The Pain [Warning Rated NC-17: For sexual content]

[Aminako]

Oi. This story is quite a few chapters long, so, as I finish them. I will post them. Does that make sense?

Title: The Pain
Rating: NC-17
Anime: Naruto
Pairing: Kakashi/Arashi & Kakashi/Iruka

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters as such. They belong to the creator of the anime show Naruto which as far as I am concerned is owned by the great Masashi Kishimoto-sama.

Please enjoy.

Chapter One (Updated)

Chapter One
Act One, Scene One

Kakashi opened his eye as he leaned back against the tree, in which he was sitting within. The air was wet and cold as the young thirteen year old boy inhaled through his masked mouth, and frowned. He sighed deeply and closed his visible eye once more. An irritating burn over came his head as he noticed that his hiai-ite was rubbing his freshly cut wound raw. Kakashi untied the cloth from around his forehead, and loosely gripped it within his right hand, while lightly running the tips of his free hand, down the dark red scar. He winced slightly as a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to clench his head-band tighter. A drop of red blood tickled down his cheek, and soaked into the edge of his dark black mask.

"Kakashi, I told you not to mess with it." called a voice, as a blurry figure appeared in front of him. The first thing the young Jounin noticed was the blonde hair. Yondaime came into view, and he smiled down at his pupil.

"Yeah, I know Arashi-sensei, but it hurts." Kakashi complained as he squinted open his right eye to stare at his teacher. The blonde merely smiled back, and sighed happily. He grabbed the hitai-ite from the boy, and cuffed his Hokage robe at the sleeve, to gently wipe the excess blood from Kakashi's wound. The Jounin exhaled a sigh, as his sensei to the liberty to wipe the sleep from his eyes, as well as the blood from his re-opened scar. A hitai-ite was then placed within Kakashi's gloved hand, and his fingers curled around the metal.

"You couldn't get to sleep, could you?" Arashi asked softly as he lowered his gaze to the silver haired ninja's feel. Kakashi didn't answer, which was a definite 'yes' to the question.

"I just... had a lot on my mind." Kakashi muttered as he looked away and down at the landscape. He blinked a couple of times, before he pulled his head-band up against his forehead. He tied it loosely around his head, and pulled it to slant over his left eye. His visible eye, then drifted to gaze at his sensei.

"Obito, and Rin?" Yondaime asked boldly, as he sat down upon the tree branch with his legs dangling over one side. His bright blue eyes slightly dimmed, and he sighed. He knew that Kakashi hadn't gotten over their deaths. It was horrifying enough for little Kakashi to sit and watch his own father kill himself, then his best friend/rival, Obito, sacrifice his life to save Rin's and Kakashi's; and recently Rin died. It was all too much for the small boy. Yes, on the outside, he let on that nothing bothered him. That he was as cold hearted as a murder, but on the inside, he was hurting, and there wasn't much left that he could take.

"Yeah, I miss them. I miss them alot." Kakashi's voice began to break as he spoke. He coughed back a couple tears as his eyes stung. His chest began to ache, and his body felt cold and lifeless. He wanted to die. He wanted to just fall out of the tree and land to what fate awaited below. God, all he wanted was for the pain to stop. Every time he closed his eyes, and darkness takes over, memories flood his frail mind. Memories of terrible things. Things that a boy his age should not even be able to imagine, let alone experience. So much red, so much pain. So much hate, and anger; that when Kakashi opens his eyes again, the fear is still hovering over him, like a blanket of death. But there is one person, still with him, that can save him from those terrible memories. One person, whom he trusts, and cares for. One person, whom he could not live without. His sensei.

"I know Kakashi. We all miss them." Arashi pulled the small form, to be sitting next to him. He then lifted the boy up into his lap. "But, it'll be ok Kakashi." Yondaime wrapped both of his arms around the small ninja. "It'll be alright." His soft, and warm voice spoke into the boy's ear; trying to bring life back into him. As he held onto the boy, he took notice to the fact that the Jounin was shaking uncontrollably. The small boy hic-cupped, and bit his lower lip. He clenched his eyes shut, and trembled beneath the rush of emotions. Small tears began to form within his eyes, and he fought them back. He shook his head side to side, as he further fought the tears. A cough was emitted from his throat, as he tried to clear the lump that had grown within. Yondaime tightened his grip on the fragile boy, pulling him closer to his chest. He rested his chin upon Kakashi's shoulder, and leaned his head against the silver haired ninja's. "Kakashi, sometimes it's alright to cry. Sometimes it's alright to break the rules. To release your stress, and pain. It's alright, Kakashi." The Fourth's voice was still just as soft, and just as comforting as ever to the boy's ears. Kakashi eventually relaxed against him. His shoulders slumped; his head leaned back to rest against Arashi's shoulder. He hic-cupped, and bit his lower lip to continue to fight back the tears. He had to be strong. He had to hold back his emotions. He could not let his enemy see his weakness. These words, he was taught to live by. To never let your emotions get in the way of a battle. To never let your emotions distract you from a mission. To never let you emotions be used against you. To never let your enemy see you cry.

Opponent......opponent.... what opponent was there?
There was no enemy, no one to use his emotions as a weakness.
No one there to hurt him.

These words echoed through Kakashi's mind, until an image of Arashi came into his head, and the realization, that his sensei was not his enemy cleared his thoughts. The Jounin opened his eyes, and the tears streamed. They rolled down his cheeks, and were soaked by the black mask that clinged to his face. He could relax around his sensei. He could tell his sensei anything. His sensei was the last person, whom would hurt Kakashi. This, the boy knew, and believed in greatly. He soon felt a small tug at his face, as Yondaime pulled gently at his black mask. The cloth was soon pulled from his face, to hand loosely around his neck. Tears streamed freely down his pale cheeks now, and Kakashi closed his eyes. He brought his hand up to push his hitai-ite up onto his forehead, and he inhaled slowly. He coughed again, as he felt another lump in his throat, yet held back his whimpering cries. He remained silent, except for the occasional cough and sniff.

Tears continued to roll along his cheeks, and drip down his chin. His body trembled, his chest jerked. His shoulders went numb, his throat ached, his stomach tightened, and his heart hurt. All of these emotions, pouring down upon him all at once, was horrifying to imagine, and so, at an attempt to comfort the boy further, Yondaime began to slowly rock them back and forth, in a calming, soothing motion. The Hokage felt Kakashi's breathing begin to even out, and slow down to a semi-normal pace. He felt the boy's body begin to relax further, and he could tell, that Kakashi was falling asleep.

The Jounin coughed once more, as he leaned further into his sensei's embrace. His body trembling only slightly, and his mind began to go fuzzy. Before he knew it, he suddenly felt tired all over. His breathing deepened, and his thoughts began to slow down. His eyes slowly closed, and he soon fell asleep. The blonde continued to rock them back and forth, at least until he could feel the sun's warmth rising. He smiled down at the boy, before wiping Kakashi's tear streaked face with the cuff of his sleeve. The blonde's eyes brightened at the peaceful gaze upon the boy's features, and he shifted Kakashi's legs to be dangling over the crook of his left arm. While Kakashi's soft, spiky hair was maneuvered, to rest within the crook of Yondaime's right arm. Another smile broke onto Arashi's face, as he felt the boy shift within his arms.

((More to Chapter One))

Arashi looked down at the boy, and smiled softly. He held tightly onto him, as he slid off the branch and landed gracefully upon the one beneath them. The body within his arms shifted slightly, before leaning into the warm embrace of its holder. Kakashi seemed so light, so fragile, so vulnerable. Yondaime knew that the boy trusted him with his life. That the boy could put himself in harms way, and know that in the end, his sensei would be there for him.

When they first met; Kakashi was still up tight about his father’s death. He wouldn’t open up to any of them. He would keep to himself, except when he was specifically asked a question, and even then, he sometimes didn’t talk. It wasn’t until Yondaime had found the young ninja crying by himself in the woods. He had comforted the boy, and they talked. Over time, Kakashi began to open up to his sensei more, and more, before either of them knew it, a bond had been made. They would spend hours at a time together, and Kakashi looked up to Yondaime as a second father.

The blonde leapt from one tree branch to a lower one, while moving at a downward slope; towards the ground. He shifted the sleeping form within his arms, as he found the need to make sure that any off branched, or vines didn’t hit the younger ninja. A smile crept onto Arashi’s face, as the village came into view on the horizon. He jumped from the last tree branch to land gracefully upon the ground. He paused for a moment, to let Kakashi’s weight settle within his grasp, before he took off again, heading closer and closer to Konoha.

He had been placed as Hokage, about a year ago, and the amount of time he got to spend with his pupils greatly decreased. He was just too busy. So many people needing his help. So much paper work to do. So many problems that needed his expertise to solve. It was stressful to a man, but no matter what. He always seemed to find time for Kakashi.

The sun was beginning to rise about the trees now, and the morning warmth was creeping in. Arashi came to an opening in the forest, and a dirt path appeared. As he darted along the dusty road, bits and pieces of rock, and dirt were kicked up from his hasty movements. He smiled inwardly, as he inhaled the soft October air. The weather was still warm, even though autumn was stretching around. The leaves were finally changing beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow. The farmers were getting ready for the big Harvest later on in the months, and Kakashi’s fourteenth birthday, was but a couple weeks ago. Yondaime knew what to get the boy. He knew exactly what to get the young Jounin for his fourteenth birthday. It wasn’t most people would have expected either, at least not from the ‘proper’, ‘well mannered’ Hatake. Kakashi was so eager to get the newest volume of his most favorite book. Icha Icha Paradise. The silver haired ninja, had first been exposed to this type of novels, when he met Jiraiya. Arashi had stopped to visit his former sensei on a friendly greeting, to talk of old times, and to catch up on things. In the end, he wound up buying two volumes for his curious student. It never dawned on Yondaime that his student would be so interested in something like that, at such a young age. Now, the Hokage would deny it if you asked, but in truth; Arashi loved reading the books, just as much as Kakashi. Though, not many people pressed the matter, as to find out the truth. Think about it, if your life, and entire village, rested within the hands of a pervert. What would you do? Well, he’d be the last person that you’d go to with your problems, and as nice as that thought was to Arashi, it was his job to take care of people’s problems. If nothing else, he knew that he should set a better example for his student, but as long as Kakashi did nothing bad or inappropriate, then there was honestly nothing wrong with the boy reading as he pleased. It actually didn’t even interfere with Kakashi’s training. Kakashi would set his body to auto-pilot and spar against Obito, while reading the book at the same time. God, did it piss the Uchiha off. To be beaten by an opponent, who isn’t even half way devoting their attention to you. Not paying attention to your attacks, your movements, nothing. Just reading a god forsaken porn book. Now, wouldn’t that piss you off, just a little? Well, it d**n right irritated Obito, and soon enough, he got his revenge. There was this one time, where Obito had grabbed the silver haired ninja’s free hand, and took full advantage of the fact that Kakashi’s other hand was occupied with the book. The Uchiha then lunged a powerful kick to Kakashi’s stomach, thus knocking the wind out of him, and almost making him cough up his lunch. Ever since then, Kakashi has been paying semi-attention to any sudden movements, or grabs towards his available hand.

Yondaime paused at the village gates, and smiled up at the ninja sitting within the high up guard tower. The ninja waved down at him, and opened the gates. Kakashi shifted in his arms, and nuzzled his face into the crook of his sensei’s arm. The Fourth Hokage smiled down at the sleeping ninja, and entered the village. The gates closed behind the two, and the Yellow Flash took to his name, and disappeared within a blur. He swiftly leapt onto a roof-top, and skillfully dashed across it, before jumping off and landing upon one further along. The scenery around him seemed to go out of focus, and blur. He took notice to the fact that he was traveling slower than usual, due to the extra weight. It wasn’t much, but just enough for him to notice. His eyes quickly glanced down at the boy, before he chuckled softly under his breath, as he remembered the first time a complaint was made of a member in his squad. It was Rin. She was a Genin at the time, and while the team was heading towards one of their first real missions, she tripped on a roof shale, and crashed into the house below. Luckily, no one was currently occupying that area, and that there was nothing that could have caused serious damage to Rin. Arashi chuckled again, he remembered how Rin would not stop apologizing. Every time someone looked at her, she thought that they were upset with what she had done, and so she apologized to them. For heaven’s sake, she was apologizing to random people. Some, of which had no idea why she was apologizing in the first place, and others, where so far out of the loop, they didn’t even belong to the Hidden Leaf Village, and still she apologized. It took her, a whole three months to finally get over that ONE incident.

Yondaime sighed happily. His students were….unique to say the least. Yet Obito was worse that Kakashi, and Rin put together. He was a…. nightmare all his own. The Fourth Hokage came to land upon a small building, and he shifted Kakashi within his arms.

“We’re almost there.” he said softly, as he jumped off the side of the building and leapt into an open window of a large nearby house. Yondaime inhaled the warm and comforting essence of his house, as he made his way to Kakashi’s bed.

There had been several times a week, that Kakashi would sleep over at his sensei’s house, so Yondaime went ahead and made the boy a room all his own. It made things a lot easier on Yondaime. This way, he wouldn’t have to worry about him as much. He could keep an eye on the boy, making sure that he ate full meals, and got enough sleep. Making sure the boy didn’t do things that would get him into trouble.

Yondaime shifted Kakashi, into one arm, so that he could pull back the covers and place the sleeping boy onto the bed. He smiled when Kakashi immediately relaxed into the feather soft pillows, and sighed softly in his sleep. He watched his pupil for a moment, before pulling off the boy’s sandals, and covering him up with a blanket. The then untied the Jounin’s forehead protector, and set it on the bedside table, as he realized that he needed to clean and bandage the now visible scar on Kakashi’s face. Yondaime’s hands gently ran through the silver strands of hair, before he sighed and left the room; in search of antiseptics, and gauze.

[Aminako]

Act One, Scene Two

Sunlight rained down into the large room, as the young ninja slowly awoke. His head ached, and his felt like nuts; literally. It felt as though someone was taking a sludge hammer, and beating it against his temples, the stem of his neck, and the corner of his eyes. He shifted beneath the covers, and winced at the sudden bolt of pain that shot through him as he moved. Kakashi sighed deeply and relaxed back into the pillows, as he opened his eyes. Another wave of pain sparked through him, mainly focusing on his left eye. The silver haired ninja’s hands seized his aching eye, and cupped their palms around it.

“GOD!” he gasped and clenched his eyes shut. Kakashi squirmed beneath the covers, kicking and jerking his feet around; in hopes of an attempt to dull that aching pain. The door to his room, quickly opened and footsteps hastily made their way to the side of his bed. Another wave of pain coursed through the Jounin, followed by another, and another. Kakashi screamed in agony, his mind throbbing, his scar blazing as though it were on fire. The transplanted eye, still settling the nerves in place, and with Kakashi’s lack of following rules, the nerves were constantly shifting, and breaking. He wasn’t supposed to use the eye at all. It was to remain covered at ALL times, but Kakashi found that to be a great disadvantage in his reading, so he ignored the rules all together, resulting, in this. Another shrilling scream escaped his throat, and found air, as he kicked his feet harder, holding tighter onto his blazing wound. A set of warm hands grabbed a hold of Kakashi’s wrists, forcing the boy to let go of his head. The arms were pulled down to Kakashi’s waist, and firmly pinned there, so as to not return to the area of pain. A dark frown formed upon Yondaime’s lips as he looked down at the bandaged eye. Blood had begun to seep through the gauze, and drenched the cloth in a dark red.

“Kakashi, calm down. It’s ok, It’s only me.” Yondaime whispered into his student’s ear. The blonde heard Kakashi shift, and he looked down, to watch the boy fidget beneath the covers; constantly kicking his feet outward. Arashi squeezed the boy’s left wrist, signifying that he was letting go, and in warning, that if Kakashi made an attempt to grab at his wound with the free hand, it wouldn’t end well. With Yondaime’s free hand, he was able to bring it up to the boy’s face, and gently cup his hand around the wound. He closed his brilliant blue eyes, and began to emit a small amount of chakra from the palm of his hand.

A cold sensation over came Kakashi, and he calmed down considerably. The coldness that engulfed his body, almost forced him to calm down; to relax. The cool feelings spread through each of his limbs, each fiber of his body, each molecule of his make up. The pain eventually numbed, and Kakashi once again relaxed into the pillows. He inhaled slowly, and swallowed, before opening his mouth to speak.

“Sensei?” Kakashi asked softly. Yondaime kept his hand cupped over the younger ninja’s eye, as he took a seat upon the edge of the bed, and studied his student.

“Yes?” Yondaime replied in the same soft tone of voice, that Kakashi did. There was a pause from the boy, and Yondaime knew that he was in pain. He knew that it wasn’t just because of his eye. That it had to do with much more than that. The boy was hurting, Emotionally, Mentally, and Internally. It wasn’t an injury that you could slap a band-aid on and it would be ok. This wasn’t a wound that you could fix with a simple smile and a pat on the back. This was a pain far deeper. Far more intense, that it would scar the boy for the rest of his life. A pain that only those who had lost someone, or something so important to them, it’s like taking away any and all hope. A pain that will leave a sinking feeling in your stomach, and a cold chill in your heart. A pain that no living soul should have to bare. Arashi forced another small amount of chakra into the boy’s eye, before he cupped his face, and stroked his cheek.

Kakashi inhaled slowly and he leaned into the comforting touch of his sensei. His eye wasn’t hurting anymore, and his mind was slightly foggy from the haziness of sleep, and the after effect from the cold sensation. He tried to open his right eye, to see his sensei’s face. He wanted to see his sensei’s face. He had to see his sensei’s face. Kakashi’s right eye strained to open, and his bit his lower lip, to try and dull the ach, as another spark of pain shot through him.

“Hnnnn!” Kakashi grunted, as he brought his left leg to an arch, and he kicked outward. Yondaime inhaled sharply and leaned closer to the boy.

“Don’t!” he commanded as he let go of Kakashi’s other wrist, and placed it firmly on his arm. “Just relax Kakashi.” The boy did as he was told, and with a sigh he tried to relax again. His mind slowed down, and his legs shifted beneath the covers slightly. Eventually, Yondaime relaxed his grip upon the boy’s arm, and he smiled as the boy leaned further into the hand that still cupped his face. His thumb gently stroked the young ninja’s masked face, while keeping his palm against his cheek. Arashi hooked his thumb upon the edge of the cloth, and slowly pulled it down to be resting at his neck. Pale lips were exposed, and out of bad habit, Kakashi licked them. A small smile crept onto his face as the warm and comforting hand flexed against his left cheek.

Yondaime stared down at his student, and his heart pounded. Those lips, those full lush lips. His fingers mindlessly tangled themselves around silver strands of hair, that were in reach, as he continued to study his student’s face. Such pale and fragile skin. So soft, and tender. His hand trailed down the Jounin’s cheek, as his thumb gently ran across those pale lips. He noticed that the younger ninja remained perfectly still to these actions, which only encouraged him further.

Kakashi’s heart was beating so loudly, and so fast, he was sure that it would rip through his chest. He swallowed, and exhaled slowly as the warm finger slide back across his bottom lip. He felt his sensei shift again, and he could only come to the conclusion, that Arashi had leaned closer to him. When he felt the warm breath of another, and the sudden smell of spice, he knew that he was right in assuming that. He felt the thumb run gently across his bottom lip, this time it actually pulled down on the flesh as it went across; giving a glimpse of Kakashi’s teeth.

Arashi slid his thumb one last time across those pale lips, before he trailed his hand down the side of Kakashi’s cheek, drawing closer and closer to the back of the boy’s neck. He leaned even closer to the boy, to where he could feel his own breath reflecting back off of Kakashi’s face. He gently knotted the fingers of his right hand within the strands of hair at the base of the Jounin’s neck, before he brought their lips together softly. Time seemed to stop, and hang loosely in the air. It seemed that nothing else matter, except what was going on between the two.

Kakashi inhaled slowly through his nose, as his hands trailed up his sensei’s arms, and along his shoulders. He gently knotted his fingers within the elder ninja’s shirt, as he slightly tilted his head, for a better angle of the kiss. Warmth, emotion, and love coursed through the small boy’s body at the first touch of lips. His mind became a foggy maze, that had no end, nor a beginning. His heart pounded so quickly that it actually hurt. He slowly moved his lips against his sensei’s, as he felt a warm hand slide back up his neck. He had never done anything like this before, so he was a little sloppy, but what Kakashi’s lacked in experience, he made up in creativity. The boy had read enough research books (aka: Porn/Icha Icha Paradise) to get the general idea of how things were done.

The boy’s lips were soft and supple, and tasted purely of Kakashi. Yondaime’s left hand shifted upwards, to the boy’s neck while his right hand trailed down across the boy’s bare chest. The sudden touch of skin on skin seem to surprise Kakashi, as he jumped slightly, but eventually it came obviously clear to the boy, that Arashi had come in at an earlier time to help make the boy more relaxed, by removing unneeded articles of clothing; which in turn, helped Kakashi figure out where his head band, sandals, and pants had disappeared to. Yondaime smiled into the kiss, as a soft sigh was emitted from his student, and he slid his tongue across the younger ninja’s glossy lips.

Kakashi jumped again, only this time, it was for a different reason. Not only did the unexpected feeling of another tongue brush up against his lips, but something stirred within Kakashi’s stomach. Something tightened, that Kakashi could only define as a ball of pleasureful nerves. As soon as Kakashi had relaxed to the feeling of his sensei’s tongue sliding over, and across his lips, the Jounin slightly parted his lips, and almost shyly met his sensei’s tongue with his own. Again, Kakashi couldn’t help but notice, this was a new experience for him. Then again, he had kissed Rin on the cheek once, but this was completely different. Thoughts of failure in this area clouded Kakashi’s already clouded mind, causing much confusion. He hoped that he wasn’t a bad kisser, or that he had done something wrong. Out of fear, Kakashi slid his tongue back into his own mouth, and he inhaled slowly through his nose.

Arashi chuckled softly, or as best as he could, considering the certain circumstances. This chuckle, only made Kakashi more afraid that he had done something wrong. Yet when Arashi mouth broke of from Kakashi’s, and quickly bite down upon the boy’s neck, all thoughts disappeared once again. Yondaime heard a moan from the boy, and he felt his hands tighten around his shirt. He smiled at the boy’s actions, and began to hotly suck upon the warm flesh, causing another moan from the boy. His right hand ran up the left side of Kakashi’s neck, while he kept his mouth to the boy’s right side. His devious tongue flicked out, to lap up small beads of sweat that had formed upon the boy’s skin, as his teeth gently raked the junction of the neck. Arashi became irritated with his current position upon the bed, so he climbed up, to be fully on the mattress, and shifted over the boy, to where his legs where on either side of the Jounin’s hips.

Kakashi threaded his fingers through the Hokage’s spiky blonde hair, and suddenly gasped, as his sensei’s attention’s lowered to his pale chest. He felt Arashi’s lips wrap around one of his nipples, causing a hungry moan to break through Kakashi’s clenched teeth. He didn’t want to make all of these, strange noises in front of his sensei. It would seem so… immature to be doing something like that, but none the less, it felt extremely good. Kakashi’s breath quickened and his body trembled. A tongue tan across his left nipple as the elder ninja’s right hand trailed down across Kakashi’s shoulder, and down his chest. Yondaime softly sucked upon the silver haired ninja’s nipple, before his teeth grazed the hardening flesh. Kakashi groaned deeply as he pulled gently at the Hokage’s hair.

“God! Sensei.” he moaned lustfully as his feet squirmed beneath the covers. Any and all pain that the boy held, was slowly being erased for the moment. The only thing that mattered, was that he was with his sensei, and his sensei loved him. Kakashi’s erection was growing rather large within his boxers, he noticed this right off, and it didn’t take long for his sensei to notice as well. Yondaime’s hands descended to the rim of the boy’s boxers, and he cupped the hardened crotch. He smiled as he noticed that his student was hard, and so he began to slowly rub. His eyes shifted to look at his student with a smile, as Kakashi moaned deeply and bucked his hips up into his sensei’s hand.
((Sorry, I'm typing little by little. But I'd hate for you all to wait too long))

[Aminako]

(This is alittle bit more on the 2nd Scene)

Arashi then kissed the boy’s chest, trailing light touches up the boy’s neck, before he reconnected their lips. He slipped his hand beneath the waist band of his boxers, and firmly grasped the boy’s erection. Kakashi moaned into the kiss, and thrusted his hips upward again. His eyes shot open, and they began to sting, but the pain was non-exsistant. His entire body tingled, and his mind once again fogged up. All worried and fears disappeared as his eyes stared lovingly at his sensei. His fingers released their grip upon the elder ninja’s shirt, and threaded themselves within soft blonde strands of hair. He pressed his sensei further into the kiss, as he tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

Yondaime smiled as he slid his tongue into his student’s mouth and moaned softly. His right hand firmly stroked Kakashi’s arousal as his other hand ran up and down across the back of his neck. He could feel the boy beneath him, shudder and tremble. At first, he thought that he was crushing him under his weight, yet when he opened his eyes to look down at Kakashi; the boy was once again staring lustfully into his, with his right eye. With pleasure, excitement, and joy. Kakashi smiled and closed his eye for a brief second, as he rolled his tongue across Arashi’s. He continued his exploration of his sensei’s mouth; as if it was his own property. The taste was sweet, and it felt wonderful. His hips began to slowly move with elder ninja’s hand as it’s firm stroke quickened. He pulled gently at the blonde hair, while occasionally pressing upon erotic pressure points, making his sensei’s body shiver in pleasure, and his erection harden. The silver haired shinobi moaned into the on sloant of lips, as his eyes rolled closed and his body trembled. Yondaime smirked into the kiss, as his hands gently pulled at the boy’s boxers, and he soon disposed of them. His michevious hands wandered up Kakashi’s thighs, and firmly massaged the taut leg muscles, before he kissed the boy once more. Arashi began moving downward with his lips, tasting the warm skin below him. He planted kisses, licks, and nips along the pale flesh of his student’s chest, while he continued his path downward. His hands trailed to the back of his student’s thighs as his lips reached the boy’s shaft, and closed loosely around the leaking head.

Kakashi screamed in pleasure, and gasped deeply for breath. His fingers remained buried, and knotted within golden locks of hair, and they tightened their grip; slightly pulling. He sought to find the ability to speak, let alone breathe.

“God…” Kakashi panted breathlessly. “Arashi…” his voice sounded hungry, and wonton as his entire body trembled with pleasure. He felt the blonde continue his menstrations, and he Kakashi thrashed his head back as a warm tongue, belonging to his sensei, rolled slowly over the weeping head.

Arashi smirked inwardly as his student coughed back another moan, and almost begged him to stop teasing. The blonde, being a good Hokage and doing as his citizens wished, did as the boy wordlessly requested, and engulfed him entirely. Arashi smirked, as he suddenly sucked the head of Kakashi’s erection into his mouth. He felt the boy arch up, and further into the warmth.

All of Kakashi screamed for more, all of him begged for it, all of him hurt with the need for it. Kakashi was beyond reason, beyond caring. The only thing that could possibly matter, was getting more. He wanted this searing heat, to rush through-out his entire body.

Yondaime’s lips suckled gently across the tender skin, as the rough and demanding tongue slid its way down the hardened flesh. He closed his eyes as he inhaled through his nose, and trailed his hands up the boy’s hips. His teeth slowly, and gently raked over the tender flesh, before his tongue lovingly swiped over the area.

Kakashi’s emitted a low, and hungry growl, from deep inside his throat as his grip tightened upon the blonde strands of hair. Sweat trickled, and trailed down his pale skin. Heat coursed throughout his veins, as he leaned his head back into the pillow, while gasping for air. The backs of his thighs were melting into a gel, and felt slightly numb. His head swam, and his heart pounded. He choked back another lusty moan as his sensei began a firm sucking upon his arousal.

Arashi opened his eyes for a brief second to stare up at his student, before once again sliding shut. His tongue swirled around one of the Jounin’s testicles, as his sucking continued. At this, Arashi felt the boy buck forward, driving the erection deeper into his mouth. A smirk played out upon his lips, as he moaned softly. The vibrations eagerly trailing from his throat, in his mouth, and along the hardened thingy.

Kakashi screamed, turning his flushed and sweat drenched face towards the ceiling as he thrust forward helplessly. The moaning from Arashi only continued after that last reaction, forcing more screams and wild thrusts from the boy. The deep moans from the Hokage sent shivers up his spine, and made his entire body, tremble in pleasure.

The blonde trailed feather light touches along Kakashi’s knee cap, forcing him to kick outward as a reflex. He smirked as he noticed the boy’s legs suddenly tensing. Implying the fact that he was close to his climax. Arashi merely sucked harder, and more firmly pressed his lips around the flesh.

Kakashi’s toes curled, and the grip upon his sensei’s hair tightened. A sudden tension began to grow within the base of his stomach, which forced a reddened blush upon the boy’s face. He knew what was going to happen, due to past experiences with relieving himself.

“Sensei….” Kakashi muttered, as he pulled at the hair; trying to get his sensei to stop. “Sensei.” his eye opened slightly, and he briefly peered down at the man, yet clenched his eye shut as the Hokage forced the erection deep into his throat. Kakashi groaned hungrily, and unintentionally bucked his hips up further.
Yondaime smirked inwardly, and shifted his tongue to roll across the opposite testicle. His throat convulged around the boy, as the roof of his mouth exteneded the wonderful pressure. He could tell that his student wasn’t going to last much longer, so he figured that he would make the best of it. He opened his eyes and once again glanced up at the boy.

The silver haired ninja screamed out in pleasure as the pressure in his stomach tightened. He shudders slightly and his toes curl again.

[Aminako]

((Please hold for later Chapters, and I think that should do it))

[athingylol]

gahhh, i cant wait for the next chapter to come out!!! come on sara,u gotta bring it on sooner or later!

[shinobij]

I thimk it is alsome for naruto story!!!

[Aminako]

Thanks. I have the other chapters, It just... I'm too lazy to type them. Heh. I'll get around to it... sooner or later. You know what. With the two of you's reply. I WILL type the rest. Thank you for the motivation. There. Now I have the rest of the first scene of the First Chapter... so it's like... Act One, Scene One is now done. I will finish typing Act One, Scene Two later on tonight

[athingylol]

zomg u didnt do it, now im dying to read the rest!

[Aminako]

Oi, Act One, Scene Two is almost finished.

[Aminako]

Updated!

[athingylol]

i love fan fiction so mucho!