Warnings: None for this chapter!
A/N: What the fuck. I had this sitting in my documents mostly completed for a few months. But everytime I tried to finish, I just couldn't. Last night I sat down, and in 20 minutes revised the whole chapter and wrote the rest of it. It...it was that easy? Really? U-ugh. I feel sick.

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A soft sigh slips past Sasuke’s lips, the third in the past five minutes. His lower lip is swollen and red from how hard he’s been chewing on it. But he can’t help himself; he’s been lying in bed, the morning sun high in the air and flooding his bedroom with light his blinds can’t quite seem to keep out, and he just can’t do it. He can’t get up. He wants, or needs, to lie here. Lie here and maybe pretend that last night was just a dream. A very pleasant dream too, up until the end. It’s not like he has anything to do today. Sasuke groans lightly, nuzzling his face into his pillow. Why did everything have to turn complicated for him? It had felt so good, so utterly perfect, and it still feels perfect, a raw ache every time he shifts. It’s not the worst pain he’s ever felt, not by a long shot, but that’s what makes it perfect. It’s just that slight hint, a constant reminder of firm smacks to his skin, and normally he would love that, but now he doesn’t need any reminder.

Doesn’t need any reminder of the amused glint in a single visible eye.

It is painfully obvious to Sasuke now that Kakashi must be some sort of sadist; the entire game last night had been designed to maximize Sasuke’s suffering. Letting him love it, letting him come, before letting him find out who had given it to him—that was a twist of cruelty that is rather impressive, really. Unfortunately, Sasuke isn’t about to appreciate it, he’s still too angry, too ashamed.

But fuck. Kakashi, a sadist. Sasuke can’t even help the sharp, hot plunge in his stomach at that thought. Sasuke sighs again, clutching his pillow with long fingers. He’s never going to be able to face Kakashi again. Just—never. It’s not even fair. He hadn’t asked for it. Maybe he’d wanted it, but he hadn’t asked for it, and—Sasuke shoves his covers down, tired of the endless circles his mind keeps going in. His thoughts keep on repeating the same loops, and he doesn’t need that right now. After a long stretch, back arching, eyes clenching shut, Sasuke climbs out of bed, shivering at the sudden cool air to hit his skin.

He makes his way to the kitchen, slumping down into one of his chairs. He’s in the middle of trying to decide whether he wants tea to calm his ragged nerves or coffee to wake him up when someone knocks firmly at his door, and he sighs once more, before standing up and padding out of the kitchen and to the front door.

Sasuke wrenches it open, about to let out some acidic, irritated remark, when he notices just who’s standing outside his door, and he attempts to slam the door shut, but a strong hand reaches out and stops him, bracing the door in place. And oh, that hand. Sasuke can’t stop staring at it, damn it.

“Go away,” Sasuke snaps to Kakashi, suddenly very aware of the fact that he’s just wearing a pair of boxers and really regretting not grabbing a robe or something before deciding to open the door.

“No. You can’t ignore me forever, you know,” Kakashi speaks calmly, fingers splayed on the cool wooden surface beneath his hand.

“I could always try, though,” Sasuke mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

“If you’d known it was me, you wouldn’t have done it,” Kakashi says, as if that explains everything.

“Yes, exactly!” Sasuke nearly shouts, gritting his teeth, “You had no right to—to do that. To me.”

“So basically, you would have done it with any random stranger, as long as that stranger wasn’t me?” Kakashi asks, stepping closer to Sasuke.

“You were my teacher.” And maybe just a bit like family, not that Sasuke would ever admit that out loud. “Excuse me for being uncomfortable with the thought of—of that.” Sasuke can’t even be any more specific than that, he’s feeling too horrified by this whole situation, and his cheeks are warm, flushed with blood.

“You’re lying,” Kakashi murmurs lightly, taking another soft step towards Sasuke. Before Sasuke can shout the question he wants to ask—what exactly Kakashi thinks Sasuke is lying about—Kakashi’s fingers grip underneath Sasuke’s chin, tugging him into a rough kiss before Sasuke can even realize that Kakashi’s mask is pulled down. Sasuke struggles against the kiss, but Kakashi’s other hand is suddenly at the back of his head, holding him close, and there’s an insistent tongue at his lips, and Sasuke just—lets his lips fall open. He doesn’t want it, he tells himself immediately. It’s just that Kakashi is holding him so firmly, and the kiss is so hard it could bruise, and that’s how Sasuke likes it, and—and it feels good, good enough that Sasuke ends up clinging to the front of Kakashi’s shirt, feeling fuzzy and dizzy and like melting. He knows he should be fighting, should be protesting. But somehow, he can’t.

“I know you’re attracted to me, at the very least,” and Kakashi’s breath is hot and moist on Sasuke’s skin.

“You don’t know anything,” Sasuke murmurs weakly, reaching out to shut the door.

“Oh? So how did I know you would like—” one of Kakashi’s hands trails back and down, brushing over the back of Sasuke’s boxers, “That?”

“I have no idea, maybe you’re stalking me,” Sasuke mutters, but still feels something akin to a butterfly’s fluttering wings inside his stomach at just that gentle touch. Kakashi laughs softly, glancing down at Sasuke with a gentle, considering gaze.

“You liked it more after you saw me,” Kakashi says firmly, and Sasuke shakes his head, even if it is the truth. Long fingers return to gripping underneath Sasuke’s chin, Kakashi’s eye narrowing slightly.

“Don’t lie.” Only two words, but they’re said so commandingly, and Sasuke’s mouth goes dry.

“Even—even if I did, that doesn’t matter,” and Sasuke hates the uncertainty in his voice.

“Oh? And how do you figure that, Sasuke?” Kakashi’s voice is low, fingers shifting on Sasuke’s jaw, not allowing Sasuke to turn away.

“It just doesn’t, alright?” Sasuke snaps, eyes darting to the side. Kakashi frowns, gazing hard at Sasuke’s face, and after a few moments of stony silence, his hand drops to his side.

“Kneel,” he says, arms crossing over his chest. He says it softly enough, but something in his voice causes a shiver to go down Sasuke’s spine.

“I—what?” Sasuke asks, eyes widening a bit.

“You heard me; kneel,” Kakashi repeats, more forcefully, louder, and Sasuke wants to defy Kakashi, but something in him can’t stand the thought of that, and he goes to his knees on the floor so fast he practically cracks his kneecaps on the ground.

“Very good,” Kakashi says, eye amused again. The same way it looked last night. A gaze that is somehow superior and sympathetic all at once. Sasuke stares up into Kakashi’s eye, the only hint to the man’s emotions, and can’t read a helpful thing in it. But it’s an intense gaze nonetheless, some of the light amusement gone, and Sasuke averts his eyes after only a few seconds, staring hard at the ground. He wants to ask why he’s kneeling here; wants to ask why Kakashi thinks he can dominate Sasuke like this (asides from the obvious answer, that, simply, he can, and had just demonstrated as such). But Sasuke isn’t sure how to voice it, so he keeps his mouth shut. And maybe there’s just a small part of him that wants to keep quiet because maybe it will please Kakashi. A small but insistent part of his mind that reacts to Kakashi and desperately wants him to do that again, to dominate him like that.

“I like that club, Sasuke. People who share our tastes all gathered in one spot, very conveniently. And imagine my surprise when I saw you there a few months ago. Not only there, but being taken in some dark corner by someone. I was quite a bit startled,” Kakashi’s voice is an even drawl, a neutral tone, and Sasuke can feel his cheeks flushing a deep red. That had been a one-time thing—sex in public is not exactly Sasuke’s thing, but he gets desperate to please, sometimes, and had ended up doing things he didn’t want to for just that sake.

“That was—that was only once,” Sasuke murmurs, feeling shame settle heavily over him and not liking it. He’s never felt shame for a thing he’s done before, and suddenly Kakashi can make him feel this way—it doesn’t seem quite fair. Kakashi just hums faintly in response to Sasuke’s explanation.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you, you know. Any night I saw you there. Always with someone else doing something different, but you never really seemed satisfied with it. You need more, don’t you, Sasuke?” Long fingers stray to Sasuke’s head, entwining in black hair, and Sasuke whimpers slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Kakashi’s acting odd; not really like himself at all. It’s a game, Sasuke thinks. This is all a game and last night was a game and Sasuke hates it, but it’s completely arousing to him. Sasuke wishes he could hide himself in some way, but he has to keep on kneeling, and his arousal is plenty evident.

”I can give you what you want,” Kakashi’s voice holds promises that Sasuke’s desperate to receive. For some reason, Sasuke feels as though he’s making a deal with a demon, but he nods shakily.

“But you have to admit that you’ve fantasized about me this way. Doing this to you,” Kakashi’s fingers tug at Sasuke’s hair softly, and Sasuke doesn’t even have to ask what Kakashi means by “this,” because he knows. Dominating him, owning him, hurting him—he knows, and he lets out a slightly strangled noise, halfway between a moan and a whimper. He tries desperately to think of this as just sex, sex and nothing more, tries to ignore who Kakashi is to him. But it’s hard not to think about all of their missions together, training together, and this leads to thoughts of Sakura and Naruto, what they would think of him for this. But he shakes that away, not needing more shame on top of what he’s already feeling.

“I—I have,” Sasuke breathes, the words feeling good to speak. He had, but never even dared imagine his fantasies were more real than he thought they were.

“Well. You’ll have to tell me about those fantasies later, then, won’t you? And we can see about maybe fulfilling some of them,” if you’re good, Kakashi’s grin silently tells Sasuke. Sasuke just gives another shaky nod, Kakashi’s fingers slipping away from his hair and stroking down his cheek with a surprising amount of tenderness.

“No one else,” Kakashi says after a moment, voice going suddenly serious, “Not anymore. Only come to me when you need this,” and there’s a certain amount of possessiveness to the fingers that brush lightly across Sasuke’s skin. Sasuke thinks on this for a while, before deciding that maybe he can abide by that. He’s always searching for someone who’ll satisfy him, flitting back and forth between lover’s arms. But last night had been good, very good, and just kneeling before Kakashi is enough to make Sasuke excited, and that’s different. New. Sasuke knows that it won’t be much of a challenge to stop going to that club, as long as Kakashi keeps on being what Sasuke needs.

Sasuke nods.

“Yes,” he speaks softly, not sure what to say; “Kakashi” or “master” or—he doesn’t even know.

“Well. Good,” and Kakashi eases back into his normal self. Sasuke has no idea how Kakashi does that, switching mindsets so simply.

“You can stand up now,” and Kakashi holds out a hand. Sasuke glances up at Kakashi, dark black bangs falling lightly over his eyes. A part of Sasuke is having trouble believing that this could ever work out, but the rest of him desperately wants it to, and so he lifts an arm, hand fitting gracefully with Kakashi’s, and lets Kakashi help him up.

Once Sasuke is standing, they don’t let go of each other.

A/N: I know, I know, Kakashi's motivations are still entirely unexplained. My apologies, dearies. Most of the characterization in the fic will probably be explained through dialogue between Sasuke and Kakashi, so...since they haven't talked much yet and are still getting comfortable with each other, you readers get left in the dark. Ha ha! And after this point, well...I'm gonna pound an NC-17 rating into this sorry excuse of a fic. Now, anyone who's an FFnetter, I need some advice. See, the last I was at FF was the big porn ban, and I haven't been into it since. So...I'm a bit out of the loop. Just how strict is the porn ban? If I mark it M and have don't specifically mention smut in the summary or anything, how likely is it that it will get noticed? Does it depend entirely on it being reported by a member of the site who reads it? Help. Because I'm trying to figure out how to continue posting to FF, obviously...