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By : djserani
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He'd been right about one thing. If there's one person he was going to learn about gay sex from, he couldn't have picked anyone better than Konoha's Playboy, Kakashi Hatake. Not that he'd picked Kakashi, no. For reasons beyond Kotetsu's understanding, the man had picked him for the night.
And the first thing the copy nin had done was teach him how to kiss. It was almost embarrassing, really. No woman he'd kissed in the years since he'd lost virginity had come close to what that man could do with his mouth. He'd been insanely aroused without his clothes having been moved. At all.
He was so good, that Kotetsu hadn't even registered, at first, that the mask was down. His brain had pretty much simply turned off. He'd always been the aggressor at kissing, as most women seemed to want. But with Kakashi, he hadn't had a choice.   The man's kisses demanded, pulled, dragged responses from a person and all Kotetsu could do was hang on for the ride.
Then it got even worse. He pulled back long enough to take his own vest off and the younger man was so thrown off by that face that he stopped dead and stared. He was, as everyone had ever thought, gorgeous. The kind of face that people would start fights over, women would probably faint over and Kotetsu wondered if, after all these years, half the reason the mask stayed up was just to save the village's collective sanity.
He managed to shake his head and turn his attention to his own vest. After a false start or two, he got the zipper down, but apparently he was a little too slow for the copy nin because he gently pulled Kotetsu's hands aside and finished the job for him. His shirt came next, then he did something that really surprised the younger man. He pulled him close and wrapped his arms around him.
That was all, just… a touch. Skin against skin and Kotetsu's eyes closed, realizing that he rarely took the time to do things like that when he was with the women he'd taken home. They'd… well, they'd fucked, that was about the extent of it. They were usually drunk enough to be pretty wound up so that by the time they were getting in the door - whichever door they went to - they were basically having sex in the entryway. Sometimes, they'd make it all the way to a bed, but not always. They'd fuck, hard and fast most of the time, then sometime afterwards, he'd leave. Maybe, if they were in bed, she'd fall asleep and he'd slip out. Or she would, it wasn't always him. But he couldn’t remember a single time that didn't involve something like that.
So this, just touching like this, was completely new. Kakashi took those insane lips of his and started a trail down Kotetsu's neck and he suddenly found it very difficult to just breathe. How in the hell that could be, he had no idea.
He realized he was just standing there, letting the other man do everything and so he reached up and tentatively touched the chest in front of him. So different from a woman's. And not just because of the lack of breasts. The muscles felt good to him, the tautness of the skin and, after a glance up at the other man, he leaned in and put his lips over one of the scars.
Kakashi sucked in a breath. Kotetsu jumped back a little, but the older man put his hand through the spiky hair and pushed him back. "It feels good," he whispered. So he leaned in and did it again. Before he knew it, he was covering the chest in tastes and light bites. "You can mark me," he said, quietly and Kotetsu glanced up one more, then sucked a bit of the skin into his mouth. He was rewarded with a moan from the man above him.
He felt hands over his back, down over his ass and it felt good enough to pull a moan out of his own throat. The lips captured his again, and Kotetsu went just a little crazy. His arms went up over the shoulders around Kakashi's neck and he threaded his fingers through the silver hair. He put as much as he could into the kiss and realized that he was learning what the copy nin liked.
Yet another of his shortcomings when it came to sex. Because it had always been so hard and fast, he'd never taken the time to learn about his partner. Oh, he knew, generally speaking, how to have sex, but he'd never spent enough time with anyone in particular to learn what they liked. God, he felt like such an idiot in that moment.
But the other man wouldn’t let him be distracted for long. He fixed his mouth to Kotetsu's neck and sucked hard, bringing his attention fully back. He groaned loudly, Kakashi pulled him closer in and their erections rubbed against each other through their uniform pants. That's when it got through to him just how aroused and turned on he was by all of this.
There was no question about it at this point. He liked men. He'd probably been fooling himself for a long time about it. His mind flashed briefly to Izumo, but he pushed the image of his best friend aside. He didn't want to think about him right then. He wanted, instead, to think about this man, doing insane things to him.
"What…" he paused and took a deep breath. "What do I do?"
Kakashi smiled slightly and Kotetsu stared at the mouth. The mouth alone could be deadly, setting aside the rest of the man.   He blinked and raised his eyes up to meet the one open one. "Why not get undressed?"
Duh. His cheeks colored at that, feeling more than a little foolish, but he turned to fumble with his pants. When the stupid button didn't want to behave, he took a deep breath and attempted to calm down just a bit. Finally, he managed to get his pants open and, stifling further color, he let his pants and boxers drop.
Before he had a chance to get uncomfortable, though, Kakashi was there again, up against his back, running his hands over him. He felt the hand on his bare ass, the other over his hip as the copy nin put his mouth once more on his neck. He moaned again, then felt the other man against his ass. A hard cock and he couldn't believe how much he wanted to feel it.
Oh hell yeah. Nothing he was feeling tonight was close to the things he'd felt before. He turned to face him and decided it was time to be a bit more of a participant in what was happening. He swallowed hard, then leaned up to kiss the man again. As he did so, he let his hand glide down over that sexy chest until it touched his cock.
He didn't know what he expected. It felt a lot like his own, only longer and a bit thinner. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking it gently, the way he liked when he started masturbating. This earned him a loud moan. "Fuck, yeah." Kakashi groaned softly. He pumped into Kotetsu's hand for a moment, his eyes closed, his head tilted back, before grabbing his wrist and pulling it away.
The copy nin backed them up to the bed and, after another kiss, pushed him back onto it. The younger man laid back, nervous once again. Kakashi looked up at him and smiled, then lowered his mouth to Kotetsu's cock.
Oh God, that was good. Holy God, he thought he must have died or something. That couldn't possibly feel that good. This man had obviously given many, many blow jobs before. Kotetsu buried his hands in the silver hair, his eyes closed and sounds he'd never heard himself make before issued from his throat as the copy nin worked his cock over.
He could have sworn there was chakra involved in some of that. He'd swallowed him completely, done things with his tongue he'd never thought possible, sucked him hard enough to make his eyes cross. His hips wanted to move, his hands fisting in the hair, but Kakashi held him down, keeping him still and it only made him crazier.
"Oh fuck. Fuck.. I'm… I'm going to come," he was close, so close, but the older man pulled back. He stared at the ceiling, trying hard to get a hold of himself. He couldn’t remember ever in his life being this aroused.
He looked down to see both of the mismatched eyes trained on him. He worked his way up Kotetsu's body, kissing, nibbling, even licking in spots and his arousal only got worse. Kakashi leaned in when he got back to his face, their hard cocks rubbing against each other again, and when he caught those lips, he tasted some of himself on the other man's tongue. It, in itself, was even arousing. "I want to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you hard before this night is over." He paused to suck once more at Kotetsu's neck and the younger man couldn't hold in another moan. "I'm well aware of my reputation in the village, but I want you to remember who you're with tonight."
"Fuck, Kakashi how could I not?" The younger man whined.
The copy nin smiled. "Good." His smile died. "I'm not a stand in."
Kotetsu shook his head. "No. No you're not." he was briefly confused until he realized that this man, playboy or not - and he wasn't entirely convinced after all that he was one, but he wanted to make sure that he was thinking only about him. Not Izumo. "Kakashi… I have no doubt in my mind who I'm with. No doubt who I'm thinking about."
"Good." And the look in the other man's eye was just a little predatory. Kotetsu swallowed. He leaned forward, his lips working their way over the younger man's chin and neck again.
Kotetsu would probably never in his life forget that night. Never in his life forget that experience. Years later, when he'd had other experiences, he'd find some that were actually better than that one, but it would always be a very vivid and very good memory.
The very first one had been a bit awkward, he'd admit that, but that had been simply because he had no real idea what to expect. But once Kakashi had gotten him past all of that, it had been insane. He'd spent time teaching him about giving oral, taught him how to use chakra to help him take a cock deeper into his throat, then coached him on how to use it to make it even better for the person he was going down on. He'd even given him the chance to feel the other side of anal sex, which Kotetsu would found out much later was a huge bit of trust he'd given.
He'd actually discovered he liked it the other way around better. He liked the feel of a cock in his ass, filling him up, the sensations of it sliding in and out of him. And then when he hit his prostate, Kotetsu thought he really had gone crazy.
No, he much preferred that side of things. He wouldn't learn until later that it was called "bottoming." Kakashi hadn't spent a lot of time talking, except to give directions now and again when they were needed. But the older man had been more than happy to turn things back around.
He'd taught him positions and shown him that most of the ones he could do with a woman could be done with another man. It might mean being slightly more flexible, but as shinobi that wasn't much of a question. He had spent a bit of time explaining why he'd gone to great lengths to stretch him as much as he did. And how uncomfortable and embarrassing it would be to show up at the hospital bleeding because he wasn't careful enough. Kotetsu had a feeling the man was speaking from experience.
He didn't get much sleep that night at all. They'd even taken a couple of showers in there when things had gotten just a bit too messy. It was, in fact, close to dawn by the time they were both exhausted, and Kotetsu started to wonder if he should get up and leave.
He lay there, watching the sun come up, fighting the need to slip under and sleep. "Do you have gate duty today?"
Kotetsu shook his head. "No. Usually don't on the weekends, thankfully."
"Then get some rest." Kakashi leaned up over him. "Unless you have a problem sleeping with me." This was accompanied by a slight twist of his lips.
Kotetsu chuckled. "No, I don't. I was just trying to figure that out, actually."
"Get some sleep. And if you're up for it later, I wouldn't mind having you again."
The younger man gulped. He heard Kakashi's answering chuckle and the last thought he had before slipping into unconsciousness was, what did I get himself into?

He wasn't in his bed. Izumo stared at the made bed in Kotetsu's room, trying to understand what he was seeing. He'd gotten home a few hours after leaving the bar and had slipped past his best friend's room quietly, assuming he was either in that bed with someone or already asleep.
It still annoyed him that he felt a pang when he thought of Tetsu in bed with someone else, but who was he to question it? Didn’t he do the same damn thing? He shook those thoughts off. That wasn't a concern now.
The fact was, the bed hadn't been used, there was no sign of his best friend and roommate and that had never happened before. He blinked into the room another minute before turning away. He couldn’t very well panic over it. Just because it had never happened didn’t mean it couldn't. He must have fallen asleep with whatever woman he'd gone home with.
But he never had before. He didn't sleep with them. He fucked them, yes. There was no question about that. But he'd never actually slept with them and based on the time - nearly ten o'clock! - there was no doubt he was, by this time, asleep.
Unless something happened to him and Izumo wouldn't let himself think that yet. If he didn't show up by noon, he'd have to see about going to the hospital to make sure he wasn't there. If he wasn't there, then the only conclusion he could come to was that he was with someone. He wouldn't be in jail, which is the only other thing that might be a concern. Because if he was in jail, he would have already sent word.
No, the only two options that Izumo could think of were that he was either in the hospital or in some woman's bed. Annoyed with himself for worrying, he went into the kitchen to make tea and get a late breakfast.
But after he ate the warmed up rice and miso soup and he still had no word from Tetsu, he was starting to get worried. He busied himself cleaning up the dishes, then forced himself to start laundry, but when noon came and went, he gave up. He was just getting to the door, ready to put his sandals on when the door opened and the very person he was worried about walked in.
Izumo blinked at his best friend. His usually spiky hair was flat, he had marks all over his neck and the look on his face could only be described as 'well-fucked.' He swallowed and blinked at him.
"I'm sorry, Zumo. I… um, fell asleep." And to his dismay, Tetsu blushed!
Izumo's eyebrows shot up. "I… take it you went home with someone last night?"
The other man nodded. "Yeah. And we're going out tonight again." He kicked his sandals off and moved further into their tiny living room.   "Um, supposed to be at seven, but I wouldn't count on anything until probably eight or even later." He laughed.
Izumo blinked. "Wait, are you meeting her?"
"Um, no." Kotetsu paused. "No, um… they're picking me up."
"Okay. Well, um…" Izumo blinked, surprised. "Congrats?"
His friend smiled. "Thanks, Zumo. Now, I need more sleep. It was a, um, very long night." He dropped a hand on his friends shoulder, then headed in and disappeared into his room, closing the door behind him.
Izumo stared after him. What the hell had that been all about? Who was she? And shewas picking himup for an honest-to-God date? He shook his head. Something wasn't adding up, but he couldn't figure it out. Instead, he went to switch laundry loads and concentrate on that stuff, but the questions refused to go away.

He wished he'd leave. It was cowardice, pure and simple. He wasn't ready to face what his best friend would say or think and he knew better than to think he could hide it from him. He'd know before too long.
It wasn't because it was Kakashi. That, he was sure of. There was no doubt the man was a sex god. And anyone in their right mind would be thrilled to go out with him, whether it was just dinner or whether there was definitely going to be more after the fact. And he had no doubt there'd be more after the fact. No, it wasn't who specifically.
But he'd just figured this out the night before. Or, at least, admitted it with a bit of prodding from the copy nin himself. And he wasn't quite ready to try to explain it all to his friend. He'd been vague that morning deliberately, to avoid the discussion and had somehow thought maybe Izumo would be gone by the time Kakashi picked him up - gulp! - for their date.
Dear God, he was going on a date. With a man - with Kakashi. No, no, he couldn't think too much about it yet, he'd panic. And Kotetsu, for as crazy as he could be, didn't panic. Hell, his actual dating - not just taking someone home from the bar - had been rare enough as it was. So it was fair for it to be odd to just be dating, right?
He shook his head at himself and glanced at the clock. He'd been ready - ridiculously, he knew better - by seven. He'd worn basic pants and a sweater, and had found himself weirdly nervous about that, before he got annoyed with himself. It was just a damned date.
He glanced at the clock again; it had only moved by a minute. It was only seven-thirty and he knew better than to expect him already. The man would be late to his own funeral.
He was sitting on the couch next to Izumo who was pretending to read a magazine. He knew better, the page hadn't turned since seven, but he kept up the pretense. The tension in the air could be cut by a knife, it was crazy. The stupid little clock on the wall was ticking so loudly, it, alone, was scraping along Kotetsu's nerves.
But shockingly, just fifteen minutes later, he felt the chakra approach and heard the knock at the door. He glanced at Izumo, who's eyebrows were raised. Neither of them could miss the level of chakra being broadcasted, and they were doing it deliberately. Whoever was on the other side of the door was one damned powerful ninja.
Kotetsu stood up and hurried over to the door. He glanced back over. "Well, um, I don't know when I'll get home, don't… don't worry about me, okay?"
Izumo nodded mutely, and Kotetsu turned back to the door. He pulled it open to see Kakashi in civilian clothes of dress pants and dark grey sweater, complete with mask, leaned against the jamb, the happy crease to his visible eye. "Yo! Sorry I'm late, there was this old lady that needed help crossing the street and…"
Kotetsu laughed, some of the tension in him easing. "Bullshit. Come on."
Kakashi waved over Kotetsu's shoulder toward Izumo who waved back half heartedly, the shock clear on his face. Then the two of them turned toward the street, the door closing behind them. "He didn't know who you were going out with, did he?" Kakashi asked, quietly.
Kotetsu's smiled faded and he shook his head. "No. But…," he paused, looking into Kakashi's good eye. "I want it clear that it's not because it's you. It's… you're male."
Kakashi nodded. "Okay."
He sighed. "I just figured out the gay thing last night, okay? I have no idea how to tell him yet." He swallowed and stopped at the edge of the street.
Kakashi considered him a moment. "I can understand that, actually. It took me forever to tell the person who was closest to my best friend at the time. How about we just go get something to eat?"
Kotetsu nodded. "Yeah, I… wasn't able to eat much of anything earlier."
"Okay." He turned to walk down the street, taking Kotetsu's hand. "How about barbecue?"
"That's fine with me." The younger man said, then glanced down at their hands. "I… gotta be honest, I have no idea what to expect."
"What do you do when you go on dates?" Kakashi asked, not looking at him.
Kotetsu cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. "Um, well, see… I don't do a lot of regular dating." He flushed, feeling like a total slut in that moment. "I did a lot of picking up in the bar and not much else, trying to deny what was going through my head, if you want the truth."
"I always want the truth, and I actually understand that, too." They walked in silence for a while until they got to the restaurant. "I didn't date a lot, either for a long time."
As they were seated, the younger man looked over at him. "Really?"
"It's true. I spent too much time concentrating on my duties as a shinobi.   I know you've heard the rumors and seen the tattoo, so you know I’m former ANBU. It doesn’t leave time to date, and rather discourages it."
"Yeah, I've heard the stories. About you specifically and about the group as a whole. There are a ton of rumors around it." He shook his head. "I have to admit to never really wanting to get into ANBU."
"It's not for everyone." He paused as the waitress came to take their order. Kotetsu ordered sake, but promised himself he would not get drunk that night. He wanted his wits about him for once.
"No, I guess it isn't. There are other chuunin who seem like they don't want to go farther than they have. Iruka-sensei, for one." Kotetsu said when she left.
"Yeah, but he's an interesting one." Kakashi glanced up. "Have you heard that rumor?"
The younger man raised his eyebrows. "I'm not sure what you mean. About Iruka-sensei?"
"Yeah. I've known him for quite a long time." He considered the younger man a moment. "If I tell you this, it's in confidence, even if it's only a rumor."
"Of course. I won't even tell Zumo."
He sighed. "The rumor is that Iruka was ANBU at one point."
Kotetsu's eyes widened. "I thought I heard something like that, that he had an… ability or something, but I've rarely seen him go out."
"Yeah, they said he'd ended up on a really bad mission - the kind most shinobi don't recover from."
"Geez. I knew he liked teaching, but I didn't realize." Kotetsu shook his head. "I figured his teaching was the only reason he didn't really go further. You know, so he didn't get pulled from the classroom." Kakashi looked surprised, but nodded. "Makes me even more glad to be where I am." He frowned. "I used to complain about not going out more, but Zumo reminds me that there's something to being the one here to help defend if things get ugly. And they certainly have often enough since we've been shinobi."
"Izumo's right. Missions are missions and they're necessary for any hidden village to survive, but where would the people be if there weren’t those who stayed behind to watch over them?" Kakashi paused to take a sip of his sake.   "Anyway, first I was in ANBU, then, well, you know some of what's happened, through the rumor mill." He chuckled. "Some of it is greatly exaggerated, I assure you. I doubt I really know a thousand different jutsus. But anyway, I'd been so busy worrying about being a shinobi, I didn't date much."
"You're certainly not the only one like that." Kotetsu stared into his own bottle. "Even those of us who aren't out all the time don't always think of it first."
"Right. So, truth be told I haven't done a lot of dating, myself. But I suspect I've done more than you, at least when it comes to men." He paused as their food was brought out. When she'd left, he continued, "but here's how I've handled it. I asked you out, so I figure I can buy a meal and maybe we can do other date-type stuff, like talk, maybe get a drink or whatever. We can stop at the Krooked Kunai, if you want or if you're not comfortable showing up with me there yet -- and for the record, I understand -- we can go somewhere else for a drink. We could even go to a movie. Or we can eat dinner and just go back to my place. Since, I'm sure, you're not comfortable going back home."
Kotetsu stared at him a moment. "Well, that's very… normal."
Kakashi laughed. "I think that's one label that's rarely put on me." He continued chuckling a moment, then glanced up from his plate. "Does that sound good?"
Kotetsu nodded, relaxing. "Yeah." He chuckled. "Shit. I think I'm just going crazy."
"That may be, but I doubt it's just from this." Kakashi said and turned to his food.
"Yeah, right…" Kotetsu laughed, shaking his head and concentrated on his own meal. This had to be the most bizarre night of his life. And so far, he was loving it. He asked himself again, what the hell had he gotten into?
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