled at him for a moment before shaking his head and getting to his feet.

"You should get some rest. I'll make some tea." He said, though the calm he had just barely achieved overshadowed his amusement, the hilarity of the atmosphere was still present.

Sasuke said nothing, choosing to remain on the couch in silence as he pondered what the elder male could have meant by 'special traits'. The teen brought his fingers to his lower lip subconsciously, recalling that the man had, indeed, kissed him. A shiver ran the length of him as the blush which had already graced his cheeks intensified.

"Ugh…" He groaned, pulling his hand up to cover his face in disbelief as the stress of the entire day washed over him.

"Here."

A subtle clatter reached the teens ears as he slid his hand down his face to see what was on the coffee table.

"Drink it, it'll help the fever."

Sighing, Sasuke forced himself to grasp the cup in both hands, sipping once before coughing and placing the cup back down where it had been. "It's bitter…" He growled before looking up at Kakashi, who smiled down gently at him.

"It's a special recipe."

"It's a terrible recipe."

The two looked at each other for a moment before Kakashi decided to sit down next to him and put an arm around him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Forcing you to get better." Before Sasuke could manage to look at his professor, the boy felt the cup back against his lips, jaw loosening as a slender finger unhinged it. "Drink it."

Sasuke cringed as the liquid burned a path down his throat, not once but thrice as he took three big gulps, only to release by coughing again. "That seriously can't be tea, damn it." He hissed in a whisper as a feeling of looseness took him over, confusing him for a moment.

"It's called a hot tottie."

Sasuke didn't have to turn around to feel the coy smile that had placed itself on the man's lips. "A wha?" He asked slowly.

"It's made with tea, honey, lemon, and cinnamon."

Sasuke felt himself sliding sideways onto his professor, despite not wanting to. "No wonder it tastes horrible…that doesn't go together at all." He mumbled, suddenly feeling tired.

Kakashi smiled. "Night night, Sasuke-kun."

"G'nigh…" Sasuke slurred in a breath. Before he could realize Kakashi had left out a key ingredient in his description of a hot tottie, the boy felt himself drifting to sleep in the man's lap, regardless of not feeling tired at all.

A/N: For those of you who don't know what a hot tottie is, it's normally made with tea, honey, and whiskey. Some add lemon, some add cinnamon. Some even add sugar. Kakashi happened to add mostly whiskey, in case you didn't catch that. And for those of you who don't know what shotacon means…it's the opposite of lolicon. Lol. And I apologize for how long this has taken me to update, as well as other fics…senior year during marching band season is tough. Heh.