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Need You Now
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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"Naruto if you break that, I'll kill you." Kakashi warned, when Naruto picked up the statue on his coffee table.

"You can't kill me, Kyuubi won't let you." Naruto smirked. "What is this, anyway?" He tilted his head, puzzling over it.

Sakura sighed. "You're an idiot. It's Kakashi-sensei and Yamato-taichou," she said, snatching it out of his hands and giving it to Kakashi.

"Oh. I see," Naruto said, though he obviously didn't.

The copy-nin carefully placed it in the box he had on the kitchen table and went to retrieve the other statue Yamato had made for him. Those would be carried separately, by him and no one else. Well, maybe his lover. Maybe.

"Why do we gotta help you move, anyway?" Naruto whined.

Kakashi sighed. "Think of it as training." He turned to Sai, who was currently emptying his bookshelves. "Be careful with the Icha Icha books, please." Sai just raised an eyebrow at him and continued packing the books into a box as carefully as he already had been.

"Training?" Naruto asked with a raised eyebrow. "Ah! I got it!" He put his hands together, but Yamato grabbed them.

"Don't. There's not enough room in here for that." Yamato said, letting go of Naruto's hands and headed back into the kitchen.

Naruto pouted. "I was just going to summon a few."

Kakashi sighed. "You can do that when we have to carry them over."

That brightened the blond. "Okay! Where can I help, then?"

"Bedroom. Clear out the closet." Kakashi said, pointing, then joined Yamato in the kitchen. "How much of this stuff do you have?" He asked, opening his cabinets and lifting an empty box.

Yamato shook his head. "Next to nothing. I don't cook for myself."

Kakashi sighed and stared at the pile of dishes and utensils. "Well, then, we better get busy. I hate moving. How did I let you talk me into this?"

"Talk you into this?" Yamato asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah. You asked me, remember?" He said, pulling the pans out and putting them into the box.

"I really had to do a lot of convincing," Yamato said with a snort. "All I had to do was get a new bed."

Kakashi glared at the younger man, but his back was turned as he pulled the utensils out of a drawer so it was lost on him. He sighed and went back to what he was doing.

There was an advantage to a small apartment. It didn't take long for the five of them to pack it up and get it ready. Kakashi had allowed Naruto to summon a bunch of his clones for the move itself and in a ridiculously short time, his stuff was piled in Yamato's - their - living room.

"You know, Naruto, if you ever decide to give up on being Hokage, you could make a killing helping people move." Kakashi chuckled.

Sakura and Sai laughed. "Well, he certainly couldn't be a male prostitute with the tiny penis he has," Sai commented.

This caused another round of laughter for everyone except Naruto and, interestingly, Sakura, who busied herself with carrying Kakashi's clothes boxes into the bedroom. Kakashi watched her go and exchanged glances with Yamato, who shrugged.

Unpacking always takes longer, so it was much, much later that night when they flopped down together on the couch in the living room. Kakashi had carefully placed his statues on top of the bookshelves in the living room and his Icha Icha novels were in a place of honor on the first shelf of the biggest one. Kakashi looked over at Yamato, who had his head tilted back and his eyes closed. "Regretting it yet?"

Yamato shook his head. "Nope." He opened one eye and glanced over at Kakashi. "You did remember your toothbrush, right?"

Kakashi's lips quirked. "I knew I forgot something."

"Ha. Ha." Yamato closed his eye again and laid his head back. He knew for a fact that, after the statues and novels, it was the very next thing he'd unpacked, putting it in the cup next to his own toothbrush.

"How is it that I can train all day, travel incredible distances, engage in long fights and be okay, but moving a bunch of boxes and unpacking them exhausts me?" The younger man asked, suppressing a yawn.

"Maybe it was the fact that we got distracted twice�no, three times during the course of the unpacking?" Kakashi asked.

Yamato snickered. "That might have had something to do with it." He reached over and took Kakashi's hand in his own. "I'm glad you're here," he said, quietly, running his thumb over the back of it.

Kakashi shifted on the couch so he could look at the other man a little better. "I'm glad to be here." He reached up and brushed the brown hair back from his face a little. He leaned forward and their lips met in a soft kiss.

When they broke apart, Yamato sighed. "I want you again, but I don't think I have anything left in me." He pouted.

Kakashi laughed. "We have the rest of our lives. I'm sure it won't kill us to just go to sleep once."

Yamato frowned. "I suppose." The yawn broke through then. "Damn. Well, I need to clean up before bed. You are not going to want to sleep next to this."

"I'm just as bad. Come on." Kakashi said and they ambled into the bathroom together.

The shower went downhill quickly anyway and by the time they were out, they were both more than a little crazy. They barely made it to the bed before Kakashi was scrabbling for the compartment in the headboard. A moment after that, he was inside the other man.

"God, yes, Kakashi�" Yamato moaned. The copy nin took the other's cock into his hand to stroke as he pumped into him, hard and fast. And despite having been together three times already that day, it didn't last long.

When it was over, they lay together, their hearts pounding, breath still coming in gasps. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Kakashi said, panting.

"Why--" Yamato cleared his throat. "Why is that?"

"We're going to kill each other at this rate. I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off of you if you're this close all the time." Kakashi managed.

Yamato's lips split into a grin. "Yes, that's a terrible thing, isn't it?"

"Horrible. I can see the tombstone now: Hatake Kakashi. Not taken down in the line of duty, not by an s-ranked criminal, no. Killed during sex with his lover." Kakashi's lips twitched, fighting the grin.

Yamato snickered. "Mine wouldn't be much better. Yamato: Killed by wood, but not the Mokuton kind."

"Oh, that's bad." Kakashi stared at him for a minute, trying desperately to suppress the laughter, but lost. It took them five full minutes to calm down. "Yes, very horrible."

"Although, is there a better way to go?" Yamato asked, philosophically.

"No, I can't say I can think of one," Kakashi said with a chuckle.

Yamato stared at the ceiling, recovering the last of his wits when another yawn broke through. " Ugh. Need sleep." He sighed.

As they climbed under the covers and settled in, Yamato realized he was already getting used to having the other man next to him. He hoped and prayed they wouldn't get sent out separately much from then on. He wrapped his hand around the one resting on his chest, then lifted it to his lips, kissing it.

"I love you." Kakashi whispered and Yamato's eyes closed.

"I love you," he replied, his hand squeezing the other a little. He felt the light kisses on his shoulder and they settled in a little tighter together. He didn't notice when he fell asleep.

Living together brought its own share of� interesting experiences. Most of the time, they were able to split the chores and things pretty well. They both had their own particular domestic talents, or lack thereof.

Yamato discovered that Kakashi's was not washing clothes. He threw everything in together all at the same temperature, all with the same detergent. Even his own lighter-colored sweaters got thrown in with everything else. So after the first time Yamato's briefs came out grey with blue stripes instead of the white they were supposed to be, Kakashi was banned from the laundry room. The older man tried to tell him that they looked sexy on him, but after the withering stare from Yamato, he realized that discretion was the better part of valor and gave up.

Yamato, on the other hand, apparently was capable of burning water for tea. They both stared at the unidentifiable lump of charred meat in the pan that was covered in water and currently sitting in the kitchen sink. It had been moved there a moment ago after the two foot flames shot out of it. "What was that supposed to be?"

"Um, our dinner." Yamato cleared his throat, his cheeks coloring.

"But�what was it?" Kakashi asked, blinking.

"Pork. And rice." The younger man mumbled.

"Pork and rice? Which part was the rice?" Kakashi tilted his head a little, trying to distinguish one lump from another. If he squinted just right, the texture of the one near the handle looked like it might have been rice at one point. Maybe. Or that might have been the pork. He sighed. "Never mind. We'll have to get take out tonight." He stared for another moment at the pan, then glanced at his lover. "Um, and it might be better if you leave the cooking to me."

Yamato nodded. "Yeah, uh, right."

The only other real annoyance was the ninken's penchant for taking over things. Yamato tripped over Bull three separate times before he finally had enough. But even that wasn't the worst of it. It was Pakkun's untimely arrival that clinched it.

The first time Yamato tripped, he'd landed right on Bull's spiked collar in exactly the wrong spot. When Kakashi pouted over the fact that they wouldn't be having sex for a while after that, Yamato just glared and reminded him that the dogs were his. The second time, he'd hit his head and spent the better part of half an hour on the floor, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't until Kakashi noticed he was alone in bed that he came to investigate. The third was when Bisuke and Guruko were chasing each other across the house after Guruko had stolen Bisuke's bone. Yamato unfortunately chose that time to step out of the bathroom and right into the line of fire.

But the real kicker was when Pakkun came wandering into the bedroom in the middle of sex. He'd started screaming something about brain bleach and not being able to unsee the things he'd seen. Kakashi had kicked him out and banished the entire pack himself after that.

They were no longer allowed past the bedroom door. Ever.

As Kakashi surfaced from sleep, he heard the rather insistent knock on the door. He wondered how long they'd been knocking to be that forceful. It surprised him a little that he was so far under that he hadn't heard it right away. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was still very early.

He glanced down at Yamato and sighed. He was sleeping soundly, curled tightly into him, hair a mess and a smile on his face. His arms were wrapped around Kakashi's waist, holding on to him. The older man eased himself out from under him and out of bed, pausing to pull the blanket back over the other man.

The knock was getting more insistent, so he grabbed his robe off the hook and, rather than worrying about a mask, he covered his face with his hand before opening the front door. "Yes?"

Two ANBU, a male in a hawk mask and a female in a panther mask stood outside. "Yama-- err, I'm sorry, Hatake-san. We were looking for Yamato-san." The hawk-masked nin turned to the panther. "Damn, are�we at the wrong house?"

"This is the right house. They live together now." The panther replied, sounding annoyed. She turned back to Kakashi. "Is he here?"

"Are we supposed to ask for him?" The hawk asked.

The panther sighed. "Hatake-san is former ANBU and was Tenzou's squad leader." The 'dumbass' wasn't said but was strongly implied.

"Oh, right." The hawk turned back, clearing his throat. "Is�"

"Yes. Yamato is here. He's still asleep," Kakashi said, his stomach sinking.

"Hokage-sama has requested Tenzou-san report to her office," the panther said. "He has forty-five minutes."

"He'll be there." Kakashi said and he closed the door. When it was, he leaned back against it and closed his eyes. That much time to get ready only meant one thing. He could be gone a while. Shit.

He took a deep breath and went back into the bedroom, perching on the side of the bed. He looked down at his lover, who was still asleep and smiling, forcing his nerves to calm. Giving in to the need to touch, he reached out a hand and ran it over the soft russet hair.

Brown eyes opened and stared up at him. "What's wrong?"

Kakashi swallowed hard. "Tenzou's been called up."

Yamato closed his eyes and sighed. "Fuck."

The copy-nin's lips twisted. "That's one way of putting it. You're to report in forty-five minutes."

The younger man nodded. "I can be ready and get there in ten. Come here."

The robe disappeared quickly and then their lips were fused, their hands touching everything they could. It didn't take long for the note of desperation to leak in, for their need to burn hot. And when Kakashi slipped into him, their hands clasped, their fingers threaded and their eyes couldn't look away.

Everything they had trouble saying, everything that still couldn't quite come out seemed to hang there between them, but that was not the time for it. So they put their efforts into pleasuring the other, giving what they knew they could give, what was always good between them. And when they went off the edge, it stole their breath and sanity, and left them with something to hold on to while they were apart.

With five minutes left to get there, Tenzou stood by the door, tiger mask in hand and stared at his lover. "Don't do any laundry unless you absolutely have to." He said, trying to smile.

Kakashi forced a chuckle. "Right." He cleared his throat. "Here," he said and pulled one of his black stand alone cloth masks over Yamato's head and left it sit around his neck. "I don't have anything else right now. But�" He looked away.

Yamato pulled his face back around. "Thank you. I'll be home as soon as I can." He leaned forward and the kiss between them was damned near heartbreaking, even for the ever-aloof copy ninja.

Kakashi yanked the other man into his arms and wrapped them around him. "Be careful, for God's sake, please."

"I will," Yamato said, "I'll come home." They both knew that he couldn't really promise that, especially as ANBU, but if anyone would get close, it would be him. He had a nearly perfect record for a reason. "Before you even know I'm gone." He took a deep breath.

"Yeah, bullshit." Kakashi said with a small chuckle. "Get going, they'll accuse me of being the reason you're late. Say I'm a bad influence on you."

"You are." Yamato retorted. "I love you."

"I love you. Get lost." Kakashi opened the door and, after one last look at the older man, the tiger-masked Tenzou was gone.

Kakashi closed the door with exaggerated care, the urge to slam and shatter it strong. After fighting himself a moment, he gave in and put his fist into the wall next to him. It hurt like hell, he'd probably need to go see Sakura, but he felt better otherwise.
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Need You Now	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

Need You Now