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“You were a fool for coming after me by yourself,” Sasuke berates him, and he’s right. He’d been as careful as he could be in his quest to bring Sasuke back to the village, fought him as diligently and cautiously as he could, but it hadn’t been enough.
The sound of a thousand birds fills the cave they’re in, sparks dancing their shadows along it’s walls, highlighting the resignation splayed on Kakashi’s face. “No matter what you do, how hard you train, how much notoriety you gain, you’ll always be an inferior user of these eyes,” Sasuke sneers.
It had all come down to chakra, of course. It always did. For all Sasuke’s wrong-doing, Kakashi couldn’t bring himself to do what needed to be done. So he’d been on the defense, slowly drained as Sasuke came at him with full force, unrelenting, seeking blood. But even with that fire burning in his eyes, that need for vengeance coursing through his veins, as Kakashi lay defeated on the ground, panting, awaiting death, he stops short. The chidori meant to pierce it’s creator’s heart dissipates in an instant as Sasuke kneels before him. Kakashi let’s go of the last breath he thought he’d take.
Sasuke’s face is unreadable, now. Almost… inquisitive, if Kakashi were to put a word to it. Sasuke reaches for his mask, and he grabs his wrist on instinct. Sasuke’s eyes go cold, a silent warning. Kakashi drops his hand to his lap. He supposes he can’t begrudge his former student a look upon his sensei’s face before ending his life.
He hesitates momentary as he slowly drags Kakashi’s mask down, as if the once forbidden face of his sensei should stay sacred. He tilts his head curiously as he takes in his appearance.
“All you were hiding this entire time was a pretty face.” Sasuke cups his jaw in his hand, thumbing over his mole. “Growing up, we all thought you were some ugly beast underneath. We were just children at play then, pretending to know what the world meant. All of us.”
“Sasuke…”
“You most of all, with your blind obedience to a village who didn’t bat an eyelid to use their perfect little soldier as they saw fit. They used you.”
Kakashi’s jaw clenches in his hand. “And what are you doing to me, then?”
“The same as them. But I won’t hide behind politics and playing the ‘good guy’. I won’t lie to you, won’t hold back anything from you.” He shifts into the second level of his curse mark that Kakashi sealed all those years ago. “I know I’m grotesque.”
“You’re not grotesque, Sasuke.” He reaches a hand towards his face. “I’ve never thought that of you and I never will. There’s good in you.”
Sasuke grabs him by the wrist before he can touch. “Then you’re lying to yourself, like you have your whole life. This is who I must be.”
Kakashi shakes his head. “That seal can only be broken by choice. You chose this. To be this creature hell-bent of revenge and death. You can choose not to. I should have spent more time with you. Shown you the good you can be. It’s not too late.”
“It’s not too late, you’re right. Not to late for Konoha to repent for its sins, through you.”
“And just what are you going to do to me? I’ll do it, for the sake of my village. Our village. But how far gone are you, Sasuke? What are you putting your sensei through for the sake of revenge?”
“You must know, I never thought of you as my sensei. I never called you that. I used you to achieve my own goals.”
“Then who am I to you?”
“The one who will bear my children.”
Kakashi’s eyes widen, only for a brief second, but Sasuke catches it, that moment of weakness. Kakashi tries to save face, rubbing the back of his head, closed-eyed smile faking nonchalance. “Ah, Sasuke. I think you might be misinformed on how that whole process works.”
Sasuke says nothing; stands up and undoes the tie around his waste, garments falling to the ground, revealing something truly monstrous.
“Do you think me grotesque now, Kakashi?” he taunts.
His heart races. A tentacle-like thing protrudes from from where his cock should be. Scaled and obscene, throbbing with a palpable need, hanging down his leg almost to his knee.
Sasuke intends to breed him. “Why? Why me to bear your children, if you hate me so?”
Sasuke kneels in front of him again in a sudden motion, inches away from his face. “I don’t hate you. You and I are one soul who traveled different paths.”
“Why should I do this? If the village is such an awful place, why should I suffer for it?”
Sasuke forces his tongue into his mouth, taking what he wants, taking what he knows is already his. He pulls back, Kakashi’s jaw held tight.
“You’ll do this because I can taste your guilt on my tongue. You failed Obito, and you couldn’t stop Itachi’s cleanse or my defection. You owe the Uchiha your entire reputation, so you’ll provide my clan’s descendants. Our clan. You can finally be one of us, fully and truly. Say you’ll do this.”
“Do I have a choice?” he asks roughly.
“As much of a choice as I had when I became the beast before you.”
“Then I suppose this is my penance.”
He begins stripping Kakashi unceremoniously of his remaining clothing, but leaving his hitai-ate. “The great Kakashi of the Sharingan, done in by his own student. Poetic, really. But there won’t be any poetry written about what I’m going to do to you.”
Despite his harsh words, his fingers almost tremble as he reaches for his hitai-ate, Kakashi’s wild hair falling into place, covering his closed, gifted eye again once it’s off. Sasuke gently brushes the hair off his face, placing a soft kiss over the scarred eyelid. “Open your eye, Kakashi.”
“I’m already drained, Sasuke, if I use it any further I’ll—” he’s cut off by a sharp twist of his nipple, squeezing his other eye shut. “Okay, okay!” he concedes as Sasuke lets up and he opens his sharingan.
Sasuke pulls at his eyelid, wanting to see more of it, wanting it all. “I never met my cousin,” he muses. “Do you think he’d like me?” he asks abruptly, childlike.
Kakashi blinks, thrown off by the whiplash of Sasuke’s moods. “He’d sympathize with your plight,” he starts slowly. “But no. Not the you that you are today. He would have derided you for giving in to hate so easily. He was more like Naru—”
“Don’t talk about him,” he hisses, clasping Kakashi’s mouth roughly with his hand. “We’re done talking. I don’t want to hear your lectures. You’re here for me, now. And you’ll do as I tell you because you’re too weak and guilt-ridden to do otherwise.”
Kakashi stares him down, daring him to make the next move, but Sasuke’s not intimidated, drags him down by the ankle to lay him in the dirt, not care for his comfort as he immediately shoves two fingers in his hole. Kakashi cringes away, stopped by the fingers pressed to his throat.
“Take all the prep you can get,” he warns, “because it’s not going to be much.” He rubs at the slit of his cock with his other hand, gathering the messy amount of precome, slicking it down his long, scaled cock. “Get on your hands and knees,” he orders, and Kakashi knows he doesn’t have room to argue.
Sasuke adds his tongue to his fingers, swirling around the rim, softening him up until he can fit another finger into him. He opens his hole as wide as he can, spitting into it before shoving a fourth in. Kakashi keens, mouth pressed into the dirt as his prostate is unavoidably stimulated. As soon as he does, Sasuke immediately removes his hand, and Kakashi barely hold back a whimper as he’s flipped over onto his back.
Kakashi’s resigned himself to whatever is going to happen, he’s decided, so he might as well enjoy what’s given. Nevertheless, he tenses as the tip of Sasuke’s cock presses into him, no amount of preparation enough for a cock that will reach that deep into him.
Sasuke punches into him in one thrust, and he’s unable to stop the piercing cry he lets out. Sasuke only gives him a brief moment to adjust, selfishly relishing in the tight warmth.
“Fuck, you feel so good, knew you’d be tight and so so perfect.” He pulls his cock out halfway before slamming back in, forcing the moans out of Kakashi and setting a brutal pace. “Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll always feel it. Want that, don’t you?” he grabs the head of Kakashi’s cock. “You drooling already for me? Knew you’d like this, fucking pervert. Knew you’d like getting fucked by your own student. How’s it feel, being so powerless to do anything? Letting the scourge of the village do whatever he wants to you? You fucking like it don’t you, slut?”
Kakashi nods mindlessly, because he does. Loves that Sasuke reaches deeper a place within him no one’s ever been able to before, something he never knew could be fucked out of him, the constant strikes on his prostate only part of the mind-boggling pleasure building in him.
Kakashi massages at the base of his sternum, his fingers raising up as Sasuke’s cock bumps against them from the inside. He wishes he could utter dirty, filthy things in Sasuke’s ear, about how deep he feels him, how much he loves being split open on his cock, guts rearranged to his liking. He settles for clenching frantically at himself, his thighs, his hair, his spine starting to numb and tingle as his orgasm builds. “Fuck!” he cries out, come spurting out in ropes. Sasuke grabs at his dick, catching and scooping his come, coating his dick with it, fingering at his hole to lube him even more.
“That’s it,” he praises, “come for me, Kakashi. Give me more, I need it all. Need it all for what I’m about to give you.” And just those words rip an even deeper orgasm out of him, his back arching to escape the overwhelming feeling while Sasuke determinately ensures all his come goes back inside Kakashi’s own hole. Sasuke leans over him, hand pressed in the small of his back as he ruts harder into him. “Gonna impregnate you with your own come. Be so so good for me, Kakashi, I’ll fill you up so good, give you so many children, jus’ be-” he slurs, his thrusts turning sloppy, “be good, give me all your come, let me get you so pregnant you can’t move.”
The idea has Kakashi terrorized, has his cock plumping up again. There’s no possible way— but then, humans aren’t supposed to have scaled cocks and wide, webbed-hand wings. He lets Sasuke have his way anyway, unable to fight, scratching and clawing at Sasuke’s back and he comes deep inside him, so deep and so much that he can feel it in his chest until it leaks slowly, oozing out his still-plugged hole. Sasuke slumps against him, still pulsing into him, nipping at his ear.
Was that it? Was he… pregnant? Or was Sasuke delusional in his grief and revenge? Sasuke interrupts his thoughts with his teeth sinking into his neck.
“You’re mine,” he torments. “Gonna rebuild my clan. Gonna make you part of it, you’re gonna father my children.” He sits up suddenly, blazing red eyes animalistic and savage, pulling his cock out until only the tip is in. Kakashi clamps desperately at it to keep it there. His hooded gaze lowers to where they’re joined.
“Is that…?” His eyes widen in horror. Something the size of an orange bulges and inches forward as Sasuke’s cock writhes and contracts. An egg. Sweat drips down on him, he can hear Sasuke’s labored breathing, but he can’t tear his eyes away as the bulge rests against his hole. “Sasuke it’s not going to fit!” he tries to reason before Sasuke brutally rams it against his hole, trying to force it in.
“Make it fit, make it fit, make it fit,” he chants through gritted teeth, not letting up on his thrusts.
“Ah! God, just… fuck!” Kakashi can’t think, not with overstimulation following an already powerful orgasm threatening to drown him. “Ok… ok…” he pants, reaching his fingers down to where they’re joined. “You— shit, you need to stop, I can’t help if you keep doing that.”
Sasuke ceases his thrusts, but still relentlessly attempts to press in. His eyes are feral when Kakashi glances up at him, and Kakashi realizes this is the most cooperation he’s going to get. He reaches his fingers around to his hole, trying to get underneath the egg Sasuke’s shoving into him. He grunts in pain when he’s able to wrestle a single finger in, Sasuke pushing in further the moment he does. It hurts.
“Need… I need lube, Sasuke. I can’t… I can’t…” He grits his teeth, trying to push the thing out. There’s just no way.
That’s when he feels it. That same gush of liquid, like when Sasuke first came, deep inside him. It trickles down until it’s stopped by the egg struggling to get in. Not only that, Sasuke’s cock is secreting some sort of viscous liquid from its scales.
“Oh, fuck,” Kakashi whispers in of horror and pleasure and pain as it starts to set in that this is happening as the egg slowly but surely edges it’s way in. Kakashi pulls at his hole, desperate to assuage the building pressure against it, breathless as Sasuke groans loudly above him. “Be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,” he begs as the widest part of the egg starts to sink into him. He massages his hole, prods it, anything to ease the way.
Sasuke pulls his hair roughly, teetering on the edge, suffocating Kakashi in his tits, and Kakashi can’t help but lick at one of his soft, soft, pink nipples. Sasuke growls, his cock flinching against him, before he looses all control, arching his back until the egg is out of Kakashi’s hole completely, before violently thrusting back in relentlessly until it forces its way in, punching into him. Kakashi’s legs shoot out, air knocked out of him as he comes forcefully, cry wretched from his throat as he paints their stomachs.
He can feel it, creeping into his guts, deep inside him, as Sasuke keeps pushing the egg in and in and in. The eggs presses against the inside of his hole as the cock holding it thrusts out, moving it further to the tip of Sasuke’s cock, closer to release. Sasuke’s labored grunts drown out his own whines, and Kakashi watches in awe as Sasuke’s eyes roll to the back of his head, the egg seemingly settled in him as Sasuke’s dick starts to finally withdraw. He feels so. Full. He has to bite his bottom lip to stop the whimper threatening to escape at the prospect of his hole being empty. The thought, however, that he won’t truly be empty with the precious egg now under his protection is comforting, and simultaneously discomforting.
He releases his death-grip on Sasuke’s arm, unaware of how tightly he’d been clenching and leaving crescent moon shaped cuts, blood trickling down his muscled biceps, as the top of Sasuke’s cock rests just inside Kakashi’s hole.
“Should’ve known you’d be into this,” Sasuke motions to Kakashi’s spent dick, drenched in his own come and making a valiant effort to get hard again. Sasuke rubs his hand in the come pooled on his stomach, stroking it on his own cock as added lube, thrusting in again to make sure it’s all inside. “You seem like the type of creep who’d be into freaky shit like this.”
“You’re the one who just laid a fucking egg in me,” he deadpans.
Sasuke smirks, but hunches over a second later, cursing through clenched teeth as Kakashi watches another egg pulsate down into his cock.
“Where are they coming from?” he wonders aloud.
“Shut up,” Sasuke grunts, biting at his lips, his chin, his neck, thrusting the lump in his cock against his hole. “Shut up and take it, take whatever I give to you. Make this right, pay your dues to my clan.”
Even with the spit and the come and whatever had secreted out of Sasuke’s dick, he aches and burns. It’s too much, and he can’t help the tear falling from his sharingan, which his captor to quick to lick off his face, placing messy, wet kisses over his eye, worshipping it, the only thing worthy of praise. Kakashi sobs as he’s pushed passed his limits. Sobs as Sasuke degrades him in his ears, harsh whispers of you belong to me now, I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if you’re only doing this protect the village, I’ll destroy it anyway, you’re my bitch now the only things allowed to pass through his mind as the next egg breaches him, milking his orgasm from him.
“Sasuke—” he starts to plead as another egg descends.
Sasuke presses his forehead against his, eyes squeezed shut in agony. “Please… please it hurts.”
So far they’ve just fucked. No actual intimacy, no soft touches, breathy kisses. Kakashi is his prisoner, to be used as Sasuke sees fit. But Kakashi can’t deny the pull he feels, the pull he’s always felt towards his troubled student. That need and that drive to make it better for him, even if he couldn’t do it for himself. So he chances it, gently placing his hands on either side of his face, his lips inches away from Sasuke’s, the ghost of a kiss. “I’ll take this burden from you.” He brings his forehead to his lips, tender brush of lips tasting the tangy sweat dripping from it. “Let me take your pain away.”
The faintest of whimpers passes Sasuke’s lips, one Kakashi knows he’ll never admit to. He takes Sasuke’s hand, gently placing it over his stomach, over the small bump starting to form from the two eggs already in him. “Feel that?” Kakashi whispers sweetly in his ear. “Do you feel your children in me? Our children?” Sasuke nods against him, burrowing his face in his shoulder. He soothes over Sasuke’s long, unruly purple hair. “I want all of them, Sasuke. I’ll keep them safe for you. Will you trust me with that?”
Sasuke lifts his head up, eyes dewed and pained and longing. He nods slowly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Kakashi’s lips, slowly rocking into him. Kakashi moves, motioning for Sasuke to let him get on top.
“It’ll be easier for you,” he assures, placing his hand over Sasuke’s as he caresses his scar. “And I can bear down onto the eggs.” Sasuke’s hands move to his back, picking out the bits of gravel and twigs stuck in them by Sasuke’s forceful fucks.
It’s not a full apology, but the look in his eyes is as good as one and Kakashi smiles. “Fuck me, Sasuke. Give me your clan.”
The pupiled center of his sharingan dilates and he thrusts his hips upwards, still rough but it feels so much better. Kakashi fucks down to meet him, moaning as his hole stretches again, the come and Sasuke’s cock able to leak out and lubricate him much better this way. Kakashi feels another orgasm start to build, bracing himself on Sasuke’s hardened chest, baring down on the egg, wanting to come when it enters him. Sasuke twists his nipple as it slips in, spiraling them both into ecstasy.
“Keep it in, keep it in,” Kakashi chants. “Give me another, while I’m stilling coming, give it to me.”
He’s suspended in an orgasmic limbo, unable to come down as he rotates his hips on the base of Sasuke’s cock, another egg popping into him. He could blame the constant pressure on his prostate but the truth is he’s beyond that. Being filled, having seemingly countless eggs shoved into his guts, the euphoria he feels is indescribable. Every breath is a moan, echoing in the cave around him, every inch of him soaked with his own come, with Sasuke’s, with the sweat slipping between their bared chests as they cling to and scratch at each other in their frantic need.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he can hear Sasuke repeating over and over while he begs him not to stop in between his uncontrollable whines and whimpers. He clenches his toes, legs shaking violently as another egg presses relentlessly against his abused prostate, sharingan and normal eye alike staring into nothingness above him, neck strained back as he’s possessed by his orgasm, clutching and pulling at his own hair in desperation to cling to some strand of sanity. He lurches forward as the eggs pops into him, crazed eyes meeting Sasuke’s reverence-filled, black-crested red gaze. His arms give out suddenly, unable to hold himself up as exhaustion finally catches up to him. Sasuke grabs his arms, worry strewn across his face.
“H-heavy,” Kakashi pants, drained and grasping his distended belly, full of eggs and come and cock.
Sasuke sits up, burrowing his cock deeper still into him, his toned stomach bumping up against Kakashi’s swollen one. “Need you,” he breathes against his lips, gentle fingers on Kakashi’s hips guiding him to lay underneath him again, curling his wings around him so he can lay on them. He reaches over, cock still inside, to grab his discarded clothes, lifting Kakashi’s head to place them underneath before carding his fingers through his sweat-drenched silver hair.
“Just a few more,” Sasuke whispers. “You’re doing so—” he grunts as Kakashi moans, another egg pressing up and in, “you’re doing so well, Kakashi, keeping our children safe.”
Kakashi cringes as Sasuke presses against his stomach, grasping desperately at the palms of Sasuke’s wings. Sasuke hisses, eyes glazed over as lust takes over once more, unable to stop snapping into of him viscously, the egg suspended in his cock thrust mercilessly in and out of Kakashi’s hole. Kakashi cries out in pain, in awestruck bliss. Both consumed by indescribable desire and hunger and fervor as Sasuke bites harshly into the flesh where his neck and shoulder meet, and Kakashi’s nails further inbed into his wings.
Sasuke’s moaning loudly into his neck, sucking blood to the surface of his skin like his life depends on it. Kakashi is beyond speech.
He’s lost track of how many times a dry orgasm has been pulled out of him. The near-constant pressure on his prostate as egg after egg fills him up burns and it only intensifies the pleasure-pain threatening to consume him.
“I… Sasuke, I can’t,” he protests as another egg bumps against his hole.
Sasuke’s eyes are burning into his with that intensity again, that pained, almost desperate look. “You have to,” he rasps. “Our children…”
Kakashi sobs, widening his legs as much as he can once more so he can stretch himself open. It doesn’t take much for the egg to slide into his gaping, sloppy hole, but his body is still set ablaze nonetheless, legs shaking around Sasuke’s waist as he shoves the egg up and up and up, jostling past the other eggs inside him until it pops out of Sasuke’s cock up against Kakashi’s rib cage, nearly crushing his lungs.
Sasuke’s kissing him softly now, gentle presses on tear and snot covered lips. “I’m empty,” Sasuke hums, eyes closed in ultimate satisfaction, savoring the last moments of giving him one more load of come. Kakashi basks in it, never wants this feeling to end. He whines as Sasuke gradually pulls out his length, finally, finally leaving Kakashi’s hole empty, gaping. It comes out with a soft pop, fluid gushing out from both Kakashi’s hole and Sasuke’s cock, and they shudder against each other one more time.
He’s full, feels he could burst if he even tried to move. But even now Sasuke’s not finished. He scoops at the come settled on Kakashi’s cock, slides his hand over his curls and thighs, makes sure his hand is soaked in it before fisting him deep, not even try to make him come as he caresses the eggs inside, making sure they’re coated with Kakashi’s come. “Want it all inside you,” he mutters into his ear. “Want every drop of everything between us to be yours.” Kakashi cries weakly as he comes anyway, cock twitching helplessly, uselessly, his balls empty. Sasuke pulls his hand out gently, settling at his side now, looking up at him adoringly.
When he cranes his neck down to see the final results, the damage done, he sees long, defined stretch marks going up the sides of his belly. He flinches—the skin sore and purpled—when Sasuke brushes his fingers against it, in awe of the sight before him.
“You did so well,” he praises, kissing his eye.
“Now what?” Kakashi pants.
“Now we wait,” he says, petting his distended belly, fingers dipping into the grooves and lumps of the eggs settled inside him, “for our children to be born.”
Kakashi combs his fingers through Sasuke’s long, purple hair, resigned to his fate, kissing the mark across his nose. “I hope I don’t fail them as I’ve failed you.”