Okay people, here's the deal. There is not enough kakanaru love in this world and that has got to change! -takes heroic pose- So here it is, a kakanaru fic! But I am currently crusading for more gaanaru so this fic will sadly be ignored until I can finish that up. But never fear, I will continue this story no matter what! And one more thing I'm sorry to say this but "Interrupted Again" will be on hiatus cause well my muse is dead. Yes starved to death, not enough reviews! –dabs away tears- she never had a chance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto…but I do own an Itachi phone charm, yeah that's right bitches, Muwhahahaha!!! -prances around with her phone and gets mauled by itachi fangirls-

Warning: Shota, Shonen-ai whatever you call it these days (geez, people get so touchy when you get it wrong). I have a feeling you guys will come to hate Kakashi when you read this story, I certainly did but that probably has to do with the fact that I know what's gonna happen later on in the story –shifty eyes-

-Thoughts in present time-

-'Thoughts in flashbacks'-

Just a Habit

By pixistixs-chan

A lone ninja flitted across the roofs of the hidden village of Konoha undetected by the anbu that were stationed around the village. Not that the anbu were incompetent, it's just well no one can compare to the Legendary Copy Ninja of the Hidden Leaves. So why the secrecy, why the precaution that he painstakingly took to slip through unnoticed by his fellow ninja? Well what he was doing could possibly put his position, his reputation, and his livelihood at risk. Perhaps even earn him a visit to Ibiki and knowing Ibiki firsthand he would very much like to avoid any encounter with that man that was the least bit hostile. What exactly was Hatake Kakashi doing that could very well tarnish his name just like his father's name was tarnished by his own shameful act? It was something that the Sandaime would never in his life forgive him for, something that the Yondaime would hate him for.

He stopped shortly on top of one of the buildings as if having second thoughts about going any further. He shook his head as he thought, That never stopped me before. No it wasn't the act itself that stopped him, it was the reason. It was a ridiculous reason in his opinion, which he couldn't bring himself to admit. That he had actually missed him. Not so much the pleasure he got from him, but rather the warmth of his skin, the intoxicating scent of his hair, those impossibly blue eyes of his. It was a weakness to think that he could not go to sleep without him lying next to him. It was absurd to think he needed –he couldn't help but snort at the thought- companionship. No, he thought shaking his head yet again, that was not the reason.

Then why else do you go there every night, a voice in his head taunted.

For sex, nothing else, he assured himself.

If it is for sex then why do you lie there afterwards holding him, kissing him, watching him while he sleeps, the voice rang through his head.

Because it…it was just a habit. Nothing more than a habit, he furrowed his eyes in determination to convince himself that the boy was nothing more than a habit.

He jumped up from his spot and hurried on to his destination briefly looking at the hokage mountain as a memory resurfaced in his mind. It was the memory of his first time with him. Of course his reasons were different at the time, his drunkenness was to blame partly. He didn't usually get drunk, being a ninja he didn't usually let his guard down like that. His anger had been the trigger for his drunken state. He was angry at the failed mission, angry at his dead teammates. And sake just seemed to be a really good idea at the time.

Flashback 2 years ago:

He didn't know how or why it happened, all he knew was his teammates were dead after a botched assassination attempt. The orders were simple and clear but because of one wannabe hero all three newly appointed anbu members were dead. He barely escaped with the dead bodies in tow, but he couldn't escape the eyes of the family members that accused. He couldn't escape the disappointment the hokage's eyes showed as he told him this was the fourth time his team members had been killed in the line of duty under his command.

It wasn't something he normally did but he somehow found himself in a bar that night drowning away his grief with sake. Sometime around midnight he was wandering the streets of Konoha after the bar had closed up, the sake doing no good in erasing those memories instead it had just brought them back more frequently and sharper in focus. He threw the empty bottle of sake against the wall shattering it to pieces.

He started as he heard a squeak of surprise from the alley he was standing in front of. He slowly walked into the dark alley slipping his mask in place and throwing the hood over his head. His hand twitched at the handle of his katana as he heard a whimper of 'Don't hurt me, please'. He removed his hand from his katana as he recognized the voice to be of a small child. He moved closer and found a child who was no less than ten years of age crouched on the floor hugging his knees trembling all over. He took another step towards the child and his foot nudged against something soft; he looked down and found a fox plushie, which had suffered a great deal of damage. It had a torn ear with one of its eyes drooping down. In his alcohol addled mind he was reminded of the Great Nine Tailed Fox Kyuubi and seeing it in such a condition made him chuckle at the absurdity of it all. The child looked up at the sound and his eyes darted to the fox plushie he was holding and shouted out jovially, "Kyu-chan!"

He smirked bitterly at the nickname the boy gave it; didn't he know how much meaning that simple nickname held? The boy immediately jumped up wiping his tears away, "I thought I lost you forever. Next time I'll take you with me when I go out to buy groceries. That way the mean old men won't do that to you again."

'Mean old men?' he thought, looking at the boy with confusion. In the dark shadows he hadn't noticed but when the boy had gotten closer he knew instantly just who this boy was. His face was a dead giveaway considering he was the spitting image of his father except for the whisker like scars, which was no doubt the Fox's doing. The boy looked so innocent, nothing like he had imagined at all. He had thought, much like the rest of the villagers, that he would be looking at the Fox himself but this boy he…wasn't the Fox at all. He was something more…pure.

"Anbu-san," the boy asked cautiously. "Please, can I have my Kyu-chan back, please?"

He just continued to stare at him as he was reminded once more of the Yondaime that had sired this child and how amazingly similar they looked. The alcohol made him imagine that it was the Yondaime that was begging him not the boy. He grinned at the thought of that. He wondered what else this little mini-clone of the Yondaime would do that the Yondaime would never in his life do.

"You want this?" he asked the boy, holding it up. The boy nodded his head fervently. He chuckled at his enthusiasm, enjoying himself a little too much.

"Here," said handing the plushie to him. The boy grabbed it and held it close to his chest. He smirked once more and thought, 'Cute.'

"Thank you so much, Anbu-san," said the boy earnestly. "I wish I could do something for you in return for finding Kyu-chan…"

Kakashi's eyebrows were raised as he considered the offer. "Like what?" he asked the boy. The boy looked thoughtful for a minute before saying, "I have an extra cup of ramen in my apartment that I could give you!"

'Ramen?' he thought with a raised eyebrow. 'He liked ramen.' He smiled down at the boy and said, "Sure. Why not?"

The boy led him to his apartment, which looked like it was going to fall apart at the slightest touch. It looked like it was recently broken into, with shattered glass and broken furniture littering the floor. The boy pretended not to notice and he didn't say anything about it. It didn't take a genius to figure out why it was that way, the people still saw him as the Nine Tailed Fox no matter how much the Yondaime had told them not to. He sat down on the battered couch while the boy went into the kitchen to make the ramen. He looked around and saw that the only room that seemed untouched was his bedroom, which looked neat and kept. Must be a jutsu that keeps them away he thought as he inspected it, and found that out to be true. It was a strong jutsu probably put in by the Hokage himself to protect the blonde from sexual predators and the like.

"Anbu-san! The ramen's ready!" the boy called from the kitchen. He walked over to the dining table and sat in only other chair there. The blonde sat down on his chair placing the ramen cups on the table. He opened his ramen cup and inhaled the scent as if he were trying to devour it with his nose. He exhaled and broke his chopsticks with a shout of "Itadakimasu!" before he gulped down the ramen as if it were his last meal. Kakashi found himself staring at him yet again this time in astonishment that he could eat it so fast. The blond looked up at him after finishing his meal giving him a pleadingly look. He raised an eyebrow but then realized with the mask on he couldn't see it.

"What?" he asked the blonde. The blonde looked from him to the ramen cup and Kakashi understood immediately. He pushed it towards him and the blonde lit up with joy.

"Thank you, Anbu-san!" he said before digging in. Kakashi stared as drops of broth dribbled down his lips to his chin. He didn't know why he did but in one swift movement he reached out and wiped the drop from his chins to his lips. The blonde widened his eyes in surprise at how fast he moved, and then he smiled at him and opened his mouth to lick his finger clean, sucking it off at the tip. The older man slowly brought his hand back still shocked that the blonde had actually done that. He gulped as he thought, 'Another thing Yondaime would never do.'

He continued staring at the blonde thankful that the mask concealed the slight blush on his face suddenly thinking it was getting a bit too hot in this room. He decided to make some conversation to ease the tension that he felt.

"You never told me your name."

The blonde looked up from his bowl and grinned widely. "My name is Uzumaki Naruto. And I'm gonna be hokage someday!"

He smirked at the pun of a name, 'Leave it to Yondaime to come up with such a name. Naruto, his favorite ingredient in his ramen, and Uzumaki (whirlpool) his family symbol. Clever.' (1)

"Ne, Anbu-san? You're a ninja, right? I can tell cause you look like a ninja. A really cool ninja too, cause you're an Anbu. Anbu are really powerful, huh? They always help me when the villagers go a bit too far, the old man probably ordered them to protect me. That's why I want to be hokage cause it's the best job there is. People actually listen to you and respect you," he rambled on putting the chopstick to his lips with a thoughtful expression on his face. He then looked at the time. "Oh no, it's past midnight, I have to go to sleep. I can't be late for class tomorrow or Iruka-sensei will kill me."

He rushed off to his bedroom, tearing off his clothes and throwing them all over the room. Kakashi got up and followed the frantic blonde who was currently trying to put both his legs into one pant leg. He shook his head as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom, the jutsu thwarting him from going any further.

"Shouldn't you take a shower first?" he told him. The blonde scrunched up his nose, as he smelled himself.

"You're right," said the blonde tossing off the pants. He pulled down his boxers and ran into the bathroom. Kakashi turned away from the sight with a slight blush that was hidden by his mask. Again it was good thing the jutsu prevented him from going inside.

Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable he decided that maybe he should just leave and go home. The sake was giving him a major headache distorting his vision. But right when he reached for the doorknob he heard a shriek from the bathroom. He turned and rushed over and yet again he was stopped from going inside because of the jutsu.

"Anbu-san!" he heard him scream in panic.

With more resolve, he concentrated a massive amount of chakra in his hands to dispel the jutsu. Having gotten through he rushed to the bathroom door only to be tackled down by a naked blur of tanned skin.

"Kill it! Kill it!" shrieked Naruto pointing to the bathroom mirror. Kakashi looked up and saw a cockroach scurrying up the wall in fear. With a flick of his finger he shot a senbon needle at the cockroach killing it instantly. The blonde panted heavily against Kakashi's chest. His shirt was dampening quickly as Naruto buried his face in it, his hair still dripping wet. He gently lifted the blond up and stood up holding him close still. The blonde looked up, his stunning blue eyes swimming with tears, his face glowing pink with a healthy blush due to the steam of the shower or the fact that he was naked he did not know. What he did know was something snapped inside when he saw that face looking up at him so endearingly, when he felt his small body hugging his waist, his heavy breathing warming his stomach. 'Another thing Yondaime would never do' he thought, his mind slurring between the image of Naruto and his dead sensei. He lifted up the blonde and trudged towards the bed all but throwing him on the mattress. The blonde looked up quizzically, "Anbu-san?"

So all that sake was finally getting to him cause the next thing he knew he was straddling the blonde, kissing him fully on his lips, his teeth tugging at his lower lip for entrance, slipping his dominant tongue inside tasting him, devouring him. His hands roamed southward, finally coming to wrap around his length. The blonde gasped as his cold hands grabbed his warm member.

"A-Anbu-san?" he asked fearfully. He silenced him with another kiss, his hand working hard on his member. The small blonde arched off the bed in ecstasy, moaning and tugging on the straps in front of his uniform. 'Who's on top, now?' he thought sadistically imagining the Yondaime underneath him. Naruto finally came in his hands with a scream. Kakashi's lust-filled eyes stared down at the sight before him. His eyes kept deceiving him, mixing Naruto's face with that of his sensei's giving him a false sense of satisfaction that he had been the one to bring pleasure to that face. But the eyes reminded him it was not him, it was the eyes he decided that broke the illusion '… they're still too… innocent…' He wiped the cum on the sheets before getting up and kneeling with the blonde laying between his legs.

Naruto felt a tremor of fear run through his body as he watched the Anbu take out his katana but sighed with relief when he threw it on the floor. He then took off the sash that held the katana, and slowly lowered it down to Naruto's face. He stared back up at him with confusion and then everything went black, he felt strong hands slip underneath his head and tie a double knot tight enough for it not to fall off but not painfully so that it hurt him. The hands fell away and so did the body; he mattress creaked as the older man got off of it. He thought for a second that he had left but then heard the rustling of clothes and the clang of something falling on the floor. The mattress creaked again and he felt the weight of the Anbu on his body. He squeaked in shock and blushed when he realized the Anbu was naked, his member rubbing against his thigh as the man on top of him shifted his weight on the bed and put both of his hands to each side of his head. Slowly he felt his hot breath tickling at his face and then felt the soft wet muscle run along his lips wetting them before he smashed his lips onto his.

The small body beneath him writhed and moaned as he continued to ravish his lips. He finally broke away with a gasp of much needed air, the blonde panted beneath him trying to get some air in his lungs. 'He never had that kind of reaction' he thought with a grimace, 'It was always me who panted for air, who screamed his name, who writhed and moaned. He was always the one pounding away, in control all the time…' His face took on a twisted grin as he thought, 'And now I can be the one bringing pleasure to his face…'

His hand found it's way to the boy's virginal orifice and gently prodded it not wanting to hurt him for some reason. 'Because…because that's how he was with me…right, he always prepared me…' he thought to himself as he slipped it in. The boy tensed suddenly at the foreign object and struggled against him trying to push him away.

"Please, stop" he pleaded. But Kakashi shushed him, by gently kissing him distracting him away from the pain that was sure to follow. As one hand stretched him, his other hand wrapped around the boy's member pumping it just as he added another finger.

"Mmph" he silently yelled into the kiss, tears starting to form at his eyes.

"Shh, it'll get better" he kissed away the tears that slid down his face as he repeated the words that his sensei had told him on his first time. He added the third finger right when he was about to come. And the next scream that came out of his mouth was one of pleasure not pain as he shot his seed into his hand for the second time that night. He then quickly thrust his very erect shaft into him without so much as a warning while he was still in his state of bliss so that it wouldn't cause him much pain.

"Ahh!" he screamed arching off the bed desperately hanging onto Kakashi's neck as he thrust hard and fast. Kakashi was fascinated by the different emotions that flitted across the boy's face. Each scream, each moan brought such great pleasure to him. And then a particularly loud and strangled scream made him smirk triumphantly as he angled his thrusts to hit right at that spot. Naruto's fingers scraped at his back as he tried to hold on; with each plunge he saw stars and white flashes, his breath coming in pants. At last it seemed Kakashi was at his limit, as he came hard inside him, filling him up with his seed. He rode out his orgasm with a few more thrusts before pulling out of him and lying next to him. Naruto was still panting beside him. As he was just about get up he saw Naruto raise his hand up to the blindfold out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed that hand before he could pull it down, he knew if he found out what he looked like he would surely tell the Sandaime and with his shock of spiky silver hair and his unique left eye that had the ever present Sharingan it wouldn't take them long to figure out who it was. He quickly put him under a sleeping jutsu. Once he made sure he was fast asleep he took off the blindfold and quickly got dressed and left leaving no sign of his presence there.

The second time he had come he hadn't rushed out so quickly he stayed and watched the blonde sleep peacefully (even if it was because of the jutsu) before he left out the window. And so it became a habit, he would come whenever he felt the past was too much to handle or simply whenever he needed a good fuck. And each time it became a routine to blindfold him before he took him because his eyes were still too innocent and that stabbed him with guilt. And slowly he found himself staying for a little bit longer each time; sometimes even sleeping there for the night with the boy wrapped around his waist. But he would always be gone before the morning; and unbeknownst to the blonde he would always…always kiss him lightly on the lips before he left because…well, it was a habit…just a habit.

End Flashback

He was now standing on the railing next to the boy's apartment peering into the window watching the boy as he tried and failed yet again at the transformation jutsu. He would've wanted nothing more than to pound the blonde into the mattress like he usually does but this time however he just watched entranced by the cute and determined being that was Naruto.

Though he had retired a long time ago from the Anbu black ops he wore his old uniform still whenever he went to see the blonde. As he watched him fail yet again for the fifth time he started getting bored and decided it was about time he made his presence known. The railing creaked slightly as he shifted his weight and swiftly opened the window and went in. The twelve year old turned around quickly at the sound and before he could make a sound of protest he found himself up against the wall with the tall ninja practically ripping his clothes off. And as always he brought out the blindfold to wrap around his eyes. The last thing that went through the blonde's mind before everything went dark was: Damn, I am so failing that exam tomorrow.

With his vision gone, his other senses became more sharpened. He listened for the familiar clang that signaled that he had taken his mask off, oh how he wanted to see his mysterious lover's face but he would never allow it no matter how much he tried. He felt strong hands wrap around his waist lifting him up high, for a brief moment he was afraid that he was going to enter him right there with no preparation. He sighed when he just threw him over the shoulder and led him to the bed no doubt.

He frowned as he realized something was off, he sniffed him for that coppery scent of blood that would be stained on his clothes after a mission, the scent never leaving his body. But he didn't find any.

So he's not angry…

And there was no trace of alcohol on him so…

…he's not drunk…

With those two things crossed out, it leaves one last thing…

He's horny.

I know what you're probably thinking right now, what the hell is up with me always having a scene where Naruto comes out of the shower dripping wet. Truth is I have no clue…must be some weird fantasy of mine.

Hokay, so yeah sadly this won't be like my other two stories where there's humor, so to make up for that I shall tell you a funny story that happened to me today. So I was proofreading this story and I was in all out angst-mode reading it dramatic-like and apparently Microsoft Word auto-corrected this one word cause when I was reading this particular sentence it changed the name 'Hatake' to 'Hotcakes'. So this is what I was actually reading in my dramatic narrator voice: 'What exactly was Hotcakes Kakashi doing…' I laughed out loud when I read that! Ah, yeah so that's my funny story haha good times, goood times –crickets chirp-

Okay, fine, so it wasn't that funny –pouts-. Read and review, it's the only thing that feeds my muse –takes out half-starved Meg to show to the readers- do you want her to die of starvation like my other muse did??

(1)-The family symbol is a swirl, okay. Why? Well Naruto's outfit has a swirl on it, the seal on his stomach has a swirl on it, the rasengan is basically a swirl of chakra, the Naruto in his ramen has a swirl on it, my thumbprint is a swirl (how is that relevant to the story? It's not, I just ran out of examples). Hey, at least it's better than a pokeball! –runs away from an angry Sasuke wielding a kunai-