Warnings: shota, roughness, the usual
A/N: This is basically "And After" minus the ItaSasu. -head desk- goooo me, right? what-the-fuck-ever, it's all I've got for you guys. I wrote it for the Naruto kink meme a while ago, I was just going with the prompt. I'm really annoyed by how similar is is, though. What a fucking hack I am.
Prompt: Sasuke is attracted to Kakashi, but Kakashi is leery of taking advantage of Sasuke. After trying to reinforce their teacher/student relationship with words, Kakashi backs Sasuke up against a wall, sucks roughly on his bottom lip, rips his collar, etc. in a last ditch attempt to scare Sasuke into backing off. The rape-play only arouses Sasuke further.

Don't look at me with those eyes, wide and desperate and barely hiding fear. Don't touch me with those hands, the fingers trembling with hardly any restraint. Can't you restrain yourself? Don't you know that this isn't right?

"Sasuke." A quiet sigh, the syllables drifting off his tongue.

"Please don't do that."

Please, don't.

"Don't do what?" Almost snapped. Bitter. They walk along the sidewalk and Sasuke keeps on shooting him those--glances.

"That! Don't do that. Don't look at me like that."

"I'm not allowed to look where I want to, now?" A small, sarcastic chuckle. Why does Sasuke's apartment have to be in the same direction as his? Why does Sasuke insist on walking home with him every day? Why, why, why is Sasuke doing this?

"I didn't say that. I just said not to look at me like that."

"Like what?"

A pause, Kakashi's brows furrowing tensely.

"Like a--needy puppy," he forces out, hints of a sneer to his voice, though it's fake.

They walk.

"I'm sorry," he says after a moment. He can't be cruel to Sasuke, and he doesn't know why.

"No, it's fine, I understand, I'm annoying you," Sasuke spits, "I'll walk home by myself from now on."

"No, I didn't mean that, I just mean, I don't think it's appropriate." It's not. Not appropriate at all, so Sasuke needs to stop.

"Walking home with your teacher is inappropriate?"

"It is the way you do it," Kakashi mutters. Trailing after him like that, looking at him like that. Not appropriate at all.

"Teacher. Yeah. Exactly. I'm your teacher, so," he continues, picking up on the word Sasuke used, before he trails off. Why is he so awkward? Just be more firm. Tell him no and be firm about it.

"So what?" Sasuke mumbles, thrusting his hands in his pockets.

"So maybe you should find someone else to be infatuated. Your own age," he says it all so blatant and flat, but how else is there to say it? Be firm.

"People my own age are idiots," Sasuke says, bleakly.

"Not all of them," Kakashi counters, though he knows that--well, practically all of them are.

"Either way, I don't know why you chose me, and I think you should move on." This is all so painfully awkward. He can't talk about things like this, hasn't had to in far too long.

"No," Sasuke breathes plainly, and when they come to the street where Sasuke would normally turn left and Kakashi would continue on alone, he doesn't. He continues following Kakashi, instead. Kakashi's level of discomfort rises.

"Sasuke," he speaks sharply, "Go home, please." Please.

"I'm just walking, Kakashi-sensei," the respectful term added with a drawled sarcasm. Kakashi can't really argue with that. It's not like he can tell Sasuke where and where not to walk, it's not like he can really force Sasuke to do anything, but this is difficult.

"Fine," Kakashi says, sighing, and is then silent. It's not worth arguing anymore. Sasuke's surprisingly stubborn, isn't he?

They walk, and eventually reach Kakashi's apartment.

"Goodbye, Sasuke," he says pointedly, turning to face Sasuke, and Sasuke just looks up at him with those dark eyes, childish and yet mature, miserable and yet smirking.

"What if I kept on following you?" Sasuke asks, quietly. Hypothetically.

"I wouldn't let you."

"Would you really be able to stop me, then?"

"Yes."

He would.

"Go home, Sasuke." He knows that there's always tomorrow for the boy to try again, and he knows that the boy is going to.

"No," Sasuke says stubbornly.

"You're such a little brat," Kakashi sighs, and wanders into the building before him. He'll let Sasuke stay, just for a little while, and then kick him out. That's all.

He hadn't counted on Sasuke's fumbling, ineffective attempt at kissing him as he bent down to tug off his sandals. It would almost be funny if it didn't make his chest tighten into a dense knot. He straightens up quickly, blinking.

"If you're going to stay, Sasuke, I'll have to ask that you don't do that."

"Then why did you let me here?" Sasuke asks, exasperated.

"Not sure. But it wasn't an invitation for you to try and kiss me." He chuckles slightly. Sasuke grits his teeth, annoyed by how non-chalant Kakashi is. He has to go on his toes, but he grabs at the collar of Kakashi's vest, tugging down on it as hard as he can. Kakashi is jerked momentarily down before regaining himself, and shoves back at Sasuke's shoulders, wrenching out of Sasuke's grip.

"Damn it, Sasuke," he hisses, annoyed.

"What part of no don't you understand? I'm your teacher. I'm not suddenly going to change my mind." Sasuke is looking hurt, having stumbled a few steps back, is practically looking pouty, by his facial standards. So--being forceful worked. Kakashi blinks again. Maybe that's how he can stop this stupid crush.

"What, Sasuke, you don't like me being rough?" he drawls softly, taking a step closer. His hands grab on to Sasuke's shoulders, quickly slamming the light frame against the wall.

"I'm an adult, Sasuke," he speaks, knee nudging between Sasuke's legs, spreading them.

"I'm rough. I won't be nice to you." He doesn't really want to do this, it's--necessity, he tells himself, and bends down, teeth tugging at Sasuke's lower lip, digging into the soft flesh, even as his hands rip at the bottom of Sasuke's shirt, shoving it up up up to his collar bone, fingers exploring pale, bony skin. Sasuke's very thin and Kakashi can feel the boy's heart hammering, his chest heaving up and down with small, strained gasps.

Eventually he stops biting Sasuke's lower lip and just kisses him, hard, heavy, suffocating, tongue forcing its way in and this feels strangely good, strangely right, which makes him hate himself more than anything, but at least after this Sasuke will be scared off and he can start pretending the entire thing never happened.

Sasuke squirms, hands pressing against Kakashi's chest, straining, getting away from the wall, which just causes Kakashi to slam him back against it, the noise of Sasuke's back hitting the wall near deafening to Kakashi's ears.

"Damn it, Sasuke," he hisses, and he's not pretending anymore, he's genuinely angry, frustrated, and then he's kissing the boy again, bearing down on him, thigh still pressed between Sasuke's legs, fingers still exploring the pale skin, short, blunt fingernails scraping, leaving pink, swollen lines.

"A-ah, ohh," Sasuke's voice is shaky, and Kakashi waits, just waits, for a word of protest to come, so he can stop this and they can drop it and never speak of it again--no, stop, don't. Anything.

"N-nn, please," Sasuke gasps, writhing a bit, grinding his hips against Kakashi's thigh. Kakashi takes several quick steps back, eyebrows raising up.

"Sasuke, you--" he rubs a nervous hand through his hair.

"Go home. Now."

Sasuke gazes up at him with hazy, needy eyes, clouded over with so much lust and wanting that it chokes Kakashi.

"Go home."

Don't.

Sasuke steps forward and Kakashi can't even make himself step back to put the space back between them again.

Don't.

Sasuke turns, wandering deeper into the apartment, and--and Kakashi can't even make himself try to stop Sasuke, not even when the boy wanders into his bedroom. He bows his head, offering up a silent and sincere apology to anyone who would take it before finally removing his sandals and following Sasuke.

Don't.