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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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[ 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...

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[ 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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