A/N: My God 3 years and many, many life experiences later, I'm finally back with a new part! Although I haven't cared about Naruto in about two years and Darker than Black is the master of my soul, I thought I should at least finish this fic. I changed the summary because I thought the other one was SHIT, but every other part of the story is untouched. :) I would hope my writing ability has improved over the years, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Well, Enjoy!

We walked leisurely along the trail back to the village. An orphan and a bachelor, no one in need of us, no one to anticipate our return. I mentally lingered on that independence, and maybe even loneliness, that we shared and felt this ache in my chest. My longing for any sort of connection with that solemn, dark beauty striding before me physically manifested. Shoulders hunched, hands in pockets, eyes absently staring at the ground... He looked like he wanted to disappear.

Impossible...

I admired every inch of him, fantasizing about satisfying the curiosities only my touch could answer. In my mind, all petty worries and societal boundaries fell from us like shackles and it was simply he and I pleasuring and being pleasured...

"Kakashi?"

He spoke, awakening me from my devious daydreams. I cleared my throat.

"Yes"

"Um... well, uh... why exactly did you invite me to your home?"

He was anxious. I smiled, still keeping my distance behind him, while he talked facing forward.

"Well, I like you. Why not?" I said slyly, interested in judging his interpretation. He stiffened a bit.

"Ah. Of course." His voice was so smooth and the depth and warmth wrapped around me and all I could think was Ugh, If I could only hear him... Ah, I should probably leave this alone. Considering an illicit affair with him made me internally groan... it was much too appealing.

So, me being far from shy and at this point too horny not to do anything, I decided to play with him a bit, gauge his reactions. For God's sake, you're 10+ years older than him! My conscience was screaming at me, but I waved it off. It's not like I'm planning to rape the boy or anything sinister of that sort. There's nothing wrong with playing a game...

I walked up to him until I was directly behind him, firmly placed my hands on his shoulders, stopping him. I bent my head to the side, brushing my head gently against his, and with my lips almost touching the top of his ear I sultrily released the syllables...

"What would you like to eat, Sasuke?"

His eyes widened and he turned his head towards me, stuttering "Wh... What?"

I chuckled a bit in his ear as I loosened my grip on his shoulders and let my hands slowly begin stroking up and down his sides, caressing, strengthening and softening my grip at random intervals. I felt the smoothness of his skin in contrast to the tautness of his muscles through that teasingly thin shirt. I sighed, lovingly, finally able to release at least a small portion of that heavy sexual tension that had gripped me for much too long. I pressed against him, as I felt my arousal course through my entire body, kissing him twice on the neck and drawled, "It's getting late. I thought you might be hungry." I somehow managed to successfully fight the urge to grind my hips into his backside at the last word. But, I wasn't as successful in fighting the urge to lick his earlobe, wanting to know if his skin tasted as sweet and creamy as it looked.

While I teased, he took his right wrist into his hand and rubbed it nervously, mildly blushing, looking very unsure of how to handle the situation. I felt my self control weaken and recede with each kiss, each caress and decided to retreat for his safety.

I stepped back, lightly crossing my arms behind my back and stated nonchalantly, "So, where to?'

He was staring at his now frozen wrist in hand, or I suppose more appropriately intensely glaring, mouth frowning as if he was thinking over a difficult question. His eyes shot up, however at my words and still looking forward said with marked hesitation,

"How about eating at... your home?"

I smirked. "Why not?"

A/N: Well, even after the long hiatus, I still manage to be a sleazy tease! Comments and criticism are wholeheartedly welcome, since it's been so long since I've written and I've gotten out of practice. Thank you so much for reading!

Much Love,

Imaru~