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“No, no, no.” Kakashi waved his pocky stick in their faces. Sasuke looked like he might surge forward and bite it right out of his hands. But Kakashi was teaching, like an actual teacher, and all three were listening for once.
“The Claim on Naruto is different than my claims on you two. Being an Omega, and in fact my chosen, bonded and bedded Omega, Naruto is essentially under my sole protection. Older scrolls would call it ‘ownership’ or something equally as distasteful, but the sentiment is there. He’s mine. No one else can touch him, put their hands on him, or even attempt to scent mark him. He’s mine, and I will defend him.” Kakashi crunched the last of the pocky before tossing the scraps of the package in Naruto’s nearby garbage bin. “You two are considered my….well, my young.”
“Are we your kids?” Sakura asked innocently. Kakashi blanched, as did Sasuke, and Naruto popped off Kakashi’s cock long enough to snicker at her.
“Yeah Sakura-chan, we’re all a big happy family that just fucks in the same room all the time.” He smacked his deliciously red mouth, a bit of drool escaped to his chin. The other two couldn’t see him, but Kakashi could.
“Oh, shut up.” Sakura blushed. “My parents live in a very different culture, I’m still getting used to this.”
“Civilians don’t have the same drives that shinobi do. You found, I think, that when you were small you weren’t challenged enough by your civilian playmates? You were hungrier, faster, smarter, stronger?” Kakashi watched as Sakura hesitantly nodded, while Naruto slipped back down in a comfortable position to start licking Kakashi like a lollipop. His hands clutched at the base of Kakashi’s cock, right where his knot forms. The boy was looking for a come bath if he kept that up. “That means that even though your parents are civilian level shinobi, both genins with no desire to advance, you were born with a higher than average chakra system. That meant, biologically, you were already prepared to be a shinobi on the fast track.”
“Does that happen often?” Sasuke asked, one hand clutching his shirt while his eyes couldn’t tear away from where Naruto worked, the Uchiha leaned over sideways to keep his eyes on that little tongue. The blonde licked his lips and grinned, teeth pressed right up against Kakashi’s length. Both Kakashi and Sasuke shivered.
“N-not all that often. Our Sakura-chan is mostly special I think, especially since she kept up with a class of Alpha clan h-heirs.”
Kakashi felt the back of his neck grow hot when Naruto made a loud slurping noise and dragged his tongue up Kakashi’s cock with pressure enough to make Kakashi feel like he should push back. His hips lifted just that tiny bit, and he lost himself in Naruto’s sloppy kisses on the weeping head.
“But Kakashi-sensei…Sensei!” Sakura broke him from his daze with a roll of her eyes. “Why are we your young? What does that mean for us?”
“It means,” Kakashi cleared his throat, putting a hand in Naruto’s hair. “You’re my…my teachables, my small little ones to impart knowledge, my students, my team. You’re mine, but not in the….sexually driven way…that Naruto is mine.” The blonde let out a helpless little moan at that, falling forward so far that he coughed and gagged. Kakashi’s gloved hand came around to cup the back of his blonde head.
Was Kakashi a bad man for getting a little thrill up the spine at the sound of that?
Sakura stole the rest of Sasuke’s pocky, who didn’t even twitch, and ate it in large, humming bites.
“I’m glad you’re our Sensei.” Sakura says, like she was giving her permission. Kakashi’s vision whites out as he comes, drenching Naruto in a flood of white slick. Sasuke orgasms in his pants, and Sakura licks her lips of the crumbs, “This is the best team.”
“You said it, Sakura-chan!” Naruto chirps from beneath the table and Kakashi starts to laugh.
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All in all, it only took a month before news of the Claiming was carried to the ears of the Elders. Kakashi was surprised it took so long, but perhaps he overestimated the level of attention they put on Naruto.
“You are…aware of the issues surrounding this particular omega?” Councilman Homura said, old and wrinkly and smelling like dust.
Kakashi remained silent.
“Say what is meant.” Danzou interrupted, brisk as a morning wind. “The omega is the Jinchurriki of the Nine Tails. He should be a weapon, primed and ready for war. He should not be distracted by some weak-minded Alpha’s attempts at Claiming.” The other Elders stiffened at that. How bold.
Kakashi refused to twitch at the insult. Even the vaguest notion of Naruto’s name being in this man’s mouth was disgusting.
“Danzou, be realistic. Naruto’s first bloom was brought about by Kakashi himself, that is irrefutable. There is no legal sway between the bond of Claim and you know this.” Sarutobi mitigated, before pinning Kakashi with a serious look. “That being said, Jounin Hatake, Danzou does have a point. Naruto is the container for the Nine Tailed fox. He is, among other things, an important and strong asset to this village. An asset that would be irreplaceable, should, upon some twist of fate, someone were to defeat you and assume your Claim.”
Kakashi blinked dumbly. He hadn’t thought of that. He wasn’t…defeated. Ever. But the doubt niggled now, itching it’s way into his brain.
“We the Elders will approve this bonding only,” Kohaku narrowed her prune-like eyes, “upon the assumption that Jounin Hatake Kakashi has the power and ability to defend it. Are we clear?”
There was a lot the old biddy wasn’t saying, but Kakashi got it.
“Understood, Honoured Elders.”
Danzou harrumphed, but left without fuss, along with his two compatriots. Sarutobi took his Hokage hat off to rub his forehead. Kakashi wanted to pay attention, but a large part of his instinct was circling the thought ‘if someone were to assume your Claim’. Someone, who would defeat him. He would be dead, or dying, or unable to defend his small ones. That someone would assume ownership of his bonds, and that included his Claim to Naruto. His protection over Sasuke and Sakura.
No. No.
“Kakashi.” Sarutobi eyed him. The very first Beta leader of their village sighed and shook his head, before handing Kakashi a small certificate, signed by the Hokage and the council of Elders. “Protect him. You are one of the few who can.”
“Sir?” Kakashi held his bond certificate close to himself, memorizing the words binding Hatake Kakashi and Uzumaki Naruto before slipping it in the cover of his book.
“Naruto bloomed for you. That is rare. It is also indicative of your ability to protect him – something in him trusts you to rise to the challenge. And it is a very large challenge.”
A challenge that stood over two hundred feet and had nine swinging tails of mass destruction.
If he were anybody else, Kakashi would feel intimidated and perhaps doubtful. Instead, Kakashi thought of that mountain sized challenge and thought – opportunity.
“He’s mine.”
The Hokage watched him for one long moment, then he was dismissed with a wave of his hand. The old man shook his head, despairing of his ninjas all who were just so silly and driven by their knots. He had hoped Kakashi…well…the situation was as it was and now the village would have to deal with it.
Kakashi appeared in Naruto’s apartment, who was apparently being browbeaten to clean his dishes by Sakura while Sasuke investigated the literal horde of plants. The man swept his small omega up, and without further ado, laid a Claim bite on his scrawny, mouthful of a neck. Naruto screeched, before shuddering into a gooey mess. Then he’s fucked over the kitchen table, to gush out onto the floor and leave a stain.
Sakura watched, pink cheeked, and Sasuke pinched his nose closed.
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“You are just so powerful.” Kakashi hissed, diving his cock further into Naruto, seizing his bony hips to keep him still. “Your smell, your scent, fuck, just, Naruto.”
Naruto sobbed a bit, forehead against the wood floor.
The sound of a door unlocking reached Kakashi’s overwhelmed ears, and he had a split second to recognize Sasuke’s signature, rather than immediately killing whoever it was that disturbed them.
Sasuke stepped in, and Kakashi preened at the gasping groan the boy let out. A thump of a grocery bag, and then Sasuke was closing the door behind him.
“Good boys.” Kakashi purred, and Sasuke’s signature made a choking half bubble.
“Come here, Sasuke.” Kakashi said darkly, mind afire with images, with the safe and incredibly immeasurable knowledge that he had so many good young ones.
“K-Ka—” Sasuke wanted to say his name, but the overpowering blanket of alpha pheromones in the room made it impossible. He did as bid.
“Sakura’s at the hospital?” Kakashi didn’t even wait for Sasuke to nod. “Face Naruto, Sasuke. Face him and let him touch you.”
“Amaterasu save me.” Sasuke whispered, almost silently, reverent, and followed his teacher’s instructions. Naruto surged forward and kissed him, and Kakashi watched with the darkness of a man surrendered.
Sasuke trembled and gasped, and Naruto wiggled his way down the other, hung up on Kakashi and preening when the young, untested alpha groaned and expended himself before Naruto even got his whole mouth around his cock.
“Ah, youth.” Kakashi sighed, trying to sound unaffected. Naruto giggled, drunk, and bucked enough to make Kakashi waver on his knees.
“Sakura,” Sasuke slurred to nobody in particular, dazed, “Save me.”
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Kakashi tilted his head to Sasuke, and the boy got it in a split second. While Kakashi had his hands full, Sasuke slipped around the fussing Team Eight and put himself between Kiba – the loudest threat – and Naruto. His Uchiha expression made it explicitly clear what he thought of these interlopers on their mission.
Naruto huffed, settled slightly now that Kiba’s stupid dog scent wasn’t mucking up Kakashi’s. Pressing closer to ash and woodsmoke, Naruto swiftly put his forehead to the back of Sasuke’s neck in a brief, easy submission.
Kiba’s eyes bulged and Hinata blushed a deep fiery red.
Kakashi leveled an unimpressed glare at Kurenai, who smartly looked long-suffering and even slightly embarrassed.
Coming up with the package they were delivering, Sakura sighed and shook her head at the lot of them.
“Kakashi-sensei.” She said, holding the statue up to his eyes, “This is a fake.”
Sighing, because of course it was, Kakashi took it from her and let the three younglings gather around his hips.
“Thank you, Sakura-chan.” He eyed the statue and despaired. Now he would have to deal with that political nightmare. Then he sends Team Seven to train, handing over the metaphorical reins to Sasuke for once, who raises an eyebrow and sidesteps Sakura’s unholy gleaming eyes and reaching ‘gimme’ hands, and tells Kurenai to…well…stay out of the way.
Affronted, she keeps her side of the bargain but hovers nearby Team Seven because clearly, they needed some kind of proper role model. Within the space of an afternoon, Kurenai is swallowing her assumptions like a bitter pill, as Sasuke rides his teammates into the ground, forcing them to do things that Kurenai knows chuunin that can’t do, let alone for hours like Naruto does.
Sakura whispers in Sasuke’s ear, and then the training takes a devilish tone that forces Kurenai and her innocent Team Eight out of that side of the forest.
She speaks with Asuma when they come back to the village, but all her worries and fears only make him shake his head.
‘You don’t get it, Kurenai.’ He says, the ever-present smell of smoke for once not turning her stomach but comforting it. ‘It’s Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi and his disaster of a team. Nobody is going to touch that with a ten-foot pole, not unless you want to see your insides become your outsides.’ Kurenai swallows and tries to forget the small feeling of terror living in the back of her mind.
Team Seven is cute now, cute and strong and adorable in their young ways, but the image of their future, the large, sentinel giants of who they could become stand before her mind’s eye. Somehow the village doesn’t seem big enough anymore, not for the long shadows those images cast.
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Why is it, that Kakashi’s disaster of a team was miles ahead of the rest of their rookies? The first exam went off without a hitch and Kakashi’s three, alpha, beta, and omega (they weren’t supposed to succeed damn it!) blew the rest of the teams out of the water.
Then, in the second exam, despite being attacked by a goddamn missing sannin, Team Seven appeared in the tower blood drenched and vicious and unharmed. Kakashi disappeared from the jounin lounge and reappeared in the tower, a dark shadow of death and metal. Iruka stuttered, beta nose overwhelmed by the sudden overpowering scent of Team Seven and was thusly ignored (even though Naruto sent him a chirpy wave).
Naruto clambered up Kakashi like he was a jungle gym, Sasuke crossed his arms and bracketed Sakura, who leaned on Kakashi’s free hip with a tired sigh.
“This is stupid.” She grumbles into his jacket. “Who want’s to be a chuunin anyway?”
“Not me.” Naruto curls his face into Kakashi’s neck, mouth open and supplicant against the man despite the lack of sexual tension. Sasuke rolls his shoulders and clenches his teeth, pressing close to feel his team’s warmth.
Orochimaru. A white-faced man with oil in his mouth and eyes like physical touches. Disgusting.
“Train us.” He says to Kakashi, one hand absently curling around Naruto’s ankle and the other wrapping Sakura in close. “Train us.”
Kakashi pets his team and takes them away, and the third exam starts and ends with Team Seven standing together, a untied front. A defeated Bijjuu from the power of teamwork and love and friendship and Kakashi stands proud and gleeful.
The Sandaime is dead. Tsunade has been forcefully returned by a tiny blonde Uzumaki, and Kakashi has spent too long without his students.
He presses Naruto to the wall of his apartment, Sakura and Sasuke tripping together and taking over his bed, ready and watching, desperate to put their tiny family back together.
“Sensei.” Naruto whimpers into his ear, lithe fingers stripping Kakashi of his headband, his mask, his jacket, and shirt. Hands crushing the hips in his grasp, Kakashi presses forwards and licks a long stripe up Naruto’s neck.
“You need it.” Kakashi rumbles, somehow to all three of them but landing heavily around Naruto’s neck.
“I need it.” He answers mindlessly, his scent blooming outwards to envelope them all. So strong, so ready.
Sakura whimpers something sharp, and Kakashi lifts Naruto bodily up over his head so he can lick and bite between his legs. Naruto wails, eyes cracking open and feasting on Sakura, a pink and red blob under a voracious Sasuke, who holds her face up to watch.
“Sensei fuck me.” Naruto gasps out, desperate, and Kakashi kicks his way out of his pants on his trek to the bed. The four of them are all close together, sharing air in a way they never had before, and Kakashi lets himself go his own scent blanketing out and causing them all to come together, Naruto seizing around Kakashi’s suddenly inflated knot and wailing at the top of his lungs.
Somewhere in his soul, Kakashi realizes he’s gone. He’s lost it. Because it smells to him…now...like all three were a Claim, altogether. One wasn’t the same without the other two, and he collapses over them all.
“I’m going to die.” He says, mushed into the pillow sideways. Sakura giggles weakly, Naruto grumbles, half high and clenching on his knot just to make Kakashi hiss, and Sasuke…well…Sasuke’s asleep.
And they live on.