Disclaimer: not mine
Pairing: NaruKaka, implied NaruSasu, NaruSasuKaka late
Warnings: Naruto is 15, 17.. haven't decided.

This is a part that will eventually be written in my fic, Lost Relationship, in a later chapter.



There was a rip tide forming in their relationship. It had started as a small seam in his pschye until it had grown to a massive size, and spreaded like a maligant tumor. It had even rendered him paralytic as the swirl of the deep routed hatred he felt for his sensei transfigured to an out-of-touch sorrow and longing he never knew he held for the older man. Unveiling the faults he made and misguided direction he had deceived himself into taking as the preside, cast him down on an untraceable path as he reevaluated the life choices he made in the sudden fit of anger that was brought on by the departure of his koibito from in his life.

It wasn't unfamiliar to him. He knew there was a difference between good and evil, right and wrong. What was morally correct and what was shunned and frowned upon not just by society but also in the creators ever-watching eyes.

He had known there was an existing line finely drawned for humankind to follow and to never dare cross it, regardless of the perfect excuses he congured up when he done those unspeakable things to an innocent man. It was made even clearer as he stared down at the exhausted and blameless face of his master as he siddled across from his jounin instructor on the prepared mattress of the hospital quarters.

"Please Naruto, no more," was the pitiful request made by his former sensei.

He raised his eyes to the older man. There was no struggling. No hostility like there should of been. Just the voice of a man he used to know and admire as a kid before his own metamorphisis.

All these years he had been so naive. So blind. Allowing his hatred to take over, as he fed off his kyuubi's mass supply of evil chakra to take revenge on his sensei.

Why did he ever blame his sensei for Sasuke leaving him?

The unsteady breathing of his master's heart rhythm echoed in his ear as Naruto thought back of the good times when he used to compete with his koibito for his attention and to acknowledge his strength until what he thought he wanted from the quiet raven haired boy was not brotherly love like a family he had missed out on growing up alone with a fox-demon in his stomach, but something more, beyond that.

Ignoring Kakashi-sensei's request, Naruto began peeling the hospital sheet from around his sensei's trembling torso and lurched forward, ready to vomit, when he saw what was in place of what the stained sheet was cleverly concealing.

Did I do this or was this the work of Sasuke, when he had left them alone together while he had excused himself to get fresh air. He forced himself to continue as each new scar flashed into his vision reminding him of his foolish behavior towards this man.

All he could go was congradulate himself for not getting down on his knees and begging the older man for forgiveness at what he had become over the years.

In public, over the years, he had been careful to be respectful towards his master in front of the adults, creating a veil of untruthfulness that no one suspected. Not even lady Tsunade. But privately, while alone with his sensei, his silver-haired instructor had the opportunity to see first-hand how much he converted and all because of his feelings for Uchiha Sasuke.

His master hung his head in shame and turned his face away.
So not to be in his range of vision.

Why acknowledge what you can't change?

His semen stuck to his master's porcelain skin.

Training his eyes to not meet with the grief-stricken face of his sensei, Naruto placed the basin on his knee and dipped the washcloth in the hot medicated water. Wringing the cloth out with his hands so not to get excessive water all over.

From there, he began wiping his master's body kindly. Rinsing away the remains of dried semen and blood that cracked with sweat and time that had gone by when he left his master to perform his outside duties.

Lying on his side on the bed, Kakashi shook silently as each press of the terry cloth took a toll on his chafed and overly-bruised skin. When a sensitive spot was brushed over even with extreme care, his body leapt, betraying his earlier wish.

He scolded his heart for allowing such a defenseless reaction on his part but what was there for him to do. Drained and weakened from his previous night ordeal he was in the mercy of his former student.

(Kakashi)

His body was cleaned of all the fluid that was on him and he wondered why he was being flipped onto his back. He looked up at the blond-haired teen, displaying his puzzlement to Naruto when he felt the same cloth that wiped his body kindly, press up against the opening of his entrance.

Understanding what was to occur next, he firmed his lip line and placed his face in a neutral expression. There wasn't much more he could do. When Naruto wanted his way. He got his way, regardless how he felt.

There was a nudge to his thigh and he opened his legs up reluctantly to allow his student passage. His pulse quickened as the expectant hand was placed on his knee and he jerked them open wider, face changing to a beet red. Naruto just looked at him with disapproval and he broke out in a sweat under the pressure. What was it that he did wrong, Kakashi wondered silently, stricken in uncertainty.

Letting out a long sigh, Naruto placed the basin on the bed beside them.

Circling the wet cloth around his sensei's anus ring, Naruto gently pushed the damp cloth inside. Scooping out the left-overs of his koibito's fluids and secretions. When he removed the white cloth, it was dirty with streaks and deep crimson lumps of trapped blood that had caked inside the narrow passageway.

Satisified with the results he pulled slowly out and wiped the anus ring off once more. Opening up a pouch on his front vest pocket, a small tube slid out into his hand. It was disinfecting medicine. Opening the container, he poured the white gel onto his fingers and coated two.



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