Author’s Notes: For Yaoiismy! A sequel to her fic “Maybe”. Enjoy! Critique is always welcome, especially on characterization, plot and pacing. The title is inspired by Bijork’s song “Possibly, Maybe”.

Possibly, Maybe

Kakashi spiked his chakra erratically, alerting his housemate to his return. It was the equivalent of the “honey, I’m home” to shinobi, though it served dual purposes – a greeting and self-defense. No one likes to startle a ninja, especially one as tense as Sasuke.

Taking off his shoes, he didn’t detect a reciprocal chakra flicker. Not home then? He shrugged nonchalantly to the empty air, and moved over to the supply closet. He shifted through his pack, preparing to sort unused supplies and tools from the ones in need of restocking or cleaning. His hand brushed against a slippery substance. He narrowed his eyes, then upended the pack to get a better look at the contents.

Fuck.

Genma had left the top off the goddamn lube.

Fuck.

Granted, it wouldn’t hurt the weapons themselves, but it had soaked into all the leather handles. They were ruined. It would cost him a pretty penny to get everything rewrapped and replaced.

Near the hallway, a patch of air displaced. He tensed, automatically calculating the distance to grab the nearest kunai, before consciously relaxing. Kakashi turned to regard his former student and current lover. Sasuke leaned casually against the bend in the hallway, surveying the disarray of the supply closet and the upended pack with a raised eyebrow. His back was slouched almost indolently, one leg crossed lazily behind the other, arms crossed though not guarded. Kakashi cocked an eyebrow of his own.

“You seem…relaxed,” he offered for lack of a better greeting.

Sasuke met his gaze. “You’re back early.” The tone was mild, a tad curious.

Kakashi cocked his head slightly, trying to pinpoint what was off about Sasuke. “The mission was cut short by the client after the first ambush.” He stepped forward over the scattered weapons and food rations and first aid supplies. “Lost the nerve to travel all the way to Wave Country.”

Sasuke smirked, and Kakashi stopped his slow advance to examine him more closely. There was a red mark just visible beneath his high-collared black shirt, and his eye widened involuntarily. “Your first real mission in two years and you get a lily-livered client,” Sasuke concluded, his tone still like a calm wind playing in tall reeds.

“We still got paid in full,” Kakashi replied, failing to add that the mission had actually been called off two days ago. Genma and he had taken full advantage of their unexpected free time, so he hardly chalk it up as a disappointment.

Sasuke eyes made one more serene perusal over his mud-spattered uniform and his discarded mission supplies, before he turned and walked towards the kitchen. “Hungry?”

Kakashi didn’t move or respond immediately, hearing cupboards opening and then the fridge, before a single thought surfaced above his mounting curiosity and confusion:

He’s not horny.

Kakashi tried to wrap his mind around the revelation. Usually, not having sex for more than a couple of days made Sasuke tense as a shamisen(1) string, and irritable as a cat who’s fur was stroked the wrong way. It also made him wilder in bed, more demanding and less submissive than usual. He had come to anticipate the cycle of his lover’s moods.

And he’s not annoyed about Genma. So, he did visit Raidou?

Sure, he’d told Sasuke to go get laid in no subtle terms, but he’d never thought the young man would actually do it.

I wonder if Genma left the window video recorder on?

Now there was something to look forward to. He’d have to inquire after the video recorder over a bottle of sake at the next guys’ night out at that karaoke joint in Sibarushi. They didn’t actually karaoke, but the building was shinobi-friendly – no windows, fire-resistant furniture, one entrance – and it carried cheap, local sake. That, and no matter how many times it happened, watching Gai get drunk and sing never got old.

He chuckled. Never got old.

“Kakashi?”

He snapped out of his musings, grinning broadly and waving dismissively at Sasuke’s questioning look. “I’m fine now, but I’ll eat leftovers.”

Sasuke stared at him contemplatively for a moment before nodding and disappearing once again.

Kakashi decided he could deal with the mess of his equipment later. Right now, he had to wash up.

Then, he had a housemate to make horny.

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Sasuke heard the supply closet slide shut. He paused between forming another rice square.

That was fast.

He bit his lip and went back to forming the nigiri base. To his left, carefully sliced salmon fillets were laid out over ice to keep them fresh. He finished fifteen rice squares, than began placing the salmon over the top. Finally, he took long, narrow strips of seaweed to wrap around the center and anchor the sushi together. It wasn’t traditional to wrap sake nigiri with seaweed, but he liked it that way because it allowed him to bite the large sushi in half without having to chew with his mouth full to bursting. He popped the fifteenth rice square into his mouth plain, having made one too many.

He startled when he felt a brush of fingers against his side, nearly choking on his mouthful of rice. He glared reproachfully over his shoulder at Kakashi’s bright-eyed smile. He’d traded an eye patch for his hitai-ate and the half-mask was gone. Sasuke eyed the angular jaw and the jagged crevice of old, white scar tissue that severed the planes of his left cheek. The twist of his lips was slightly skewed by the scar that pulled his facial muscles tight. It had been treated in combat, after all, never healed right.

Sasuke thought it was perfect.

He had forgotten to chew. He finished off the rice and swallowed laboriously, feeling suddenly tense and hot. Kakashi’s eyes were calculating, boring into him even as he smiled disarmingly. But there was nothing disarming about Kakashi. Sasuke knew not to let his guard down against that smile.

“Hungry after all?” he asked, forcing himself to turn his back on the lurking man, feeling like a mouse turning its back on the cat.

A finger trailed down the side of his throat, pressing against a sore spot. Sasuke’s eyes went wide and his knees locked. “You could say that.”

Sasuke shivered. “Are you going to let me eat?” he questioned coolly, though his heart felt like a jack hammer against his ribs.

“Possibly.”

Sasuke forced back a smile at the playful tone, trying to be indignant. He narrowed his eyes and turned fully to face his recently returned partner. “What kind of answer is that?”

“Did you enjoy your freedom?”

Sasuke felt his cheeks burn despite his best efforts to remain calm. He’d practically forgotten about Raidou the moment he’d seen Kakashi was home. Now, he was uncomfortably aware of the aches and pains of the past three days – the bruises on his hips, the marks on his neck, the dull ache in his lower back, the cracked dryness of his lips. Not that he had meant to forget. He’d just been pleasantly surprised and a little distracted by hunger.

He swallowed, trying to wet his dry throat.

“Little bird?”

Sasuke rasped, “Maybe.” He wet his lips.

“Now now.” Kakashi waggled his finger playfully, but his eyes trained intensely on the pink tongue running over slightly chapped lips. “What kind of answer is that?”

“I…” Sasuke took a deep breath. Come on, he goaded himself, you’re being ridiculous. He’s the one who told you to sleep with Raidou. He remembered Raidou’s words: ‘I trusted Genma enough to do it openly, and tell him honestly.’ His stomach stopped doing jumping jacks and back flips.

He trusted Kakashi.

“Yes,” he whispered, feeling his embarrassment further heat his face, but there was no hesitation in his voice. “I enjoyed it.”

Kakashi hummed mildly, purposefully bringing his hands up, letting the long, slender fingers card through dark locks. Sasuke eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. He clenched his fists and hissed as his head was pulled back and lips descended onto his pulse point.

“How much did you enjoy it?” Kakashi rumbled against his throat, trailing unexpectedly soft kisses down to his collarbone then back up to his earlobe.

Sasuke didn’t answer, concentrating instead on the feeling of Kakashi’s silver hair against his jaw, the light graze of teeth against the taunt tendons in his neck. A sharp nip brought him back to awareness.

“Well?”

“A lot,” he breathed, still blushing uncontrollably. His already stiff erection strained painfully against his thick canvas utility pants. It was just kissing! Gods, I haven’t been this turned on since…since the first time. He recalled Raidou’s story about the first time he’d slept with someone besides Genma: ‘You should have seen us. For a few days, it was like we were at the beginning. Like we were on a honeymoon, or something.’

Kakashi’s hand palmed his crotch brazenly.

“Ah!” he gasped, hands gripping the countertop and elbows locking to keep him upright as his knees buckled. His hips thrust out instinctively, but the hand was gone. He growled weakly, cracking his eyes and gazing at Kakashi’s intent face through the forest of his eyelashes. “The hell, Kakashi?” he demanded breathlessly.

“My, aren’t you impatient,” Kakashi soothed, winking cheekily.

Sasuke glared, outraged. Kakashi was always direct. Sure, sometimes he did foreplay, but teasing wasn’t his style. Usually. He wondered if it was the result of being around Genma for several days.

“Eat,” Kakashi commanded, turning away and heading for the hallway that led to their bedroom. “You’ll need your strength.”

Sasuke wiped his mouth self-consciously to ensure that he wasn’t drooling. Where did Kakashi pick up those tight black pants? He stared at the empty hallway for a moment, before caving to the burning in his loins over the rumble in his belly.

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Kakashi didn’t have to wait long. Sasuke slammed the shoji back not two minutes after he’d left, stalking to the bed where Kakashi had reclined on the futon to indulge in his favorite pastime – reading porn. One black-clad leg was crossed over a knee, one arm cradling his head, the obnoxious orange book half hiding his face like an impromptu face mask. His earlier desire dissipated in the face of the frustration often accompanying his paradoxical and often irksome bedmate. “Button Pusher” was undoubtedly part of Kakashi’s job description.

“Sasuke, eating too quickly is bad for your health,” Kakashi offered blandly, flipping a page with his thumb.

Internally, Sasuke cursed and swore and ranted and raved. Outwardly, his right eye twitched:

Once.

Twice.

Kakashi glanced up, catching the spasmodic tic of a pale eyelid. He tucked his book carefully away beside the bed. “Since you’re being so patient, I suppose I can give it to you now.”

Sasuke ignored the suggestive tone and raised a perfectly curved eyebrow. “You’re gracing me with your full attention?” he guessed sarcastically. “I’m overwhelmed.”

“Ah ah ah,” Kakashi admonished playfully. “Don’t make me take away the surprise before you even get to enjoy it.”

Sasuke scowled openly. He absolutely despised it when Kakashi lapsed back into treating him like a sensei would an obnoxious student.

Kakashi slid from the bed and stood with all the fluid grace that came from more than 20 years of intensive combat training. His battle-honed body hovered a centimeter away and Sasuke had to force his feet to root to the spot. Without warning, the earlier intensity once again thrummed between them. Pulsing. His heart rate sped, adrenaline from anger quickly converting into a shaky arousal.

“Close your eyes.”

Unthinking, Sasuke obeyed. Warm hands encircled his wrists and brought them in front of his body, brushing against cloth and rock hard abdominals. He shuddered, fingertips hypersensitive in his voluntary blindness.

Metal clamped around his wrists.

“The fuck!” He jerked back and simultaneously snapped his eyes open. Sasuke examined his “surprise” – chakra suppressant handcuffs. He was familiar with them after his long-term probation. His vision went white with fury. “How is this a present!?” he snarled.

Kakashi was taken aback, a shadow of concern in his normally lackadaisical eyes. “I never said it was a present,” he murmured contemplatively, “just a surprise.”

“Well, I’m surprised,” Sasuke snapped. “Now, take them off.”

“Mmmm,” Kakashi drew the syllable out, one index finger against his chin in mock contemplation. “No.”

“Ka-ka-shi,” he growled in warning, letting his gaze wash blood-red with Sharingan.

In a rare moment, Kakashi’s visible eye widened. “You can use Sharingan with chakra suppressants? Impressive.” His face relaxed and he pulled off his eye patch, tossing it to the floor carelessly, matching his hypnotic gaze with his own. His lips pulled back into an uncommon full-toothed grin that made Sasuke more than a little apprehensive. “You’re just full of surprises tonight, aren’t you?”

Sasuke took a step back, then mentally slapped himself. He was not afraid of Kakashi. He trusted Kakashi, pervert though he was. He released the Sharingan, but his unease was still sharp. Though he was by no means without defense, he would stand little chance against a full-fledged Jounin wearing these cuffs. He did not like feeling helpless.

His misgivings dissipated amid a sense of déjà vu as a hand rubbed forcefully against his crotch. Sasuke gasped, shocked to discover that he was still hard. He stumbled, weak-kneed with pleasure, but an iron grip on his ass steadied him. He moaned at the double stimulation as both appendages went to work kneading and caressing.

“What exactly did you do with your freedom?” Kakashi asked, voice rough and low, tone uncompromising.

Kakashi wants details, Sasuke realized with mortification. It had been difficult enough to muster the nerve to kiss another man, let alone give Kakashi a blow-by-blow. He winced at his bad internal pun.

“Well?”

Sasuke felt like his entire head was blushing, from his neck to his ears. He didn’t want to betray Raidou’s trust either: He didn’t know if the man would be offended with him for sharing openly with Kakashi. He thrust desperately into Kakashi’s touch, hoping he’d let him keep the peace. His eyes fell to half-mast and his head lolled back. A talented mouth descended once again on the exposed flesh and he hissed with satisfaction.

He was so close, and he was still fully clothed. He shut his eyes tightly, writhing against the tight hold on his ass, grunting with each stroke. A little more friction. Oh, yes. There. Right th–

The sensations withdrew completely, and he fell to the futon at the unexpected loss of support. His eyes met Kakashi’s stern gaze.

“Tell me if you want to cum.”

Sasuke gaped, panting. Pleasure and embarrassment flushed his heated skin. He wanted to cum so badly. He really couldn’t remember being this aroused in almost two years. “I…” he swallowed. “We kissed.”

“We?”

Sasuke closed his eyes, hoping it would lessen his embarrassment. “Raidou. We kissed.”

“Now, you didn’t waste four days with kisses, did you?” Kakashi rewarded Sasuke be kneeling to rub his thighs, and the youth obligingly opened his legs without conscious thought.

“No,” he grit out, trying to concentrate as Kakashi’s hands massaged his legs and hips. “He bit me and–” he paused when Kakashi’s thumbs rubbed just against the outline of his massive erection, drawing a shaky inhale “–he sucked me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere,” Sasuke snapped impatiently, nearly forgetting his shame in the face of his need. “Just touch me, dammit.”

“I suppose you’ve earned that much.” Kakashi popped the button and unlaced the teen’s pants, staring avidly as the swollen manhood jumped from the cloth confines. The head was purple and leaking profusely. “Did you get wet like this?” He punctuated his question with a breath of air over the bobbing head.

“Y-yes.”

“Did he touch you?” His hand gripped Sasuke softly, sliding up his already slick length. “Like this.”

“Harder,” Sasuke whisper-whined.

“What?” Kakashi paused maliciously.

“He rubbed it harder,” Sasuke snapped out, trying to push his hips up.

Kakashi rubbed him harder.

Sasuke had an epiphany.

“I took my shirt off,” he said softly, voice husked. He maneuvered his restrained arms and succeeded in pulling his shirt up to around his armpits. “Then he pinched my nipples.”

Kakashi shuddered visibly, trailing trembling hands up the pale chest and latching his index and middle finger onto the dusky nubs. “And then?”

Sasuke smirked, “I was on top.”

Kakashi stilled, before smiling faintly. He grasped Sasuke’s waist and reversed their positions. Sasuke straddled him and regained his balance after a moment, hooking his bound wrists over Kakashi’s head.

“Like this?” Kakashi rubbed his palm over the head of Sasuke’s cock, languidly stroking him. A perfect fit. Just the way he liked it.

No, not like that, he thought dizzily, feeling truly content for the first time. Like Raidou.

Outwardly, Sasuke moaned in appreciation and nodded to urge Kakashi to continue.

But Raidou isn’t Kakashi.

He smiled, uninhibited, unrestrained, feeling the desire in his spine tighten to the breaking point. With Kakashi, he wouldn’t last long enough to do everything that he and Raidou had done.

And that’s sort of the point.

TBC?

Author’s Notes: Didn’t have enough time to make this perfect or longer. A present for Yaoiismy’s B-day and for her contest, as well! I might write a sequel, but I’m curious to see the response to this pairing, and I haven’t had it beta-read so I want to make sure it was well characterized first. I liked ending it with parallels between Yaoiismy’s “Maybe” fic.