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When Kakashi returned from Kannabi Bridge, one team member down, and with a shiny new sharingan… the Uchiha clan wasn’t thrilled, to say the least.

Even to this day, there are rumors that friend killer Kakashi had killed Obito for the power of the sharingan. Kakashi’s natural adaptation to its power, wielding it better than some Uchiha, was a cause for scrutiny as well. And in some ways Kakashi can not entirely blame them- for Kakashi to return with a story about how a boy who he never got along with suddenly had a change in heart and sacrificed himself to save him felt rather outlandish; the fact that his body was buried in enemy territory, and thus unrecoverable, was not lost, either.

And once Rin was killed in action by Kakashi’s own hand?

The Uchiha nearly had a civil war between themselves in the debate over if Kakashi should keep the sharingan or not. Hiruzen had tried to coerce Kakashi into giving it up, but it was Obito’s last gift to him, and Kakashi would die before giving it away so candidly. Finally, Fugaku seemed to have enough of all this infighting and disarray, and decided to bargain: Kakashi could keep the eye under incredibly specific circumstances.

Perhaps they thought it would scare Kakashi away, perhaps they thought Kakashi would fold and give them Obito’s parting gift. Kakashi wasn’t thrilled with the proposal, by any means- despite his recent interest in Jiraiya’s literature, he was a bit of a prude himself. He had never even kissed someone before the Uchiha had made this demand.

It wasn’t a choice, in the end. Either Kakashi agreed to their demands, or he would lose the most precious thing he had left in this world. Kakashi didn’t hesitate, agreed to every term Fugaku laid out, and Hiruzen had looked the other way, just as he had always done. His fate was sealed.

The term required that Kakashi become integrated into the clan. It was expected that he would live in the compound with the rest of them. Unless on a mission or someone from Konoha wanted his company, Kakashi was mostly confined to the compound and under watch. When on a mission, Kakashi was required to report back to the compound within twenty four hours of his arrival back to the village, and they always seemed to know when he tried to skirt around that particular requirement; someone always came to drag him back if he took too long lingering in the village to get a breath away from his duties.

Those were relatively amendable. Kakashi was forced to give up his family name, and while he still struggled with emotions surrounding that, it was true he had already been distancing himself from his father’s legacy, and this was a nail in the coffin for that. Kakashi didn’t enjoy being watched like a hawk, and found living in the compound worse than his apartment in the village, but it was tolerable.

The exact term of their agreement, one which Hiruzen never demanded specification for, perhaps already knowing what was implied, was that the Uchiha could “do whatever they please” with him when he is on compound grounds. Kakashi hadn’t liked the phrasing, hadn’t liked the wicked looks other Uchiha had given him at the meeting, but he had no choice but to agree for the sake of Obito’s eye.

What they desired was less sinister than Kakashi had been afraid of, but no less humiliating.

Kakashi was, so he’s told, incredibly beautiful. The glimpses people were given when he rolled down his mask to eat or drink left many starstruck. Kakashi has seen his visage, though over the years he’s grown accustomed to ignoring his reflection in mirrors, and doesn’t understand what others see. But it was apparent many found him beautiful, even when he was just a boy with an eye gouged out and replaced, and so the Uchiha came up with this specific request in conjunction to his supposed beauty.

As long as Kakashi was in the compound, they could use him however they pleased.

The first night Kakashi had been led into the compound, Fugaku had told him this condition, away from the prying eyes of the council or Hiruzen. It was a reflection of their wish to do what they pleased, and it turns out that simply meant fucking him whenever they wanted. It was clear it was not Fugaku himself who came up with the order (even if he reaped the benefits often) but others amongst the clan who felt uneasy with him keeping the eye, and delighted in humbling him when it became apparent how competent he was in utilizing the sharingan.

It was as much to stroke their pride as it was to stroke their cocks.

Kakashi had objected, purely because this wasn’t stated in front of the hokage, but no one had listened to him. They pinned him down and took what they wanted in the Uchiha clan council meeting, and Kakashi lost his virginity that night, fucked by so many people he couldn’t even remember who specifically had taken it. He had tried to speak with Hiruzen the next time he was allowed out of the compound, but the old man had ignored most of what he said, and simply advised he either get rid of the eye or accept his fate.

“Besides,” he had said. “What happens in clan compounds stays in clan compounds. So long as they are not a threat to Konoha, it is not our duty to police their inner politics.”

Which perhaps well explained why the Hyuga did what they did. It left Kakashi without any help, and so Kakashi resigned himself to his fate, occasionally pushing at the limits of the conditions he was given, before ultimately giving up. Ostensibly, he belonged to the Uchiha, just as Obito’s eye now belonged to him. There was nothing he could do, and the humiliation of others knowing what went on inside the compound stopped him from telling anyone beyond Hiruzen. Even Gai had no idea what Kakashi was up to, or why the Uchiha spoke of him so derogatorily, other than knowing they weren’t fond of his eye.

“Kakashi! You’re back from your mission!”

Shisui always seemed to find him as soon as he stepped into the compound. It was as if he had a keen sense for when Kakashi was in proximity to him; Kakashi always suspected Shisui was so eager because he couldn’t keep a girlfriend, and had no other sexual outlets. Itachi and Shisui sometimes fooled around, but Shisui didn’t find anal as good as vaginal sex, and Itachi had a somewhat creepy, devoted interest in Kakashi ever since he hit puberty.

Shisui had a hand on his ass, squeezing without a care in the world before it settled on his waist, eagerly guiding him away from the front gate. No one spared either of them a glance; it’s not exactly unusual for Kakashi to be lead away by a Uchiha, and it especially wasn’t unusual for that Uchiha to be Shisui. He really was a horny bastard, Kakashi had quickly learned.

Shisui didn’t have the patience or the dignity to wait until they were back at his house. He was shoving Kakashi up against the nearest wall, grinding his already half hard dick against his groin, punching a small moan from Kakashi at the friction of Shisui’s rutting. Shisui loved to grope his body, and he was doing so now, hands eagerly unzipping his flak jacket so he could grasp a fistful of his perky breasts.

“Can’t this wait?” Kakashi complained, knowing it was a lost cause, but pathetically hopeful all the same. His desire to stop wasn’t respected by anyone, but Shisui in particular was too horny to even consider the idea of waiting. “I really want to take a shower. I’m still covered in blood.”

He despised the sticky sensation of blood more than cum, though they were pretty close together in ranking. Shisui laughed, just like Kakashi knew he would, and he sighed, leaning against the wall as Shisui fondled his tits. Kakashi doesn’t get why Shisui likes groping him so much; he’s not well endowed in any area, and especially not his breasts, which could easily be hidden behind a flak jacket or even a loose shirt, but Shisui did as he always did, pinching at his nipples, feeling the way they pebbled beneath his fingers as he snuck his hands up his shirt, eager to knead at the flesh without the layer of his shirt.

“It only makes you hotter,” Shisui admits, reaching up to yank down Kakashi’s mask. Kakashi didn’t exactly enjoy being fucked in the middle of the street, but he could endure it a lot easier if they would let him wear his mask. He’s not spoiled by any Uchiha in that regard; they love seeing his whole face, the expressions he makes, or just as a superiority, a proof of his lack of privacy, that they own every inch of him. “I love knowing how dangerous you are.”

He presses his mouth against Kakashi’s when he opens his to try another pointless argument. It’s wet, lewd, and messy as Shisui forces his tongue down his throat, moaning into his mouth as he adjusts himself, rutting right against Kakashi’s clit while his dick rubs against his pussy. Kakashi gives up the fight, sinking into his advances, and Shisui smiles against his lips, feeling him submit, breaking the kiss to leave a wet trail of kisses across his jaw before he’s nibbling at his earlobe. Shisui loves giving him hickies, just to rile Itachi up, but his mask was pooled around his neck and thankfully stopped him from biting.

Shisui reluctantly lowers his hands to Kakashi’s pants, unbuckling him in fluid motions, pushing his pants down, grinning at the sight of lacy, bright red panties peeking up at him. Most of the time it was easier not to bother wearing any undergarments, but Kakashi needed to wear something on missions. Unfortunately, someone keeps stealing the boxers he buys and replacing them with lingerie, and Kakashi’s given up at the moment trying to replace what’s been stolen. It was easier, anyway, if someone just wanted a quick fuck to push the fabric aside and abuse his pussy, and most of the time Kakashi just wanted it over with as fast as possible.

Shisui rubs circles against the top of his vulva, grinding against his pulsing clit. Kakashi moans, low in his throat, knowing that receptive noises turns Shisui on. Shisui wasn’t usually a very considerate lover, perhaps because he didn't feel the need to be with Kakashi, who was everyone’s whore, and little more than a pretty toy for him to play with, or maybe that was why he could never get a girlfriend to stick around. Either way, Shisui doesn’t spend much time with his clit, and unbuckles himself, pulling his dick out and stroking himself a few times.

“It’s been terrible without you around,” Shisui admits. “Ugh, I wish we could get the hokage to ban you from such long missions.”

Kakashi might actually lose his mind if that happened. Missions were a blessing from the gods Kakashi doesn’t believe in. Tsunade was kind enough to give him the longest ones available, and sometimes even multiple back to back so it could be weeks or even months before he has to step foot in the clan compound.

Shisui seems unable to bother with small talk anymore. Without much warning, he forced his cock into his pussy, bottoming out in one fluid motion, making Kakashi instinctively whine, pleasure sparking up his spine. Shisui moaned along with him, clearly enjoying the tight, wet heat of his cunt, one hand on his waist to steady him while the other groped at his ass, kneading the tender fat there as he shifted, preparing to fuck him just as hard and fast as he always did.

Shisui was impatient in bed, always eager to get himself off, and he was quick today to piston into him, thrusting with a bruising force as he buried himself deep inside him, over and over. Kakashi has long learned to live with the shame of his body’s eager response; in fact, years of getting fucked wherever, whenever, has left him with a pretty high libido, and an unfortunate acceptance that borders on eagerness to getting fucked. The shame of realizing how much he enjoyed getting manhandled and used like an object, likely as a conditioned response and not really of his own free will, was something he had agonized over for years.

Now, Kakashi was simply too tired to care. They’ve been doing this for over a decade at this point; in fact, he’s been a whore longer than he hadn’t. He might as well get off, too.

Shisui isn’t a considerate lover, but Kakashi is still feeling a strong, simmering heat in his gut as he’s fucked like a dog in heat. Shisui fucks him roughly, pushing him into the wall, body uncomfortably slammed against the brick as Shisui thrusts into him so hard Kakashi feels breathless. Shisui groans, reaching up to fondle his tits again, enjoying the way Kakashi clenched when he pinches his nipples, twisting them meanly, letting pain spark along with pleasure.

“It’s amazing how tight you still are,” Shisui moans, right into his ear. His cock brushes against his g-spot, making Kakashi gasp, cunt clenching hard from the unexpected pleasure. Shisui ignores it, focusing only on his tits, enjoying the small weight, the feel of his palms enveloping the small mounds as he grinds, hard and fast. “All this time and you’re still so fucking tight…”

It doesn’t take much for Shisui to cum, climaxing when Kakashi intentionally clenched hard, vice like against his cock. Cum spills into his pussy, Shisui fucking him through his orgasm, moaning as he waits until he’s finished to finally pull away, clearly enjoying the sight of his cum sliding down Kakashi’s thighs. “There really isn’t a better hole in all of Konoha.”

And Shisui would know. He’s lost a lot of girlfriends. Kakashi only grits his teeth and works on pulling his pants back up, despising the feel of his hot cum staining his thighs. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s fucked in the street, the worst feeling is always the aftermath and having to walk home with sometimes multiples loads dribbling from his pussy.

Where Shisui lingers, Itachi is quick to follow. He slides down the alley as silent as wraith, taking in the sight of Kakashi’s abused pussy while he tried to pull his pants back up. Jealousy simmered underneath Itachi’s skin, though Shisui seemed uncaring of the one sided rivalry.

Honestly, Kakashi’s sure that if Itachi wasn’t the future clan head, he would already be staking his claim by marrying Kakashi. The boy has been infatuated with him since he was a child, and this was only exacerbated when he became a subordinate to Kakashi in Anbu. Itachi had even refused captaincy to ensure he could remain by Kakashi. It only got even worse when he was finally of age to fuck Kakashi like the rest of them, and it was clear his attraction was a bit different from the rest. Itachi was an attentive lover, always searching to make Kakashi orgasm as much as he can when they have time alone, treating him gently and sweetly.

It comes at the cost of some mild stalking, however. Kakashi’s pretty sure whenever he tried to stay away from the compound beyond the limit of their deal, it was Itachi who was ratting him out. He’s also pretty sure the culprit behind his missing underwear is him, but it’s a bit of a social faux pas to accuse the son of the clan leader that he’s a total dirty perverted thief.

Kakashi long suspects that if Itachi wasn’t bound by duty to marry another Uchiha, and that his reputation wouldn’t be sullied by marrying a whore, he would have tried to put a ring on Kakashi’s finger ages ago. Unfortunately, Itachi is still succumbing to the social pressures around him, so instead it culminates into this- fucking Kakashi senseless, as tenderly as he can, and getting intensely jealous of anyone else who makes use of the deal Kakashi has with Fugaku and the clan elders.

“Itachi!” Shisui greets, placing an arm around his shoulder. He’s not obtuse enough to not notice Itachi’s jealousy- he is an incredible shinobi, even if he has the habits of failing the three tenants of a shinobi- but he simply doesn’t care. They’ve been brotherly long enough that Itachi won’t actually do anything. “I wish I could stay and chat, but I have a date to be getting to.” He winks at Kakashi. “Guess Itachi has the honor of walking you home, hm? See you around.”

No wonder he can never get a girl to stick around. Kakashi rolls his eyes, settles his clothes back into place, and ignores the goose flesh on his skin as Itachi approaches, intense as always. He offers an arm for Kakashi to loop his through, and Kakashi sighs before doing so, knowing Itachi will make a fuss if he denies him; a lethal shinobi that’s nearly as emotionally repressed as himself making a tantrum never ends well, especially for Kakashi’s wardrobe.

“How was your mission?” Itachi politely asks.

There are worse things than small talk with him. Itachi is at least kind enough to genuinely respect Kakashi’s opinions and thoughts, always happy to listen to him speak, even if he sometimes disregards his sexual preferences and opinions. Itachi is certainly the most gentlemanly of all who make use of Kakashi, and he enjoys being around him; he’s a great subordinate, and has proven to be a decent friend. Perhaps if the world was completely different, Kakashi wouldn’t have minded being friends with him of his own accord.

Idle chatter fills the time it takes to reach their house. Itachi quietly placed a hand on his hip, steering him towards his bedroom, and Kakashi followed, already expecting this.

“I’m sorry to make this quick,” Itachi admits. “I have a mission to be going on with Yugao soon.”

“Are you sure I can’t take a shower first?” Kakashi complains, but allows himself to be pushed, gently, towards his bed. Itachi nudged him to sit down, carefully unzipping Kakashi’s flak jacket, gracefully setting it aside as he began the delicate work of undressing Kakashi. He always preferred to fuck him on a bed, and always preferred to see him completely naked as they coupled.

“Sorry,” Itachi apologizes again, a wry look on his face. Kakashi knows, like with Shisui, the blood on his clothes and hair only turns him on more. Perks of being a shinobi during puberty, he supposes. “But I’m sure you can take one after I’m done.”

The shirt slides off his body, sticky with dried blood. None of it is his own, thankfully, although sometimes Kakashi longs for a hospital stay away from the compound, just for a little while. Itachi drags his nails across his abdomen before unbuckling his pants, slowly peeling them off while he admires the red panties before finally removing those as well. After carefully folding and setting aside his clothes, Itachi climbs onto the bed, gingerly parting his legs so he can slot himself between them.

He rubs circles against Kakashi’s clit, smiling fondly as his thighs quiver from the stimulation. Heat pools in his groin as Itachi bends down, suckling hickies against his neck, clearly eager that the old ones from Shisui had faded, and content to make his own claim. The mild pleasure and pain, and from already being worked up from Shisui, has Kakashi dripping, arousal burning as Itachi slides from his chewed up collar to his breasts, licking his nipple, tongue teasing the hardening bud, the texture a delightful sensation before he finally pops it in his mouth, teeth grazing his areola, suckling at one breast while his hand idly fondled the other.

Kakashi groaned, music to Itachi’s ears as he worked, moving one hand from his breast to tease at the folds of his pussy as he sucked, plunging two of his fingers inside, already slick with old cum and Kakashi’s arousal. Itachi wasn’t bothered by having Shisui’s sloppy seconds; this happened more often than not, and he had learned to curb his jealousy over the matter. Instead, he simply began to finger him without much fanfare, sliding in and out of his pussy, making use of the fluids already present.

His fingers curl, pressing against a bundle of nerves that has Kakashi whining, instinctively jerking his hips to chase the sensation. Itachi indulges him, brushing against the nerves over and over as he thrusted his fingers inside his warm cunt. He switched to suckling his other breast, still rubbing circles against his aching clit, and Kakashi placed his hands on his shoulder, unable to help the way he writhes underneath him.

“Please,” Kakashi moans. “Put it in me already.”

Usually, Itachi wrings a couple of orgasms out of him, one or two before he even begins to fuck him, and then another while he’s fucking him. Itachi is on a time crunch, however, which means he usually tries to have them orgasm together. Kakashi’s already riled up from Shisui fucking him, and if Itachi doesn’t hurry, Kakashi’s going to finish the job for him.

Itachi smiles against his breast, giving one last, powerful suck before he pulls away. His fingers slide out of his cunt, and he licks the cum and arousal fluid before unbuckling his own pants, pulling out his weeping cock. He was already incredibly hard, clearly as eager as Kakashi was to get things going, but Itachi was always such a damn tease under the pretense of being attentive and caring.

Even now, Itachi doesn’t guide his cock to the opening of his pussy. He slides against his folds a couple of times, moaning as he grinds against him, and Kakashi whines, adjusting his hips, trying to entice him to slide inside already. Heat simmers throughout his entire body, and Kakashi gives in to the lust as he has these past many years, playing the role of the clan whore, arching his back, letting his breasts shift enticingly as he let out a wanton moan that had Itachi throbbing against him as he rutted.

Perhaps pent up from the weeks Kakashi was gone, or from the rush he was in, Itachi finally pushes his cock inside, still teasingly slow, pressing in each inch like he was savoring the sensation. Finally, he bottoms out, pressed to the hilt against his pussy, and Kakashi groans as Itachi continues his ministrations from earlier, rubbing against his clit, harder this time, rolling the nub between his fingers while his other hand goes back to his breast, teasing his oversensitive nipples from his earlier sucking.

Itachi pulled back, slowly, until only his tip was pressed against his pussy, then he languidly pushed back in, repeating this rhythm for some time as he speeds up grinding against his clit. Kakashi slides his legs around his waist, trying to pull him into his cunt faster, but Itachi isn’t swayed, and keeps the steady, slow rhythm for some time.

“Please,” Kakashi murmurs, peering up from his eyelids. Itachi loved hearing Kakashi beg, and he was desperate enough to finally do it. He wanted that shower badly, damn it, and he was tired of being strung out with arousal. “Faster, Itachi, please.”

“So polite,” Itachi commented. “I suppose that does deserve a reward…”

Obliging him, Itachi speeds his pace. The dam has broken, and it becomes obvious that Itachi is just as riled up, if not more, as his slow rhythm picks up in pace. His cock brushes against his g-spot and Kakashi whines, angling and rolling his hips against him to try to feel that sensation again. Itachi adjusts, aiming directly for that sweet spot, moaning lowly everytime Kakashi clenches tight when he begins to pound his g-spot.

His attention on his clit speeds up as well, pinching the nub, rutting against it, friction building deliciously as he plays with the bundle of nerves. Kakashi pants, breaths loud and laddled with choked off moans as Itachi fucks him, deep and fast, their hips snapping against each other as he tries to draw Kakashi into an orgasm.

He doesn’t have to wait long. Kakashi might be pent up from all the weeks on his mission, because he orgasms almost embarrassingly fast, a mortifying squeak leaving him as he reaches his climax, fluids staining his thighs and sheets as he cums. Itachi groans, fucking him through his orgasm, clearly enjoying how tight his cunt has gotten from the orgasm as Kakashi’s entire body tenses from the wave of intense pleasure, and finally Itachi cums as well, spilling more fluid in his already leaky cunt.

He fucks him through the orgasm, eager to grind against his g-spot to hear his whimpers of over stimulation, enjoying the way Kakashi’s cunt milks every drop from his cock before he finally slows, rolling his hips languidly this time as he dips low to kiss him. His kiss is soft, sweet, not like the wild way Shisui had dominated his mouth before. He entices Kakashi to actively kiss back, their tongues sliding against each other, lips slotted together, slowly tasting each other’s mouth.

Itachi pulls back, smiling at the sight of Kakashi’s spit soaked lips before reluctantly removing his cock from his pussy. Kakashi can feel the cum dribbling from his cunt, down his folds, staining his thighs, and pooling on the sheets below him.

“Go take a shower,” Itachi instructs. “I’ll clean up here.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. I know how much you like to get clean after a mission, taichou.”

Kakashi forces himself to his feet, legs weak from the orgasm. Itachi smiles as he grabs his clothes, dressing loosely so he won’t wander around the house naked. It was true that every member had already seen him naked before, multiple times, but even after all these years, Kakashi still tried to maintain some dignity. Stupid of him, he supposed.

When Kakashi was a boy and the deal was made, Kakashi had tried to move into a house by himself. There were concerns that he wouldn’t be watched adequately if he lived alone, and thus Fugaku had Kakashi move in with his family. Kakashi was quietly convinced it was because Fugaku liked the idea of Kakashi being conveniently around for his wife or himself, but it did mean Kakashi still lived with them, try as he might to move away. Everyone in the clan denied him property every time he tried to move, even though he had been in the majority for a long while now, and Kakashi finally gave up a few years back.

Kakashi finds clean clothes in his room and finally gets the shower he’s been looking forward to. Blood washes down the drain along with all the fluids in his pussy, Kakashi taking special attention to getting rid of as much as he can. It is satisfying, feeling the sensation of someone cumming in his pussy, but the sticky feeling after always drives Kakashi mildly insane, especially when he isn’t allowed to immediately clean it up.

Kakashi dries off and redresses, feeling fresher. Itachi finds him, kissing him sweetly once more before he finally leaves for his mission, and Kakashi sighs. He’s alone for just a few minutes when Sasuke arrives, back from hanging out with Naruto.

A genin team had been a blessing and a curse. Hiruzen must have thought it would be incredibly funny to stick a Uchiha on his team, but Kakashi was, admittedly, one of the only jonin sensei’s that had a sharingan. Having a genin team did allow him time away from the compound, busy teaching the next generation, but it also meant Sasuke had… developed strange feelings about him.

Sasuke had grown up watching Kakashi get fucked in the street. Suffice to say, his willingness to listen to his commands was not high in the early days. It wasn’t until Kakashi killed Zabuza and Haku that Sasuke began to respect him, even admire him, and eventually Sasuke’s admiration turned into something that rather mirrored Itachi, only a little crueler.

Sasuke hasn’t done anything sexual in front of his teammates, thank the gods Kakashi doesn’t believe in. Partly because once Kakashi isn’t in the compound, he isn’t allowed to do that; partly because it was a secret the rest of Konoha technically didn’t know about; and partly because Kakashi is sure Sasuke wants to keep Kakashi all to himself and not let any of his idiot teammates see Kakashi’s body.

Though with the way things are going, and the budding relationship between the three of them once they all became jonin, Kakashi is pretty sure that attitude might change. He knows Naruto and Sakura have also developed a crush on him, and if they had it their way, they would be doing the same thing as Sasuke. If Sasuke decides to date the other two, he might bring them into the fold, and Kakashi’s miniscule peace will be totally ruined once those hellions are allowed to fuck him under the pretenses of being “future” Uchiha.

That hopefully won’t be a problem until years later. Now, Sasuke was still rather reluctant to share, and like Itachi, Kakashi is sure that if he was allowed to marry him, he probably would have done something already. Growing up in the same house as him, and occasionally babysitting the boy when Mikoto and Fugaku and eventually Itachi were busy, had lead to an attachment exasperated by the situation. Sasuke still isn’t of marrying age now, but Kakashi is slightly worried Sasuke won’t give a damn about social expectations and will try to marry him anyway. He isn’t the clan head heir, after all.

And given how close Itachi and Sasuke are…

Kakashi’s thoughts are interrupted by Sasuke. He’s only sixteen, and only recently gained the approval to be involved in fucking Kakashi, but it was clear how much he enjoyed it. “Kakashi, back from your mission?”

“Just got back today.”

“Guess we should make up for lost time.” The power Sasuke held over him at home always made his eyes gleam with something near giddy. “Get on your knees.”

Kakashi sighed but did as instructed. Fighting back against the clan head’s son was bound to only cause more trouble, and Sasuke did hold the power in this compound. Still, oral sex was something Kakashi dreaded, but it was Sasuke’s favorite thing to do.

Sasuke was already unbuckling himself, dick half hard already. He was at an age where a light breeze could turn him on, he supposed. He was already weeping by the time he was pushing his cock at him, the tip of it rubbing against his cheek. The order was obvious, and Sasuke, impatient, began to prod at his lips.

Kakashi opened his mouth, tongue sliding across the very tip, teasing the slit of his cock. Precum slid down his throat; once upon a time, the taste would make Kakashi gag, but over the years Kakashi had not only gotten used to it, but actively enjoyed the flavor, groaning at the taste, associated with arousal he could already feel building. He slides his tongue along the veins of his shaft as he encourages each inch to slide into his mouth, suckling at the intrusion as he makes his way towards the hilt.

The only reason Kakashi disliked oral sex was because it required him to remove his mask. Doing so in public never failed to make him uneasy, despite all these years, and all these prying eyes having seen his face. But alone, in the silence of their house, Kakashi is fine to do so, perhaps even a bit vigorously. After a decade of living with this agreement, there are very few sexual activities Kakashi hasn’t been trained, intentional, or through sheer exposure, to enjoy.

Kakashi swallows him, nosing at his pubes as he hits his groin. Sasuke settles his hands in his hair, pulling at the gray strands, making Kakashi moan on his cock at the electric feel of mild pain. Sasuke groans, enjoying the vibrations, and allows for Kakashi to begin a steady pace, bobbing his head up and down his cock, relaxing his throat and letting it slide without obstruction. Sasuke’s hips twitch, chasing him as he moves up and down, the heavy weight on his tongue, associated after all this time with burning arousal, making Kakashi whine, feeling oddly sated.

Sasuke eventually decides to take control, keeping his head still as he begins to snap his hips. Kakashi allowed the assault, taking it with grace as he fucked his throat, hard and fast and deep, like he was fucking his pussy, shoving his cock as far as it could go. He was going to have a sore throat later, that was for sure, but Kakashi couldn’t help the arousal pooling, his panties sticky as Sasuke abused his mouth, chasing his own pleasure.

It doesn’t take much for Sasuke to reach an orgasm, young and inexperienced as he is. Cum fills his mouth when Sasuke finally stops moving, overwhelmed with pleasure, and Kakashi swallows around his cock, tongue smoothing across his dick to lick up every drop out of habit. Sasuke runs his fingers through his hair, almost soothing, and Kakashi didn’t realize just how tired he was after coming home from such a long, violent mission until his eyes begin to droop, the sensation of Sasuke’s nails running along his scalp making him whine, softly.

Sasuke finally pulls out of his mouth. He looked faintly disappointed, but said, “You look terrible. You should go to sleep.”

It was as much care as Sasuke could bear to muster. Kakashi smiled, sliding his mask up his face before he stood to his full height, ruffling Sasuke’s hair in a way he knew he hated. Sasuke despised being condescended to, especially by Kakashi, considering he wanted Kakashi to be his lover one day. “Thanks.”

Kakashi all but collapses in his room. He rests for a couple of hours, the sex and the hard mission making it easy to succumb to sleep. Fugaku and Mikoto come home, doing their daily discussions with the elder council members and other oddities, and Fugaku rouses him from his sleep. Kakashi follows after him, knowing this routine well.

Fugaku sits in his office chair and unzipped his pants just enough to spring his cock free. Kakashi situated himself under the desk, as comfortable as he could manage, and began to work Fugaku’s cock down his throat until he reached the hilt. Unlike with Sasuke, the goal was not to blow him. It was a remnant from the days when Kakashi still had a nasty attitude about the whole thing, and Fugaku had to remind him of his place, making him warm his cock for hours at a time.

Now, it was simply a routine, and Kakashi settled himself on the man’s thighs as he began to sort through his paperwork. Occasionally, his hand would drift and comb through Kakashi’s hair, nails dragging along his scalp just the way Kakashi liked it, earning a drowsy, content sound from the back of his throat. Kakashi used to despise cock warming him, the humiliation of being nothing but a warm hole burning at his pride, but now Kakashi was well trained and had even grown to enjoy it.

The hazy warmth of Fugaku’s lap, and the way his thoughts would trickle down to nothing, entering a dream-like state as he swallowed around the cock in his mouth, oddly sated by the taste, the weight, the feeling of being full… Kakashi didn’t mind, and sometimes actively looked forward to it on busy days, hours to wind down and simply laze, drifting off until Fugaku finished his paperwork.

It was hours later that Fugaku tugged at his hair, pulling him back to reality. The look in his eye made it clear that Kakashi was expected to bring him to orgasm, as he always did at the end of these sessions, and Kakashi made quick work of it, knowing Fugaku’s cock better than any one else’s, bobbing up and down, caressing the veins of his thick shaft with expert care, sucking him, hollowing his cheeks, letting him hit the back of his throat, over and over until finally he spilled his release, and Kakashi licked up every last drop, just as he always did.

Mikoto had finished dinner and the four of them had a pleasant meal together. Sasuke idly spoke about the mischief he and Naruto had been up to for the day in between being sent on missions. Since they became chunin, they were technically no longer his students, but they still requested to be sent on missions together, when Kakashi wasn’t needed for S ranks.

Like a breeze, dinner passes by. Kakashi helps Mikoto with some of the domestic chores, making idle small talk. Mikoto had… conflicting feelings about Kakashi over the years, having known him as the boy that would trail after Kushina while Minato was busy. It didn’t help knowing that her husband openly lusted after him.

Still, she was probably one of the better, healthier relationships he had with the Uchiha clan members, and the two engaged in sex usually from mutual interest. When Sasuke goes to bed, Mikoto guides Kakashi to her room, and Fugaku is already waiting for them, shirt missing, pants soon to go.

“We missed you,” Mikoto said, hands sliding around his waist. “I’m glad you’re back.”

Her hands slide down his loose pants, cupping at his cunt. Kakashi groaned, sinking into her touch as she began to grind her palm against his clit, slowly pushing him towards the bed. They exchanged him, Fugaku sitting himself on the bed and pulling Kakashi into his lap while Mikoto began to undress, slipping out of her dress as Fugaku helped Kakashi out of his shirt.

Mikoto is back at him, hands running across his rib cage before kneading at his chest, Fugaku pushing his pants off of him while Mikoto fondles him. Finally, the three of them are naked, and Fugaku begins to manhandle Kakashi into the position he wants while Mikoto sits near the top of the bed, spreading her legs for Kakashi to get an eyeful of her cunt.

Fugaku pushes Kakashi onto his hands and knees, slotting himself behind him, hands gripping his waist. Mikoto smiles at Kakashi, something sweet that belies the sexual beast she can be when they’re all alone. “I was thinking you could eat me out tonight while Fugaku takes your pussy, okay?”

Kakashi isn’t exactly in a position to deny her, but he appreciates the sentiment. He nods his ascent, pushing his head between her powerful thighs and gets to work, licking a tentative strip across her vulva, dipping his tongue between her folds, surprised to find her already slightly aroused. Everybody must have been pent up while he was gone… like she doesn’t have a husband who should be satisfying her.

Fugaku slides his fingers into his pussy, noting his slight arousal. Maybe Kakashi was too judgemental, considering he was already leaking at the position he was in. He’s not sure why, perhaps latent Hatake clan genes from when they supposedly roamed with the wolves (or maybe it was all the times the position was used to force him into submission when he was too bratty), but doggy style always made his cunt ache and his clit throb. Fugaku thrusted his fingers inside him, testing his tightness, curling his fingers in search of his g-spot.

Kakashi moaned when he found it, making Mikoto groan in return, her pussy throbbing as he suckled at her clit, tongue teasing the hardened nub while Fugaku focused on his sweet spot. Kakashi can’t help the way his hips jerk, trying to fuck himself on his fingers as he tries to focus on Mikoto’s cunt, lapping at the fluids spilling down her folds, moaning at the sweet taste.

Fugaku, satisfied, finally pulled his fingers out of his cunt, which clenched instinctively to try to entice him to stay, and Kakashi flushed when he whined, his pussy unbearably empty. He slips his tongue between Mikoto’s folds, enjoying the way her hands settle in his hair, trying to push him closer, drowning in her sweet cunt.

Fugaku grips his hips as he guides his cock to his hole, Kakashi mewling at the sensation of his tip nosing at the folds of his cunt. Inch by inch, Fugaku slides inside, and Kakashi can feel his cunt gushing at the sensation. This was a cock Kakashi knew very well by now, and the feel of it never failed to make Kakashi so horny he was dizzy. Mikoto’s thighs squeezing his head wasn’t helping that hazy feeling as his tongue explored the hot cavern of her pussy, feeling it clench in time with her thighs.

Fugaku buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out in a long, smooth stroke. Kakashi groans, greatly enjoying the sensation of having both his holes filled, mouth pleasuring someone while his pussy pleasures another. Those early days, the novelty of Kakashi made him prone to gang bangs in the street, and he eventually grew to love having his three holes made useful during intercourse, despising the feeling of being empty for long.

Mikoto pulls at his hair, earning a warbling moan while Fugaku pulls back, beginning a steady pace of pressing in and out of his gushing cunt. Fugaku, for all his faults, had an impressive cock, girthy and filling in all the ways Kakashi liked, or perhaps was trained to like, and Kakashi was moaning like the whore he was as his pace began to increase.

Kakashi’s excitement, and his own ministrations of eating her out, had Mikoto’s pussy leaking with nearly the same fervor as Kakashi. He drank every drop of her juices, licking his lips, savoring the flavor as he pushes his head closer, teasing her throbbing clit, keeping a steady rhythm that has her thighs quivering, breathy moans escaping her throat as he occasionally teases her, dipping back to her hole to lap up her arousal, slipping his tongue between her folds and pushing into her tight heat, enjoying how her hold in his hair tightens.

Fugaku’s control wanes, his speed increasing, and his cock brushes against Kakashi’s g-spot, making him cry out, arousal burning almost painfully under his skin. Fugaku aims for that spot with lethal accuracy, pounding him hard, hips rolling, snapping, as he fucks him. Kakashi writhes, rational thought slipping out of his mind as he’s fucked like a bitch in heat, Fugaku’s pace almost bruising as he thrusts into his cunt, groaning as Kaksahi clenches hard.

They create a steady rhythm between them, Kakashi eating Mikoto out as he’s fucked within an inch of his life. Mikoto reaches her orgasm first, a breathy keen escaping her lips as her fluids flood Kakashi’s face. He eagerly swallows it all, lapping at her pussy to clean every last drop, the sweet taste like ambrosia on his tongue as he swipes between her folds before giving one last teasing suck at her clit.

It isn’t long before Kakashi follows suit, Fukagu hitting his g-spot just right, making him finally crumble, whining as he reaches his climax. Hot pleasure pulses across his body in waves as Fugaku fucks him through his orgasms, leaving him mildly overstimulated as Mikoto leans in to kiss him. Both of them moan, Mikoto tasting herself on his tongue as she sucks on it, Kakashi mewling as she cups his face in her hands.

Fugaku hits his peak, cum spilling into his pussy once more, and Kakashi goes limp on the bed, wrung out from how much fucking he’d done today. He usually had more stamina than this, but the weeks-long mission and the immediate sex after had him feeling exhausted. Fugaku rubs against his sweet spot a couple of times, just to feel him clench, and earn a few moans for his effort, before he manhandles Kakashi, pushing the sheets of the bed up and burying the three of them underneath.

Mikoto flanked his right, Fugaku on his left, both warm bodies wrapping their arms around him, their legs entangled together. Fugaku still has his cock in his pussy, plugging up the cum he had spilled inside him, wanting him to keep him warm through the night. Kakashi snuggled into the pillows, exhaustion sliding across his body as Mikoto ran her fingers through his hair, just the way he liked it. He was so easy sometimes it startled himself.

“Sleep tight,” Mikoto cooed, pressing another, much more chaste kiss against his lips, which Kakashi sleepily returned. Fugaku pressed a kiss against the nape of his neck, which was more than he usually received from the man; much as he likes to think Fugaku had a soft spot for him, he had an incredibly difficult time expressing his emotions. He turned his head to look at the man, and was rewarded with a soft, tender kiss in return, something he very rarely received from Fugaku. They must have missed him.

Sleep isn’t hard to chase. Kakashi’s eyes drooped closed. He doesn’t look forward to the sex that surely awaits him tomorrow, as everyone in the clan scampers to have a turn with him after he’s been missing for so long, but the present wasn’t so bad, drifting off next to warm bodies.