Disclaimer: Characters of Naruto belong (C) to Masashi Kishimoto.
Notes: Draft of a draft of a draft (If that even makes sense)

Title: Cases Where Even Love Must
Suffer to Work Happily Ever After Endings
Chapter 01

"What are you doing?"

Upon hearing his sensei's voice, which announced his earlier than early arrival, Kakashi glanced up curiously and stared nailing at his sensei's stiff form as he deliberately continued to ride the now terrified man's length buried deep within the confines of his body without giving any pause or remorse for his actions.

He couldn't help but watch amused as the villages pronounced young leader and his lover, stepped fully into their bedroom as his sensei silently puzzled over the sight that fell upon his haunted cobalt eyes.

Him, allowing himself to be screwed by a man other than himself.
A sure blow to his sensei's monogamous nature.

A sheer look of pure disbelief and hurt marred his sensei's golden-bronze face as his sensei's voice commanded the room again, "Kakashi?" The pitch in his sensei' voice deepened in evident anger by his blatant act of disregard towards his sensei's trust and love, which his sensei had offered to him unprofusely as both went up in a puff of smoke and shattered the dreams they commuted while spending days and month united as one.

"Fucking," he replied off-handily in a bored yet put-off tone, "Isn't that what you want me to do?" Kakashi retorted bitterly until the last of his statement came out in a smooth and unperturbed question like he was asking which newspaper article should be read first.

The Fourth stood there, mouth slightly agape and shook uncontrollably as his fury finally reached its highest point, "Fucking, you say?" his mouth twisted in an ill-humor smile but he allowed the comment to pass.

One of them had to be an adult here.

"Is that a fact. Well, I've heard enough from you. Put your clothes back on, you're coming with me." he ordered as his azure eyes blazed into fathomless pits that sent the middle aged man prone on the bed into fits of dread and an early grave done in by fear alone by the interruption.

"But," Kakashi's eyes sparkled in luxurious glory at the actual displeased reaction he received from his sensei, "I haven't finished pleasing my client yet." he protested in a mock-outrage as he shooed his sensei away with the motion of his gloved hands.

A gleam of sweat trickled down his students glistened thighs and Arashi's eyes followed instinctively. His mouth thinned in a grime line and he eyed the pulsing length with disgust.

"See anything you'd like done, sensei?" taunted Kakashi, gripping the knob of thickened flesh between his legs with the curve of his fingers and squeezing it in length with the intake and outake of his sensei's shallow breathing. Arching just right a top the frightened man and applying enough pressure to bait his said lover into recoil or outrage.

He paused though in his performance, when a golden brow jerked by his irrationality and Kakashi was secretly satisfied as he now had his sensei's full attention.

By the outward display of displaced joy by his arrogant student, Arashi was crestfallen that Kakashi would do something like this to catch his attention and hid his disappointment behind a stern face, "Kakashi,..." he warned, a hint of anger still evident in his voice as he tried to calm himself from doing anything foolish in an already fragile atmosphere, "You are on dangerous grounds. I would watch your tongue if I were you." He ached to punch his student over the head but seeing that was what his student was hoping for, -for him to lose control, Arashi decided he was going to use every ounce of his eddying control and deny his students maddening wish.

But to his chagrin, Kakashi seemed almost even more pleased and that greatly disturbed him.

He wondered how Kakashi and him came to this,...

"Or what," purred Kakashi sardonically, "You'll punish me? Be my guest sensei, I've already gotten a taste of your sort of punishments,..." Kakashi pinched his nipples cruelly between his fingertips and faked an orgasm as an added measure of insult towards his sensei.

Seeing that his pawn had enough of his antics, he slid off the frighten body of the man and sauntered over to his sensei, knowing full well he was in imminent danger by his overzealous behavior and counted on what he seek.

Something his sensei denied him during his years growing up under the care and protection of his sensei's gentle hand.

Detest.

Detest of whom he was and what he has become.

A cold blooded murder and tool to the village called his home...as well as much as a prisoner as the man standing before him.

Where feelings and love were forbidden to a soldier in the line of work they were destined to serve in.

His sensei was speechless and he thrilled at the change as he molded his 26 year old body against his sensei's in mock-love.

Intent on driving his point home, that no matter what his sensei did to him, it would matter not to him.

To his expectations, his sensei grabbed him unrepentantly by his silver hair, and he laughed and dared his sensei to do his worse with the openness of his mismatched eyes as silently begged to be an outage for all the fury his sensei possessed but kept in strict control towards him.

He wasn't disappointed and Kakashi accepted the consequences of his selfishness.

* * *

When it was over, the client that he had been pleasing, scrambled out of their room by their violent display of lovemaking, and took his clothes with him. Not bothering to even dress as his bare ass showed.

Kakashi was at his sensei's feet now, after receiving a nasty blow to his mid-section and coughed up a mouth full of blood. Blood he spilled with his sensei as they made the world a better place without assassins and threats to make people fear.

His vision was hazy but Kakashi shook it away and got up onto his feet, shakily. Clinging to his sensei's flamed red robe and laughed in delight, "So predictable sensei... " he crooned. Pushing and pushing so his sensei would unravel for him.

"..."

"Does my pain please you sensei?" he whispered seductively, pulling his body up and taunt against his sensei's. Latching onto the golden earlobe with his teeth and licking it like a certain anatomy he would rather put his mouth around as Kakashi wound his arms around his sensei's tense waist. Holding him close like a comforting pillow.

"Enough! The gibberish that comes out of your mouth makes me suspect your insane."

"And if I was, would that bother you sensei?"

"I don't know why I bother to keep you around.." Arashi pushed his apprentice off of him and retreated to the other side of the room. Ripping open the dresser drawer and gathering his student's spare clothes under his arm.

Kakashi stood up on shaky legs and stopped his sensei from piling his clothing for him to leave. He took a moment to wipe at his lip to be more presentable to his sensei and refrained himself from laughing by the stricken look that crossed his sensei's face before firming up again.

His sensei frowned at him but made no move to detain him.

Kakashi licked the blood and cum that trailed down the length of his gloved hand left behind by the other man and spoke up, "Guilt..." he suggested "or is it lust for my young body. What are you ten, twelve years older than me? I could never tell..."

His sensei 's golden-bronze skin went a shade darker and he had him by his forearms in a punishing grip that would make any other man cry out in agony. But he was no other man and Kakashi secretly relaxed when his sensei curled back his lip and forgot about his clothing.

Maybe he could also make his sensei forget about kicking him out at last and instead concentrate on the finer things like cherishing this moment where his sensei really let go.

To Kakashi, this was the only time he and his sensei could truly bond and as opportunity present itself, Kakashi did just that.

Even as he destroyed his sensei in the process by his twisted games.

For love was funny in theses things.