"Kakashi."
"...nnngh?"
"It's me."
"I know it's you Tachi," Kakashi sounded more awake. "It's four thirty. What's up?" Code for: what's wrong?
"Nothing. Everything. I don't know."
"Itachi, you're not making sense," Kakashi spoke slowly, enunciating each word.
"Naruto knows."
"Ah." Kakashi didn't quite know how to respond. "Well, we knew he'd find out eventually."
Speak for yourself, Itachi wanted to say but didn't. So instead, "I know." I just I thought I'd have more time, was what Itachi didn't - couldn't- say. "Anyway, where are you?"
"Dei's. He asked me to stay after you left. Didn't want to be alone." Pause. "Jealous?"
"No. Do what you want." I don't own you, Itachi thought, irritated. Stop acting like I do.
"Are you coming over? I can get you something from Starbucks."
"Yes. But Starbucks doesn't open for a couple hours."
"I know a guy," Kakashi replied mysteriously and hung up. Itachi left it at that. Sometimes it was better not to know.
Kakashi buzzed Itachi up fifteen minutes later. Itachi, it seemed, had walked through Central Park. It was raining outside, Kakashi brilliantly deduced from the damp patches on his sweatshirt, the way Itachi's dark hair stuck to his neck. Kakashi didn't bother reprimanding Itachi, warning him about getting a cold. Itachi just didn't care about those things. As a general rule, Itachi didn't care about much on principle.
Itachi followed Kakashi into the kitchen where, sure enough, there were two chai lattes with the Starbucks insignia on the counter.
"Thanks." Itachi ignored the drinks and instead pushed Kakashi against the refrigerator. He kissed Kakashi hungrily, hands tugging on short gray spikes. Kakashi's moans were swallowed by Itachi as he bit and sucked and dominated Kakashi's mouth. Kakashi was only too happy to let him. Itachi's mere presence always made him half hard, but this..this frenetic energy that Itachi was releasing...was unusual and god damn it if it wasn't hot. Kakashi pushed away any annoying thoughts that wondered where all this energy, this power, was coming from. He didn't care. Shouldn't care. They'd deal with it later. Kakashi helped Itachi get his wet clothes off. Itachi wasn't wearing anything under his sweatshirt, Kakashi was pleasantly surprised to find.
But his thoughts wouldn't be silenced so easily. Kakashi was maybe being a little selfish. But that was okay, Kakashi reasoned, because he was in love. He'd never been in love before, so he wasn't sure how this went. But Kakashi was a good lover. He wanted to be a good boyfriend. He wanted Itachi to feel good. Feel as amazing as Itachi always made Kakashi feel, like his intestines were knotting and twisting tighter until he could barely breathe.
"Do you have any lube?" Kakashi purred, pressing his face into Itachi's neck inhaling the scent of ivory soap and rosemary. It drove him crazy and Itachi would kill him one of these days and he wouldn't have it any other way.