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[ All right, that didn't go well.

Kakashi can feel the heated stares of dozens of unhappy council members as he leads Byakuran out the door of the chambers, through the hallway, and out of building entirely. It's bright outside, with the sun shining in a cloudless blue sky high above their heads, and he has his hand pressed lightly against Byakuran's back, guiding him along as they move.

The council never seems to be very happy with him these days, and Kakashi really -- can't bring himself to care. In the end, it's his word over theirs, especially when it comes to this particular matter, and though they have a tremendous amount of authority over him, there's still . . . not a lot they can do to make him cooperate.

He plays by his own rules. They already know that.

He lifts his free hand to block the sun from his eyes, fingers curling in against a gloved palm as he glances down at Byakuran. ]

Are you all right?

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[ It's enough for him, because he gently presses his advantage, knows that he has the upper hand here. It's slow, not intended to scare him into anything else, and he tips his face, just a little to the side to kiss him again - pressing his lips over that soft mouth, taking in the face that everyone in Konoha would pay money just to see.

It's slow, inviting, but not enough to startle the older man, no matter how much Byakuran wants to feel him give into the sheer temptation of it. There, that's right.

See? If it's that bad, it shouldn't be feeling nearly this good. ]

[ Byakuran coughs, having not expected that as he blinks at the man who is his only family in the world. He can feel it, the way he gives in to him so deliciously, and he knows that if he pushes hard enough, he can do it again, and again.

With a small, small smile, Byakuran moves - quicker than he's ever done before, cornering the other man against the shelf, eyes darkened with an unmistakable want. He's not going to let him go, because he's tasted it, hasn't he?

And he smiles briefly, leaning up to kiss his cheek, a hand wrapping around Kakashi's. His words are a warm, delicate whisper. ] Please don't say no.

[ There.

There it is, the violence that's always simmered beneath Kakashi's skin, held in check by an indomitable willpower and strength that Byakuran could never have afforded to underestimate. It is here, now, that he realizes how dangerous the other man can be, and it thrills him. It's exciting, the display of it, and it takes his breath away.

Shoved up against the wall, exhaling in surprise, before he draws in a breath, eyes lidding - he barely has time to enjoy the way the other's solid form felt pressed up against him, the way his own reacts and wants more. He clings, draped against him, releasing a quiet whimper (more to bait, to encourage the other than anything). He feels so very good against his mouth, and he savors the pain desperately, seeking him out. The teen pushes recklessly, returns the kiss with a clumsy grace - ] Mmmph.

[ Byakuran wonders, for the briefest of moments, if he's bitten off more than he can chew, because he definitely loses to Kakashi when it comes to physical strength and abilities. It's why, he thinks, he needs him so firmly on his side, no matter what it takes to bind the other man to him so tightly that neither can breathe without the other around.

He offers token resistance, shuddering against him as he draws more pleasure from it than anything else, the pain mixed with such potent affection that it threatens to make his legs weak. Tilting his head back, baring his neck to the older man in complete submission, he sighs quietly - pleasure laced in that tone as he wraps an arm around the other man, fingers on his other hand tangled so helplessly in Kakashi's silver hair.

He needs this, wants it, and he makes sure that his uncle knows this, makes sure that the demand is branded into his skin. ] Please...

[ He likes this - and it's bad, really, to not be able to get enough of it. Kakashi's touch is rough, seasoned, and it's not difficult to imagine that he's doing this with someone else, in a different place, in a different time.

(Because it's too difficult, isn't it? Kakashi should have killed him the very moment he laid eyes on him, because now, now, it's far too late.)

Byakuran's breath catches, startled at how forceful and swift, almost efficiently brutal he can be. Then again, he should have expected this. Hatake Kakashi is one of the most admired, most capable ninjas on this side of the continent, and possibly even the entire wretched world, and why not this?

Cheek pressed against the wall, he moves his face just a little, just in time to capture Kakashi's lips with his in a hungry, fierce kiss, egging the desire on, pushing, pushing him further. He rocks against him, sensuous and wild and everything a teenager - a child - like him shouldn't be. ]

Mmmph...

Edited 2010-04-20 10:06 (UTC)

[ He allows him this, lets him do as he wishes, even as he reacts accordingly, urging him on further, relishing the danger and the hazard that he poses to them both. It's so easy for Kakashi to break him here like this, and he's more than aware of that reality. And yet, he's no more than a reckless boy, seasoned in knowing how to get exactly what he wants.

But sometimes what he wants is too intense still - Kakashi is too adept at what he's doing, skilled and efficient in more ways than one. Shuddering against him, pinned against the wall, he can do little more than react - his own kiss ravenous and wanting, eroding and breaking down every rule that Kakashi has drawn up around himself, eroding steadily at that self control, because here, without words - they are just two people.

He rocks hard into that hand, a soft whimper against Kakashi's lips as his hand moves over his uncle's hand, urging him for more, harder.

He's not the only sinner here. ]

[ Byakuran is crumbling, melting beneath that rough, skilled touch, because after everything is said and done, he is still barely more than a child. He doesn't have nearly enough experience in this, having only perfected his skill on touching and luring. The desire stirs, hot and intense, and he cannot help it when his pre-cum slicks his uncle's rough fingers, providing the precious bit of lubrication that he needs.

Even now, he cannot believe how much he's enjoying this, how he's still steadily tearing Kakaahi down, easing into his pysche and sweetly corrupting him, taking him deeper and deeper still. He know how tenuous his beloved uncle's hold on himself is by now, and he's merciless. With a soft cry, he comes helplessly in his arms, spurting on the older man's fingers with a raw cry he hadn't expected to release. It's messy, sticky and delightfully dirty, and the boy trembles against him, sealing both their fates. Pinned like a butterfly, clinging so tightly to him, he murmurs -] Kakashi...

Edited 2010-04-21 10:08 (UTC)

[ Byakuran doesn't stop - in fact, he turns around smoothly in the other's grip, slipping his wrist from Kakashi's and wrapping his arms around the other's neck properly. He steps out of his pants, kicking it aside as he captures Kakashi's mouth again, spreading the poison and making him remember just why he did it, digging deeper to stir up the embers of want, of physical desire.

He kisses him, once, again - stealing his breath away and reaching down himself, palm pressing up against his crotch and rubbing, stroking - and he whispers, against his mouth.

Byakuran nips softly, thumb stroking against his length through the fabric of those pants, his movements practiced and firm - shameless. ] Close your eyes.

Byakuran.

[ The boy masters a wince - any harder, and Kakashi would have broken bone. After all, Byakuran is not made of steel. He's pinned back against the wall by that warm, solid body, and he thinks that if not now, then it'll never be. His free hand moving to rest on his chest, his eyes lidding, he says quietly - ]

Don't think. Just kiss me.

[ He kisses him then, soft, soft kisses against his ear, his cheek, his jawline - anywhere he could reach as he squeezes Kakashi's arm lightly. Perhaps he should have gotten his uncle just that little bit more drunk. ]

Just. Wait.

[ He looks up at him then, lips reddish and swollen from the rough treatment much earlier. His eyes are lidded, glazed, and for a heartstopping moment, Byakuran wonders if he's going to reject him after all. Surely not, right? Not after all this. ]

...?

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