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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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Byakuran.

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[ 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. ]

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Just. Wait.

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[ 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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