PSA: 'How do you Like it?' by Jynjo (ft. Spritely) is Naruto's theme song.

For those sensitive to sexual assault, I have placed a trigger-warning before and after the scene in question. Please, feel free to skip it if it makes you super uncomfortable.

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It was very obvious when the team next gathered that Naruto would not be coming.

When Kakashi joined the other two his usual hour or two late, there was no problematic blond to be seen—just a hormonal teenage girl and a psychologically damaged teenage boy looking everywhere but at his less-than-subtle admirer.

He thought about canceling the mission, but figured it was only a D-rank; they could handle it just fine sans one genin.

But it turned out that they really... couldn't.

After the first 20 minutes of whining (mostly courtesy of lovely Sakura), he caved and summoned his pack to assist on their weeding job. But then he had to prevent his kids from slacking off now that there was help and he found that he really wished the lively blond were here, with all his silly or barbed remarks and his numerous shadow clones.

Mostly his shadow clones.

An agonizing 3 hours later, Team 7 had completed their 3rd mission and had gotten their promised payment (of which was split 3-ways). Once everything was said and done, the three of them split up and he headed towards 'The Mistress.' (He wouldn't admit it, but he was a tad concerned for the teen who hadn't skipped a single day of training since he'd taken on the team).

He whipped out Icha Icha Paradise as he strolled towards his destination, the urchins of the Red Light District stopping in either confusion or recognition of his jounin vest before they even thought of picking his pockets. There wasn't much revelry going on around him, most noise coming from loud gambling parlors that hardly closed an hour in a day.

He was thankful he wasn't stopped by anyone—a sign that he still wasn't quite familiar around these parts. (He knew this would change soon enough and feared the day he attracted the vultures.)

Taking the same route he had the first time, he came upon the minor establishment that served as Naruto's home and second choice of employment. The building had seen better days, but a fresh coat of paint had livened-up the exterior a bit since he'd last come. He braced himself for the perfume-saturated air and hoped his mask would block the worst of it.

"Hello, Mama-san. Is Naruto here?" The old woman in question briefly looked up before going back to what she was doing before he came in.

"Hm? Yes, he stayed here today to tend to one of his sisters. Not all customers are the most peaceful of sorts, but at least they pay well, ya know," she said disinterestedly, idly smoking from a pipe and flipping through a magazine of some sort. She didn't seem inclined to say any more on the subject.

"...Can I see him?"

"Sure, sure. He should be in Ama's room cleaning her up some more." He nodded to her before venturing towards the backrooms, slipping his book back into his hip pouch without a thought.

He perused the hallway, each door labeled with a large engraved name tag of light wood. Ikumi, Kinu, Yaya. . . ah; there's Ama. He wondered if Naruto went under an alias. Chances were he had to for safety reasons (but probably more so to attract any business in the first place). He knocked politely on the wooden frame of the sliding door and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in."

He shucked his sandals from his feet at the doorway and obliged, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Kakashi-sensei? Why are you here?" Surprise colored his voice, and Kakashi saw that the blond was indeed tending to the same play-woman he'd interacted with the last time he came here. Her makeup had been removed, her hair let down and tied modestly to the side to make way for the sponge in Naruto's hand (which smelled of some mixture of herbs). He pretended that this didn't surprise him.

"Can't a sensei be worried for his student?" It sounded mocking coming from his mouth, but it was a genuine question nonetheless.

"Senseis don't normally make home-calls, at least that's what I've heard."

"How could you know? You've only had one." He raised an unimpressed eyebrow, taking care to make sure it would be visible to the other.

"Yes, because you do so much teaching," Naruto said drolly.

"I'm just teaching how I've been taught," was his defensive reply.

"Then a bit of constructive criticism: do less reading and more explaining. I can't tell shit from a scroll expecting me to know big words literally no one uses, 'ttebayo." He supposed he should've expected that.

"I can do that," he grudgingly supplied. "But don't think I'm going to stop with the team-exercises."

"No, yeah; we need it." The quick agreement was surprising but welcome. The brunet that he'd forgotten—ignored—winced when Naruto's sponge ran over a particularly tender bruise, and he noticed at least a dozen more littering her skin.

He didn't know what to do with himself, so he settled off to the side where he hoped he wouldn't unnerve the girl.

He watched quietly, marveling at the delicate efficiency in Naruto's touches, his practiced movements with each added ingredient and grind of the pestle. He'd never delved into medicine further than the bare minimum and hadn't seen such budding expertise since Rin.

The girl's wounds were carefully covered in salves and thin bandages, and once Naruto had done all he could, he helped the girl lower herself into a futon with fresh bedding, adding or taking away small pillows to make her as comfortable as possible.

It was something far kinder than anything he'd ever experienced and he felt like he was intruding on something special. Not for him.

But then Naruto took the small candle that provided light to the room and rose from his knees, softly padding across the tatami mats. Kakashi followed, glad to be out of the stranger's room.

"Alright, Kakashi. What did you really want?" He sighed, kind of having expected such an interrogation.

"I told you: I was worried." Oops, might've been too blunt. Let's try again. "After all, what am I supposed to think when my cute little genin doesn't come to class?"

"Cut the crap! Did you go to jii-chan and tell 'im where I live? 'Cause I told you, I'm gonna keep workin' here no matter what you say; believe it!" The teen was getting himself riled up as he went on, probably thinking of a thousand things he wasn't saying.

"Can't you believe I only have good intentions?"

"No." Ouch, that hurt. Zero hesitation, too.

"Well, fine then. Let's go to dinner. You haven't eaten yet, right?" More insufferable concern that he couldn't quite stifle. How irritating.

Naruto paused in whatever he'd been preparing to say (probably something rebellious and brimming with twisted ideas of honor).

"Uh, sure? Wait, do I actually get a say in this?"

"No."

"What?! Not even which restaurant we go to?"

"No; because you'd land us right back at Ichiraku's, just as always. I wanted to try out a shop that's just opened up, so what better time than now?" He moved them to the side of the hallway, out of the way of a passing yuujo and her customer.

"Fine," he grumbled. "Just so you know, nothing can beat Teuchi-ji-san's ramen, 'ttebayo!" He slammed his respective door shut for emphasis, probably to change into street clothes.

Kakashi felt awkward while impatiently waiting for Naruto to reemerge, hoping he didn't look lost enough to kick out. There was a shuffle behind him before the shoji opened again, the small blond dressed in dark pants and an orange shirt (thankfully, it was darker than his usual jumpsuit).

Bright blue eyes met grey and the little genin pushed past him. "Alright, let's go."

They exited out the back door to avoid rumors from spreading more than they had. The pair skirted through the dirty back-alleys until they emerged near the edge of the Red Light District. Kakashi felt like they were constantly alternating between having too little or too much space between them and when he turned to address this issue, he'd barely gotten a word out when he realized that it was not Naruto he was walking beside anymore.

This person had dark brown hair and fair skin, not a whisker in sight.

He almost started panicking before he caught eyes with the stranger and took a moment to read their chakra signature. The blond brat had cast a henge while he'd been distracted! Grudging respect warred with a vague sense of irritation.

His competitive streak flared to life and he prepared a henge of his own. As they turned another corner to officially exit the Red Light District, the brunet could be seen accompanying a petite woman with softly curled blond hair. Kakashi adjusted his posture to better suit his stature, swaying his hips to accentuate the curves he'd given himself.

The brat snickered from beside him. "Ya know, I'd think you have more experience crossdressing than me." 'She' snorted.

"You bet your ass I do. I've been a ninja since I was 5; of course I have some espionage and seduction experience under my belt."

"Wow." Kakashi couldn't tell if the other was being sarcastic or genuine (probably the former given his sing-songy tone).

"Oh, hush. Now, do you think this dress is a bit too tight? Certainly feels that way." He might've envisioned and 'made' it, but he'd never actually worn a minidress before.

"That's just how most feminine clothes are nowadays. Objectification in sexuality and all that," was the blasé reply. It made sense, in a twisted way, but the temporary blond had to say that he definitely wouldn't regret the usual pair of loose shinobi pants.

The conversation died and Kakashi was trying to think of something to say. 'How does one start a conversation?' Now was not the time to be supremely socially awkward! He was about ready to scream internally.

"...Are you sure you know where you're going? 'Cause it seems like we've just kinda been wandering around for a while..." He supposed confrontation beat silence.

"We're almost there, Naruto; just be patient. Unless you think you can keep up on the rooftops?" he said with false saccharine, eyes batting for emphasis.

Henged Naruto actively seemed to size up Kakashi, seeming ready to rise to the challenge. "I might," he said with a cocky shrug. "I've evaded jounin for years. Question is: do you think you're up to it, old man?" The familiar foxy grin made his stomach twist in odd ways and he couldn't tell if the warmth in his cheeks was from indignation or something else.

"I'll have you know that 27 is not 'old,' brat. And I'd still kick your ass even if I were 70." Not that he thought he'd live to half that long.

"Hah! I'd like to see you try!" Well, if the brat wanted to test him, he was more than willing to show off his prowess. (It would occur to him later that perhaps he'd gotten cocky with his borderline S-rank status, but he would feel no remorse for his actions.)

Using pure speed, he left Naruto in the dust to run exactly 15 meters ahead of the other, almost making it appear to have been a shunshin. And Naruto? Naruto was left sputtering and waving away the dust. None of the few civilians around them were overly surprised, having long been desensitized by witnessing the daily hurricane that was Might Gai's training regimen.

"I'm sure you'll have better luck next time," an entirely smug female Kakashi said, leaning sultrily against the entrance of their destination.

"Oh, stuff it. You just got the jump on me that time—believe it."

"Yeah, yeah. You know, there's a reason you're my student."

"Kinky." Now it was Kakashi's turn to splutter as Naruto bypassed him to enter the quaint restaurant he'd recently discovered.

---(TIME SKIP)---

With how much stress he'd been piling up thanks to his cute little genins, you'd think that an introvert like Kakashi would be settling in at home, detoxing and just spending one of his precious few days off relaxing. But no. Somehow he'd let his self-proclaimed best friend drag him to a nightclub.

In all honesty, it was probably smaller than a great many civilian clubs, but that didn't make him feel any less out of his depth.

As was becoming an increasingly common occurrence, the jounin instructor was holed up in the Red Light District. Unlike those other times, he was being held hostage by his fellow jounin instructors and his begrudging friend that he never really could say 'no' to.

A sea of paper lanterns gave light to the revelry surrounding him, the kaleidoscope of colors making everything seem unreal. A group of geisha were positioned atop a slightly raised part of the floorspace at the back, the lively tune they played adding to the atmosphere.

Some people (like him) were at tables set aside to chat or just drink the night away (if one could afford to do so, that is). Others were crowded together to dance, picking through the throng for a night's partner.

Somewhere in that crowd were the others. Gai was off doing who knows what (hopefully having a dance battle or something because he refused to imagine that man having a sex life) and he was almost positive Asuma and Kurenai were dancing together with the courage provided by having alcohol as an excuse if shit went sideways later.

A few brave souls had approached him, both men and women. All he waved away. Despite his choice of literature, his libido was mostly inactive most days. Now was 'most days.'

So here he was, dissociating just a little bit and enjoying his cup of warm sake. Sake he almost choked on when he saw a curvaceous woman with long blond hair, tanned skin, and a front-tied obi attached to the side of a plain man you wouldn't think would pay for sex. A glance at her face said that no, he wasn't imagining it—that really was a poorly disguised Naruto at work.

He'd never seen Naruto 'at work' outside of The Mistress. Didn't he say that he henged as others as a special service?!

He must have stared for too long because blue eyes soon shifted to meet his gaze. There was a slight widening in surprise, then a confident stare that dared him to say something. Nothing like the awkwardness he felt or would expect in the other.

Though really, this was Naruto we're talking about. Nothing about the teen was predictable (or sane at this point).

The music hit a high point and Naruto was forced to break their staring contest when his client bent down to whisper something in 'her' ear. That was when the expected look of awkwardness appeared on his face—before shifting to a sultry (though alarmingly mischievous) look.

Gracefully, he seemed to drag himself up and walked out a few paces before twirling around. Lifting the hem of his dress almost daintily, he made a show of prowling towards his intended before parting the skirt slightly to slowly straddle the man.

Kakashi was caught between feeling like he was having an aneurysm and having a nosebleed. He only knew that looking away was not an option.

Other patrons didn't seem to have this same problem. Sure, Naruto had been noticed, but most onlookers had blushed and quickly looked away or disinterestedly gone back to their drinks. Not Kakashi.

Kakashi was entranced by the way Naruto bounced and swayed his hips, feminine as they were at the moment. How they never stopped moving and never quite seemed to fully alight on the man's growing hardness.

He gulped when Naruto smoothly reversed himself, going back down into that same straddle but now with almost everything visible to him.

Again, Naruto caught him staring—and again, he purposely held his gaze. He was sure that his own hardness was painfully apparent by now but he couldn't find it in himself to care. How could he feel a speck of shame when he was merely appreciating a work of art?

He groaned when Naruto finally stopped teasing and ground down on the other. He swore that he could feel the phantom warmth of Naruto upon him and longed to be that client. But he wouldn't pay Naruto for his services, no—he wanted it on his own terms with the other wanting it.

The Geishas' song winded down and Naruto finally rose from his perch, presumably excusing himself to the bathroom. A glance worth a thousand words and a hand sign worth one told him to follow after the disappearing blond.

And follow he did.

As it turned out, Naruto did not intend to go to the bathroom. Rather, he led Kakashi through the back door that was probably for employees only. The night air that greeted him outside was warm with the Summer season, though not any warmer than the body-packed joint he'd left behind. With the door closed behind them, the blond turned to confront the other.

"Fancy meetin' ya here, Sensei." If the honorific was supposed to remind him of his responsibility as a jounin instructor, it did little to dampen his arousal. Maybe Naruto had been right about him having a teacher kink after all.

"Mah, I wish I could say the same to you." Ouch; he hadn't meant for it to come out that way.

"Really. Then does that mean you don't want me to suck your dick?" Kakashi's brain short-circuited. He was sure he'd be ripped a new one or something for 'criticizing his student's life choices' like before. Not proposition him!

"Uh, what?" All he could do was stare dumbly. Naruto took this as a chance to stalk towards him, walk predatory and reminiscent of the prelude of that man's lap dance.

"Or would you be against getting blown by a whore like me?" he said with a little pout that Kakashi knew was fake. His back hit the wall of the establishment they'd just left and he felt trapped but he knew if he moved a single muscle, all of whatever this was would end. The blond leaned in further to whisper in his ear: "Tell me when to stop."

Oh, so this was happening. His cock jumped to the occasion in his pants and Naruto took his time dragging himself down Kakashi's unguarded front. The man didn't know what to focus on: those devilish eyes or the swell of Naruto's breasts pressed up against him.

He was already so turned on by the show Naruto gave him; he hoped to every god that Naruto wouldn't drag it out any longer. His prayers were answered when Naruto impatiently released his member to regain his attention, the flushed organ seeming impossibly large against the blond's face.

Kakashi chuckled a bit at the surprise and near-apprehension written on his face, so satisfying compared to usual overconfident and bratty expressions displayed. He was suddenly ridiculously proud of his size for no reason at all.

Naruto glared at him then, a frightening amount of determination settling in those eyes that were so uniquely hypnotizing.

As if in retaliation, he suddenly engulfed the head, tongue at the tip and sucking so nicely. He wasn't sure what sound he'd released, but it was funny enough to make Naruto laugh, sending vibration straight up his spine, it seemed like.

He didn't take his time (no surprise there) and instead went on to take as much of Kakashi into his mouth as he possibly could. Kakashi—poor, poor Kakashi—only had a second to regain his bearings before Naruto was moving up and down the length, slurping nastily to make the slide easier.

With every glide down, the head of Kakashi's dick caught on the ridges of his palate, then his hand would extend further to stroke every inch that he couldn't fit in his mouth. And then—every time he reached his limit—he'd swallow and twist his hand at the base a bit and Kakashi would lose his mind just a little bit more. It was torturously slow and he longed to fuck deeper, faster, but his self-restraint and the weight of Naruto's trust held his hips in place at Naruto's mercy.

His orgasm was fast approaching now. "Naru-to," he groaned. "I'm—'m comin'! Coming—" The blond paid no heed to his pitiful attempt at a warning, focused solely on making the jounin instructor come.

In one fell swoop, the teen lunged and took all of Kakashi down his throat, oh fuck—

There was just a fraction of a second where he crested at the precipice, cock wonderfully warm and constricted, stuffed down his student's throat. And then he was coming, white crashing behind his eyes and enjoying the best damn orgasm of his life.

He was a little out of it still when he came to, with just enough sense of mind to be amazed that he managed to stay standing.

Moaning came to his attention and he brought his gaze back down, arousal flaring at the picture presented to him: a female Naruto with wonderfully flushed skin, one hand plucking at an aching nipple within his disheveled kimono and the other frantically rubbing at his clit under a pair of black panties of lace.

He bent down to wipe a bit of cum from the teen's lips, mindlessly pulled down his mask, then sealed them with a kiss. Was he supposed to ask for Naruto's consent for this? 'Too late,' he thought.

Taking a page from Naruto's figurative book, he used synchronicity to his advantage: at the same time he let his tongue mingle with the blond's, he reached around Naruto's downward hand and stuck two fingers in his juicing pussy, curling them in a way that was just right. Like any gentleman, really.

Naruto squealed when he came, the sound getting trapped within Kakashi's mouth, and he held his student's shuddering body as he rode through his own orgasm.

Separating his lips from those of his favorite blond, he righted his mask, wiped his messy fingers on his pants, and arranged Naruto's kimono to at least be decent while he waited for the other to come out of his post-orgasmic daze. (He would've done that a lot sooner if he'd known it would shut the blond up so effectively.)

After a few calm minutes of silence and of them just breathing, Kakashi cleared his throat. "I'm sorry that I came in your mouth." He bit back the childish '—but I tried to tell you' that wanted to follow, knowing he had to own up to something.

"...At least I didn't have to go in and wash your cum from my face, 'ttebayo." And indeed, that would've been embarrassing, even within that particular bar.

"A silver lining to every cloud, I suppose." A bark of laughter met his dubious response and the blond struggled to fully separate himself from the man. He must've found that it was impossible to fully right his clothes because he suddenly undid his obi entirely, giving his teacher a good look at the lovely laced underbust corset he wore to match his underwear, perfectly framing bountiful breasts.

Though it was not meant to be sexy in the way a striptease is, Kakashi still found it incredibly alluring (even though the clothes were going on and not off.)

He doubted he was lucky enough to get a round two.

Now with his minimally designed pale yellow kimono and dark red obi put back together and somewhat presentable, Naruto straightened and started combing his hair.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Kakashi! Goodnight!" And with nary a glance sent his way, Kakashi was left wanting for more in that little alley that now smelled vaguely of sex.

---(TIME SKIP)---

It had been a few weeks since their last intimate interaction and Kakashi had struggled to maintain his aloof façade (that'd been on the decline for maybe the past 5 years or so).

He was sure that Sakura had noticed something going on between them, being the little fiend for love that she was. Sasuke was probably none the wiser, seeing as he was a revenge-obsessed genin with severe untreated PTSD and many a complex related to his family. (Now that he thought about it, maybe Kakashi should step in and force him into therapy?)

"Sensei, are we done yet?" came a pitiful whine from his right. He flipped to the next page of Icha Icha, taking his sweet time to respond.

"Not yet, Sakura. Let's go for another 15 minutes." His three genin groaned at this, the loudest being from the one he was currently sitting on. That was—one Naruto Uzumaki.

They'd been running the gauntlet today with physical conditioning being the priority, and subsequently doing push ups for the past hour and a half or so. About halfway through, Naruto had said something smart and the rest was history!

It was a bonding experience, though. If one member of the team stepped out of line, the whole team had to suffer. Nothing discouraged insubordination like peer loathing.

He'd decided that if they wanted to play ninja, he'd treat them like ninja. So he had administered the softcore version of an ANBU's training schedule. Of course, it was watered down a bit because if it wasn't, they'd be there all day.

"Has it been 15 minutes yet?" It'd only been 12, and he wasn't about to go easy on them yet.

"Eight more minutes! Keep up the pace, chop-chop!"

He was sure that by now, even Sakura was muttering expletives under her breath as she struggled through doing push ups to the beat of a metronome. She was the weakest of his team, so it was understandable that she was struggling so much.

Naruto had surprised him with his endurance—though was it that surprising, seeing as Kushina was his mother? Perhaps it was his genetic predisposition combined with his nightly activities? That certainly would explain it.

"Alright, time!" He swore he heard a grumpy 'finally' from Sasuke's direction and grinned in satisfaction. Yes, he still had it. "Stretch, and don't forget to memorize the recipes of three different poisons and their antidotes! I will be asking you tomorrow. Now, off you go." He made a shooing motion and the grumbling teens stiffly made their way in the direction of their respective homes.

---(TIME SKIP)---

For the first time since he'd regularly started coming here, Kakashi felt in his element in the Red Light District. He'd successfully defended his pockets from three people in the ten minutes he'd been here, had been catcalled twice, and was now slipping through the crowd while reading his neglected Icha Icha.

As had become his new usual, he was on his way to 'The Mistress', a basket of vegetables held in his free hand to serve as his excuse.

When he entered the front room, he found the situation to be very similar to his first visit: a few play-women of varying age were scattered about the floor, dressed up and ready to receive their first customer of the night. Unlike that first time, however, the aged Mama recognized him and immediately set down her pipe and magazine to greet him.

"Naruto's jounin sensei! What a pleasure to see you again!" Her eagerness was off putting compared to the general disinterest she'd shown when he last came. He put his book away just in case he needed a free hand.

"Mama-san. Is this a bad time...?"

"Ah...no, not at all!" She tittered a laugh that grated on his ear and her pause validated his suspicious nature. His mood started to take a nosedive.

"Ah, really? Then is Naruto with a client right now?" Her eyes shifted a bit, then she looked his straight in the eye.

"Yes, but I think that boy might need some help." Finally, she'd stopped with her games. "He's with a particularly nasty client that none of my other girls wanted to host. Of course, that boy would do anything for his sisters and I couldn't exactly turn someone away without taking a hit to my establishment's reputation—" he stormed off down the hallway, having gotten the context he needed and unwilling to put up with more of her rambling.

***TRIGGER WARNING***

His feet automatically led him to Naruto's room and he slid the door open, disregarding proper etiquette that told him to wait for permission. Behind that flimsy screen door was a scene both expected and not—Naruto, presumably henged to look like a certain woman, was being pinned in place by a large hand around his neck while the owner of said hand was brutally thrusting into him.

His hands were limp around the client's wrists and fingernails were broken, like he'd scrabbled against the might of this man who was still gripping his throat—

The basket of vegetables was thrown to the side before the jounin lunged at this man, striking him easily at the back of the neck with his fist. The man crumpled on impact, collapsing atop Naruto and inadvertently pulling out with a wet quelch.

The room was quiet now, sans Kakashi's fast breathing and the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

He callously rolled the client off of his student, relishing in every thump his head made against the floor, then focused his attention on Naruto. It was a wonder that his henge was still in effect even when he was unconscious, but it might be so because of Naruto's chakra reserves and out of necessity. 'Focus.'

Naruto's face was so red it had started turning purple and Kakashi was afraid he wasn't breathing.

***TRIGGER WARNING: END***

He ripped off his hitai-ate and looked back at the teen, making sure that his sharingan caught every minute detail discernable to him. He was comforted by the fact that Naruto was, in fact, breathing—however, it was alarmingly shallow and nearly undetectable.

The solution he had was to help Naruto breathe by opening his airway, at least until he regained consciousness. Being extraordinarily careful, he tugged the futon out from beneath him until the teen's head was hanging off of the end and resting upon tatami. The pillows previously under his head and hips were relocated to be stuffed under his back.

With this done, the only thing Kakashi could do was wait and throw the piece-of-shit client out of the Akasen altogether.

---(BRIEF TIME SKIP)---

The sound of coughing caught his attention and he quickly looked to the source.

Naruto, now reverted to his usual sex and appearance, had partially propped himself up and seemed in dire need of water and a good once-over by a medical professional. Kakashi could only provide the former at the moment.

"Here, drink. Slowly." Naruto gingerly accepted the proffered cup of water, and for once, Naruto took his directive without any backtalk. Kakashi was content to wait until Naruto had gotten his fill, his weary eyes staring blankly at a random page of Icha Icha as he listened to the loud, desperate workings of the blond's throat.

He stubbornly wasn't looking at the other, not wanting to see the numerous bruises imprinted on tan skin—some of which were in the precise shape of fingers.

He knew the location of each and every one of them, and he doubted he'd ever forget them, either.

The room was tense—awkward.

He sighed and fisted his hair in agitation. "I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't have come." Because he shouldn't be looking to form a relationship with his student. Relationships where shinobi were involved generally were far too complicated and more high-stakes than one would think, especially when it came to one as high-profile and damaged as he was.

"Don't say that," Naruto whispered. He would have missed it if not for his sharpened senses.

"No, Naruto. I wouldn't be here if we had a normal teacher-student relationship. I shouldn't be here."

"But if you weren't, what do ya think would've happened?" That stopped him up short. He knew exactly what would have happened, and it would have been even more devastating to think that he could have stopped it from happening. "I—I was scared, Kakashi-sensei."

Naruto was right to be scared and Kakashi felt like an ass. He'd been told that he was emotionally distant before, but this was his first time actually seeing that in action. How does one comfort another? He'd never liked being touched as he'd never gotten much as a child, but maybe he could replicate what Minato-sensei had done for Rin and Obito.

Scooting closer to his student, he settled a hand in Naruto's mop of blond hair and ruffled the soft strands, avoiding eye contact.

"...what are you doing, Kakashi-sensei?"

"Um...comforting you? I hope?" Naruto's laugh seemed to light up the small space and Kakashi didn't even care that he was being laughed at.

"What a shitty way of comforting someone," the brat said archly. Kakashi took that as his cue to retract his hand, a blush surely appearing beneath his mask.

"What an ungrateful student you are," he grumbled in mock-offense. It was Naruto's turn to look away now, cheeks pink.

"...thanks, old man."

"Ah, I told you to stop with that! 27 is not that old!"

"Oh? How're ya gonna prove it to me, then? You have to teach me these things, Kakashi-sensei." If he wasn't positive that this was probably Naruto's coping mechanism, the brat would've had it already.

"Well, I could always assign you and the others my training regimen. After all, since you're so young as spritely, I'm sure you can handle what this 'old man' does daily." That shut him up real quick.

Actually looking at Naruto's less-than-stellar state, he wondered how to go about addressing the elephant in the room. Maybe Naruto was thinking the same thing, because it seemed the air had turned awkward.

"Look, Naruto. I know I said I wouldn't interfere, but...you can't keep doing this when you end up like this." His wandering gaze pointed to exactly what he was talking about.

"I—I can't. I owe Mama-san and my nee-chans so much—"

"Then go back to being an errand-boy. A pick-pocket. Hell, I'll let you take on more D-ranks if that's what you need."

"But then—" He stopped himself, an expression of desperation and shame trying to convey the feelings Kakashi wouldn't understand if not said outright.

"But what, Naruto?" The teen shrank in on himself, arms curling to wrap around his legs.

"But this is the only way I feel loved," he mumbled—and Kakashi felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

Naruto had no friendly relationships—not with his peers, hardly with the people that took care of him. He'd had even less than Kakashi growing up, and Kakashi had never once thought of this. They'd failed this orphan, this child of Minato's. Kakashi didn't want to let that continue. He'd already made so many mistakes and there was no taking those back, but at least he could start atoning for them.

"I can love you, if that's what you want."

"I can't just say that I want someone to love me and then it'll magically happen! Just look at Sakura, for god's sake!" Kakashi refused to let up his intensity, certain that finally, he was breaking through to the other.

"I think you're willful enough. You've already ensnared me with your feminine wiles," the jounin said, a perverted yet confident grin appearing under thin fabric. "Tell me, Naruto: can I love you?"

"Wha—" The teens sputtering was comical and Kakashi vaguely felt that "butterflies" feeling that was described so often in those perverse books he read so often.

"Will you let me? Or...is it possible that I've found someone immune to my charms?" Naruto snorted at that, grin finally reappearing.

"I don't see what's so charming about a man with grey hair who's not even in his thirties."

"Oh, plenty find me charming. Just ask my fanclub." Naruto cackled at that, and Kakashi's heart beat just a bit faster.

"You have a fanclub?! I bet you were just like Sasuke when you were young!" That prompted a grimace and a promise to himself to never let him meet Anko.

"I wouldn't go that far..." His embarrassment must've shown, as Naruto fell over in a fit of giggles. Abruptly, they stopped and Kakashi had to wonder just what was going through Naruto's head now.

"If you have fangirls," he said slowly, a devious look appearing and making Kakashi feel like cornered prey, "then that means you're attractive under that mask of yours!" The jounin was forced to dodge a wild Naruto, sidestepping quickly then somewhat regretting his actions when Naruto landed in a heap on the floor.

"Awe, that was mean, dattebayo! Don't you love me, Kakashi-sensei?!" the blond pouted.

"Of course I—" Kakashi stopped himself, feeling immensely embarrassed. How was it that he could read graphic erotica in public but blush like a virgin when it came to feelings?

For the first time since he'd met the teen, Naruto was speechless. Kakashi was actually afraid that he'd broken him, seeing as his mouth was opening and closing in an impression imitation of a fish, eyes wide in disbelief.

"What? You asked," he said defensively, a bit miffed at Naruto's underwhelming reaction. (Perhaps he'd become a bit of a hopeless romantic since reading Jiraiya's works, but this wasn't how he imagined a grand confession to go.)

"I didn't—really?" Naruto's expression was so earnest that he melted a bit and didn't bother with keeping up his appearance.

"Really. You're a shit-starter and probably have almost as much baggage as me, but I really fell." Naruto looked somewhat awed, probably not having expected Kakashi to be serious. Abruptly, Naruto rose and lunged at Kakashi again—only this time, Kakashi supported him with open arms. He didn't mind when his mask was pulled down and relished in the kiss Naruto gifted him. He had to lean down to the point his neck hurt and he had to be careful not to let it go too long, but it was perfect.

It was when Naruto started letting his hands roam that Kakashi had to put him down and regain some of his space.

"Naruto, I don't think—"

"You don't want to?" Oh, he was raring to go, but that was neither here nor there.

"I don't think we should be doing this so soon! I mean, you almost died maybe an hour ago shouldn't you heal some more?" He didn't know how these things worked in healthy relationships, but shouldn't Naruto be a bit more concerned about the traumatic experience he'd just gone through?!

"But I want this," he said huskily, somehow making a whine sexy. Kakashi groaned, leaning back down to steal a kiss, then pulling back again when he regained his senses.

"Are you—"

"I'm sure," Naruto said, determination blazing in those dazzling eyes of his. "I want these to be your marks, not his," he said innocently, like he had no idea what those words did to a man like Kakashi. "And besides," he went on sultrily, "a confession isn't complete without a bout of hot, steamy sex; right, Kakashi?" Damn it all to hell, this man would be the death of him.

"I hope you don't regret this," Kakashi murmured against plush lips. Naruto just smiled devilishly.

"Bring it."

Who was he to deny him what he desired?

Devouring Naruto's lips like he was a starving man, he picked up the smaller man to take them back to the futon. His hands easily divested Naruto of his kimono, then helped Naruto in pulling his long sleeve over his head. The blond gasped when he saw Kakashi's torso, obscured only by his mesh armor and the fabric of his mask pooled around his neck.

Kakashi had never felt as powerful as he did then.

He dove back down to kiss wetly at the column of Naruto's neck, hands preoccupied with undoing his pants and kicking them off to the side. Naruto grunted cutely and twisted the hair at his nape when he nipped at a sensitive spot, making sure to mark every bit of flesh his teeth could feel.

Naruto's hands had traveled from his neck to roam his chest, briefly tweaking a nipple before exploring the expanse of his abs. His eyes fluttered shut at the sensation and he abruptly realized that Naruto could see all of the parts he'd never shown another.

Instead of making him feel insecure, that fact just fanned his ardor.

"Mmm, Naruto." His voice was breathy but he didn't care to steady it. This was what Naruto had signed up for, after all.

The man in question had begun tugging at the band of his underwear, the impatient vixen that he was. Kakashi pinned those sneaky hands beside the blond's head and stole another kiss, breaching pliable lips and letting his tongue intertwine with that of the other. When he thought to separate, Naruto followed and their tongues came to play in a filthy kiss that was all tongue and Kakashi couldn't help but grind himself into the other when Naruto came up and sucked on his tongue, dear lord—

All plans to take things slow flew out the window (not that he'd been following them all too well, anyways).

Tearing off the remainder of his clothes, he flipped Naruto onto his stomach and forced his ass into the air, legs spread and back arched so beautifully.

"Fuck, Naruto."

"Fuck me, Kakashi. Please, fuck me so good—" Kakashi groaned and gripped the base of his cock, grabbing a handful of that juicy ass and pressing a thumb against Naruto's fluttering hole.

"Not yet, baby. I want to eat you out first." Those filthy words earned him a groan of (hopefully) appreciation. (If it wasn't, the blond would just have to enjoy the ride and learn the virtue of patience.)

The jounin then took his other hand to grab that lone, plush cheek and spread them apart, entranced by the way Naruto's hungry hole worked to try and suck his thumb in dry.

"Any moment—" Naruto was cut off by a squeal when Kakashi abruptly removed his thumb and laved his longue all the way from the bottom of his balls to the top of his crack, then abruptly spearing his tongue past his sphincter. With the taste of Naruto on his tongue, he focused on spearing in and out like he would with his dick. Naruto's moans showed his appreciation and he'd started thrusting his hips in an attempt to get Kakashi to go deeper.

Kakashi switched motions then, licking at Naruto's inner walls and loving how well Naruto opened up for him. With a tired tongue, he retreated to suck at the hole (earning him a high-pitched moan that was new to him), then released the abused pucker, blowing at it in apology and hungrily watched how it spasmed.

"Just wait a bit more; you can do that, can't you, Naruto?"

"Fuck, I want you so bad, Kakashi!" The blond was near hysterical with want, but Kakashi had to open him further so he wouldn't get hurt.

Seeing as he didn't have any oil on hand, he had to do it the old fashioned way, and spat on that pretty pink hole already shiny with leftover saliva. He prodded at it with two fingers, diligently working them in and out until he was thrusting in to the knuckles. And when that happened, he added another finger, occasionally spreading them wide and earning him a guttural groan each time. Sweat was pouring down his face and he wanted so bad to just shove his cock in then and there, make the blond come in one move, but he had to be patient.

He forced himself to add a fourth finger just for good measure on account of their size difference, wishing with every thrust that the squeeze on his fingers was applied to his throbbing member.

It felt like he'd been enduring for an eon when he finally pulled his fingers from Naruto, the boy a blubbering mess just begging to be fucked.

"Kashi, Kashi—please, please, please," he chanted, writhing and fisting at the futon, maybe not even sure what he was asking for anymore and god that was so fucking hot.

Kakashi pressed an apologetic kiss to his lower back, then sheathed himself in one fell swoop.

They both moaned in synchrony, Naruto's being something more of a keen that he would've thought came from an animal. Having gone through so much foreplay already, there was absolutely no way he could wait. Without pause, he pulled out, almost all the way save for the head—only to thrust back home deep and hard, setting a brutal pace that no civilian could match. The sound of sex was a symphony that he could fully appreciate then, the wet, meaty sounds adding to his arousal.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-" his hips stuttered and he realized that he was the one chanting a mantra of curses. At this point, his whole world and existence lived in his cock and there was little else he could give his attention to.

He widened his stance a bit to get more purchase, the new angle directing him to Naruto's sweet spot, a bump he was sure to pass over with his every thrust.

He was getting close—so, so painfully close—and he reached around to tug at Naruto's neglected member. That was all it took.

When Naruto came, his muscles tightened to near-painful levels and it was all Kakashi could do to keep thrusting—to keep speeding towards his own climax—and when it finally came, it was like he ceased being for one incredibly long moment before everything crashed down upon him.

'Fuck, that was good,' he thought tiredely (that was, when he was capable of thought). Of the few times he'd had sex, none of them were as fantastic as what he'd just experienced.

He felt weak and it took him a few minutes to muster the energy to get up and, at the very least, pull his softened manhood from Naruto's near-unbearably hot body. (The man in question seemed to have succumbed to unconsciousness, slumped with his ass still in the air and looking delectable.)

Kakashi's length was released with an obscene squelch and slowly trailed cum down to Naruto's balls. His gaze grew intense and he couldn't help but fixate on those remnants of sex. Against his better judgement, the jounin scooped up those remains and stuffed them back into Naruto's sloppy hole, the loose flesh so accepting that he'd be ready for a second round then and there if not for his physical limitations.

Now just a little guilty and horny but more coherent, Kakashi searched the room for some sort of cloth to wipe them down with. Once that was found, he set to work with arranging an unconscious Naruto into a more comfortable position and ridding him of his cum and some sweat. They'd need to hit the hotsprings after this (or just go to his apartment if Naruto miraculously turned shy when he woke up).

Satisfied that he'd done all he could to clean them up, Kakashi collapsed next to Naruto, brushing his lips against a shoulder, and joined him in slumber.

---(A/N)---

1. Know that irl beyond fiction and the imagination, I do not condone the predation of anyone, especially minors. I can romanticize it all I want in fiction, but anything that goes farther than art or writing is not okay. (If it makes anyone feel better, I don't fantasize about anyone in this way and rightfully felt weird af writing this.) However, in some parts of Japan, (yes, modern-day's Japan,) the legal minimum age of consent is 13. And please, keep in mind that this is (loosely) written in the context of a historical time period, where laws and customs of propriety were very different compared to modern-day.

2. Sexual assault and non-consensual/non-negotiated kink scenes ARE NOT OKAY. Kinks are perfectly normal, and it's fine to be into the harder aspects of BDSM. However, DO NOT think that means abuse or r*pe is kinky or okay for all partners. Scenes and kinks are to be negotiated so practice is as safe, sane, consensual—and enjoyable—as possible.

3. This is the single BEST THING I HAVE PUBLISHED TO DATE. Like goddamn, I was wishing with all my heart while writing this that I wasn't ace/aro and/or Kakashi could be real. I hope my smut scenes were up to par!