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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Hatake_Kakashi/Uzumaki_Naruto, Hatake_Kakashi/Haruno_Sakura/Uzumaki
      Naruto
  Character:
      Hatake_Kakashi, Uzumaki_Naruto, Haruno_Sakura
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/F
  Series:
      Part 3 of Legends_of_the_Fox-wife
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-26 Words: 3004
****** Icarus Rises ******
by ladywinter
Summary
     Kakashi/Naruto in Ancient Greece via Athenian pederasty (ie. the
     eromenos/erastes relationship).
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and am not making money off this.
     AN: Set in Ancient Greece. Might make more sense if you're aware of
     Athenian pederasty (the practice of having older lovers, 'erastes',
     court male teens, 'eromenos'). Thanks to Fallen-chan for the prompt!
     Warning: KakaNaru, M/M/F, EXPLICIT SEX, mostly older Naruto. Sparse
     use of Japanese names in an inappropriate culture. ::wry:: Apologies!
     I couldn't figure out a way around it, and the lack of names got too
     confusing. And I couldn't figure out a workable equivalent in Greek.
     x.X;;
The blond comes to him at night, and he pulls him in from the window and shuts
it tight.
"You shouldn't keep coming here," he says, pressing his face into the crook of
that tanned neck, "You're already an adult."
The young man who used to be his eromenos just buries himself deeper into his
embrace and chuckles, "I don't see you letting me go."
"How can I?" He mouthes silently into the blond's skin. The young man hums in
delight and starts sneaking his fingers into cloth ties and stripping him of
his robes. He tries again, speaking out loud, "You've hit your maturity, you
should be getting a wife. Children."
"There are many things I 'should be doing'." The orphan had mentioned to him
before with bitterness the things expected of him (from his 'barbarian'
mother's lineage) and from him (because he was family-less and 'unprotected'
and- you should let me pay for that, lovely.)
It'd made the silver-haired commander rage when he'd found out, because whoever
that was had essentially been trying to strip the boy of his citizenship, since
free men do not sell themselves and to sell oneself was to revoke one own's
rights. But he'd only found out after the blond had securely become his
eromenos and the teen had swayed his hand, saying it was in the past and no
harm was done as he hadn't been weak enough to give in.
That brightness of soul, that forgiveness, always humbles him. Athens needs it,
on her Council.
"You want to be Strategos like your father," he reminds the young man.
"And I'll be one no matter what they think of me."
They're skin to skin now, and the commander knows he wouldn't be able to think
if they'd kept touching so he yanks the blanket up and around and wraps the
blond up tight in it. "Why won't you listen," he murmurs into that hair, trying
to keep him still. "It matters that they don't think you weak. Men don't cling
to their erastes."
"If they think me weak then they won't guard against me," he counters, "Gah,
you fought so hard for me and now you're trying to push me away?"
Naruto had been one of the most sought after youths of his generation, and
though not as hotly contested as his dark-haired yearmate, the competition for
him was still fierce. The silver-haired man originally returned to Athens from
the Macedonian front when he'd heard that the son of his own erastes was
starting to be pursued. He'd planned to play the role of pedagogos, guarding
him against unwanted advances, since the boy's deceased father could not assign
him one. But then he'd laid eyes on the blond.
Thinking back, he'd probably engaged in more personal confrontations during
that time than he'd ever had over a similar period on the battlefield, and had
found himself fending away men from the boy's window and front stoop, claiming
them as his own.
"Here again?" the boy had teased him.
"Your threshold is comfortable," he'd excused himself, drooping.
"Liar," and the blond had tried to duck and peer into the hood of his robe, but
he just turned away. He'd promised himself not use his name to bargain,
promised himself not use his status to bend him, but it'd made Naruto huff, and
ask petulantly, "Why won't you let me know who you are?"
"You already know who I am," Kakashi had replied, cheerfully, hand at that
tanned cheek. "I am the man who has claimed the right of your stoop. The one
who has attempted and failed to write you poetry that 'you didn't want anyway',
whom you have kissed in the dark when I told you I believed in you, and who
even still believes that you could be Strategos. The one whom you've told that
*that* was better than any poem." And Kakashi had reached down and palmed the
teen's cock, "I am the one who has touched you here more than any other and I
know the feel of you almost better than my own."
The blond's eyes had widened and darkened, his breathing quick.
"Do you know that when you leave me, I let myself smell my fingers? That I lick
them to try and catch a taste?"
The boy had groaned, and leaned into him more, and he'd tilted his head to
further duck his face into his hood's deep shadows.
"Would you let me teach you your body? Even not having seen me?" he'd murmured,
"Would you call me your erastes?"
"Yes," the blond had finally conceded and embraced him and pressed his face
blindly into the shadows, seeking his mouth; he'd met him halfway, letting his
hood tilt back, finally in the sunlight. Those blue eyes didn't even bother to
open, for the longest time, and when they did, they'd looked at him astonished.
He'd half-expected to find himself dropped from those arms and bowed at, but
instead the teen had only said, "It's not like you're deformed. I thought you
had fish lips or something."
"Fish lips." He'd stated, eyes half-lidded in mild disquiet.
"Yes, Commander," the blond acknowledged, irreverent, sing-songed, "Fish lips,
maybe an ugly mole, or a big nose."
And when he'd tackled his new eromenos into a tree, the boy had only laughed
like Eos at morning.
"You would refuse me tonight?" the boy, grown into a young man strong, asks
now. "Tonight of all nights?" His head is bowed.
It's been ten years, exactly.
"Promise me you'll take a wife," he only replies, hands stroking against those
cheeks.
"I—"
"Please, promise me." He catches at that sweet mouth gently, beseeching.
"I-I promise," tears out of the man, whose promises were god-crafted, and there
is wetness at his eyes and desperation in his kiss. He only tips Naruto onto
his bed, tangles the young man into his limbs instead of the sheets, and tries
to make it a night worth remembering, because the blond will speed like Helios
into the day.
He does not stay long enough to watch his eromenos seek the bed of another.
Macedonia called.
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The arrow, when it hit, felt like nothing.
The poison, when it hit, felt like the hand of the fates.
He smiled into it.
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There is the sense of movement, of travelling in the darkness, and he is
concerned because he does not have the gold to pay the toll. It is cold.
Cold. He misses his sun, even though he gave him up for better things. He
wonders if that would be enough to grant him Elysium.
There is a cup at his mouth and he is about to drink it when he remembers, and
tries to push it away. He does not wish to drink of Lethe; he would keep his
memories, they are all he has. He tries to say so.
It's not Lethe,a woman's voice replies.
They would grant him to drink from Styx? He is astonished that he's offered
immortality, but he shakes his head; the price was to sip from the river of
hate, and he cannot hate his eromenos. Used to be, he reminds himself. Who used
to be, his. But not anymore.
You call it Archeron,a warm hand lifts his head. Drink.
Ah, that he could do.
He is used to drinking of pain.
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"I think he's waking up."
A face of sunshine and happiness pops into view, and he is astonished.
"Youdied?"
The blond snorted, "*You* didn't."
"Oh." He croaks. He does not know quite what to say, he realizes he feels a
little sore from stillness, a little weak from hunger, but remarkably alive.
"Water?"
He looks over and a pretty, young woman was there; by the color of her hair, a
northerner, though odd because in the afternoon light the red looked pink.
Probably a slave, he thinks, and nods. She brings forward a cup.
"She was the one who healed you up," the blond says joyful, "They brought you
back expecting you to die but she'd whipped up these herbs that no one knew
about and leeched the poison right out. None of their medics could do it."
The commander hummed while sipping some more, water had never tasted so
wonderful.
"Maybe now those Councilmen will believe me," Naruto grins, "When I say my wife
is—"
He spits out his water, "You married a barbari—"
There is a knife at his throat. "Are you going to make something of it?" She
hissed, fiery.
Kakashi eyes her, dismissively, "The Councilwould make something of his
marrying a Celt." Quietly, "They already grief him for his mother."
"Oh." The blade lowers. Then she tosses her head and says determinedly,
fiercely, "The Council don't know the antidotes that I do." The threat in that
statement shouted, they don't know my poisons, either.
He could only look at her vaguely impressed, this was no wilting flower from
Athen's noble quarter. If anything she'd struck him as Spartan, coltish and
strong. It was most probably a good choice for wife, to beget strong children,
though a nightmare politically. Thinking of the poisons however, perhaps she
might be a nightmare right back.
His blond smirks, "She's beautiful, angry, isn't she?" And hauls her in to sit
on his his lap, chuckling at her reaching to smack at his shoulder. "It's good
that you told me to marry."
And he aches, watching them together, but he can't look away. They're lovely
like that, her arching her neck back and him catching at her mouth and Kakashi
feels a bit warm as they grew heated, even as he felt cold, also.
But he remembers what he now knows is her voice when she asks him to drink of
pain. So he keeps watching even as the blond brushed her chiton away from her
breasts and as she shoved up the bottom of her- of herhusband's own. He watches
a pink nipple peek from between tanned fingers, as it gripped and rubbed like
it belonged there. He watches as his young man pushes into her, which he knows
even though cloth obscures their joining because of the way the both of them
groan. His throat is very dry.
His heart is very sore.
"You're wrong. This must be Tartarus," he murmurs, resigned.
Blue eyes dart up with surprise, then gentles, and the blond pushes the drape
of cloth aside to reveal how he's in her, wet, and that same tanned hand grips
her thigh and lifts it away, and says to him, "I'd thought you'd join in."
"...join?"He blinks and darts his gaze at hers, but green eyes were smiling
too, with welcome.
"There's room with us," she says full of warmth.
"I'm married," Naruto points out, when he opens his mouth to protest, "Like a
proper citizen."
And then she slips her fingers down, then up inside her, fingering her
husband's hardness and Naruto squeaks as she strokes.
"There's room," she repeats, wildly wicked, "And you're late."
And he breaks with a gasp, lunges forward to taste them, to tongue at the
blond's cock where it disappears into her and at her fingers still up in
herself. Their paired whimpers are delicious, too; he holds up her other thigh
to give himself more room and greets his blond's sack with a playful lick.
"You weren't kidding," she gasps out and takes her fingers out to brace
herself. His young man moans in agreement and slowly thrusts.
"Oh?" he asks as he mouthes at Naruto's hardness as it slides out, then laps at
the nub of her when it was all in; they are all but sobbing from it.
"He bet me," she says, in between her breaths, "That you— you'd be
irresistible. That I'd find you to be—" The end of the sentence is a shriek as
he moved his fingers, of the hand not holding her thigh, up into her and next
to Naruto, and hummed gently, licking quickly, at where she'd wailed the
loudest. She comes with that shriek, fluttering against his fingers, pressing
them tighter against the blond's cock.
"Nngh," the young man grunts, and clutches madly at the base of himself.
Kakashi disengages gently and scoots himself upright. He reaches over the
northerner's shoulder to that scarred cheek, to feel his face twist, and is
given a kiss into his palm.
"What did you win?" The young man's wife looks too pleasured to answer,
herself, yet.
"The fact that you will be the first in her ass."
He collapses against them both with a groan and he feels his eromenos run
fingers through his hair. "You're giving me her First," Kakashi asks.
"You're good in there," he hears the grin, "I should know."
"But later," she interrupts, her breath finally caught again, tugs him even
closer still and lines their cocks together. She pauses as she raises herself
up, "If either of you moves suddenly I'm going to punch the both of you in the
windpipe."
"So uncivilized," he mutters and clutches at Naruto's hand as she slipped down
over them.
"That means he likes you," the blond pants to his wife conspiratorially,
squeezes his hand meaningfully, and they thrust into her carefully, partnered,
when she bottomed out. And it was exquisite, her wet silken tightness and his
familiar heat.
He'd given himself over to the Moirae when the fever hit. Atropos had wielded
her abhorred shears around him far too often, his family, his comrades, his own
dear erastes, and he'd been surprised that she'd waited that long.
But apparently The Weaver is not done with him yet. There is no other
explanation for why he's still breathing. The arrow should have been fatal but
a bird taking flight startled him. The poison should have killed him, but his
eromenos married a Celt who was a healer. The travel back to Athens alone
should have finished him off, but here he is, slid up tight next to his
beloved, and alive.
Naruto's groans are muffled into her shoulder, and curses slip, dirty, from her
mouth, and Kakashi's fighting from coming with all his will, and if this—
If this is where the gods will him to be, thrusting up into this fiery beauty
twined with the one who pierces his heart, if the gods so strongly wills him to
embrace the one who is like the sun, well, he will bow to their wishes, then,
gladly.
He will pay for it later, like Icarus; or... perhaps he'll learn how to swim.
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                                     end.

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AN: That was super great fun. XD And I loved the irony of Kakashi trying to
refuse Naruto 'cause Naruto was too old. And I hope that people weren't too
turned off by the Sakura, and that despite the relative namelessness that
everyone made sense? o.0; The idea of attempting to make their names Greek hurt
my head. But Japanese names in a Greek setting hurt my head too, so I tried to
use them as sparingly as possible.
The following is what I've managed to understand of ancient greek culture
through liberal use of wikipedia. I MAY BE WRONG; and if so take it as this
particular fic's AU. Also I'd realized in hindsight how much I adored greek
myths and slipped in references that people may not get AT ALL, so I added in
notes on those.
Athenian pederasty - the practice of having older lovers, 'erastes', court male
teens, 'eromenos', really I would recommend a quick browse at it's entry in
wikipeadia, it's kinda interesting
citizenship -a statesman at one point was actually stripped of his status due
to the fact that he sold his body when he was younger, there were apparently
some surviving court documents that included arguments against him
Athenian government -democratic insomuch as it were if you weren't a slave or
female. There were 10 Strategos which were basically like generals that were
also statesmen and they were pretty much the highest ranking people of their
city-state in both military and government, which were tied pretty closely
together.
erastes and eromenos relationship past maturity -roughly, once you become an
adult it's expected that you don't sleep with your erastes anymore, 'cause that
would put one on a level with slaves or women. There's expected a life-long
friendship however; though sometimes the parting is bitter and they hate each
other.
Macedonia - where the Greek city-states mostly adopted democracy, provided you
were male and greek, Macedonia was royalty-based with serfdoms and everything,
and expanding rapidly. Basically, "You're a creeping stain on the Free World!"
::cough:: The irony is delicious, I know. This is roughly the time of Philip, a
titch before Alexander the Great hit the scene.
pedagogos - slaves hired to guard rich men's son's from being forced. Granted,
apparently part of the courtship included a lot of hands on cocks... according
to the vases, if they're to be taken literally, potential eromenos were greeted
with one hand to the cheek and another on the penis.
Celts -Roughly a decade or so before this fic was when Rome was sacked by the
Gauls, and the Celts came down too and sorta joined the party here and there.
Everyone likes a free lunch. .;
Lethe -a river of the Underworld. Forgetfulness. Drunk before one is rebirthed.
Styx - a river of the Underworld. Hate. Immortality. Apparently Achilles was
dipped in this by his mother, except for his heel which was where she was
holding him.
Archeron - a river of the Underworld. Pain.
Tartarus -essentially grecian version of Hell.
Moirae - the three fates Clothos (the spinner), Lachesis (the weaver/measurer),
Atropos (the cutter/shearer)
Icarus - his inventor dad created wings to bust them out of prison. He was
warned not to fly into the sun, but he did it anyways, causing his wings to
melt, and so he drowned when he fell into the sea. Supposedly was based on when
a king/noble escaped imprisonment and his son fell off their boat.
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