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Need You Now
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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He leaned back against his couch from his spot on the floor and stared at the wooden sculpture sitting in the center of his coffee table. They were twined together, arms wrapped around each other, lips locked, eyes closed. The short shaggy hair on one was almost as unmistakable as the long spiky hair on the other. They were built similarly, the only real difference was that one was a few centimeters shorter than the other.
He sighed and shifted his attention to the other sculpture in his living room. It held the place of honor on the top of his lone bookshelf. The painstaking detail that had gone into it still amazed him when he took the time to study it. Wrinkles in the clothing, individual leaves on the ground, even the facial expressions were all in excruciating detail.
His eyes came back to the pictures he'd left on the coffee table. In one of them, they were together at the spring festival. They wore casual clothes instead of uniforms and were sitting together while they watched the fireworks. He had no idea who took the picture, it had been under his door a few days later. Their arms were almost around each other and they both had just glanced at the other. He remembered they'd nearly kissed right after that.
He swallowed and looked over the other pictures on the table. He chuckled at the disgruntled expressions in one, both of them having over imbibed a bit at the New Year's party. Another where they were at a birthday party, ridiculous party hats on their heads. One more outside the jounin facility. It was pouring rain and neither of them had remembered an umbrella. They were both soaked to the bone by the time they made it back to his apartment and he forced his thoughts away from the memories of how they'd warmed up.
He sighed and stood up, walking over to the window, glancing again at the picture from the festival on his way. It was only a few weeks old. He opened the window, ignoring the chill of the late night and breathed in the cool air. He shouldn't go. He should not do it. It was ridiculously late. He checked the clock -- one fifteen in the morning.
He turned away from the window and rubbed his hands over his face. When he dropped them, he was staring at the sculpture on the coffee table again. The hell with this, he thought. Kakashi grabbed his vest and keys, pulled his sandals on and left.

He poured the last serving of liquid out and tossed the empty sake bottle into the bin, turning back to the living room. Downing half of it in one drink, he winced as the alcohol burned a path down his throat. He sat on the couch, turned toward the window and stared.

He knew better, knew he'd be alone for the night, but he couldn't help wishing he'd see the shadow outside. He wanted, desperately, to see the curtain move. He needed, more than he was willing to admit, to see them part and for the figure to appear.
It was always like that. He didn't know how to use a damn door. Never could do anything quite the normal way. But then again, Yamato didn't think he would be so in love if he did, either.
He closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch. It was too late for something like that. He wished to hell he could just sleep. One o'clock in the morning. He glanced at the clock. One fifteen, he corrected himself.
He should be in bed. He should be asleep, even if he didn't have a mission in the morning. He wasn't on vacation or anything, could get called any time. It was stupid to stay up drinking like this.
But he couldn't get his mind off of him, couldn't stop thinking and dreaming about him, as the twisted sheets on his bed could attest to. So he was sitting up in his living room, drinking himself silly and willing the window to open instead.

The cold was sharper than he'd expected it to be. The night was still and very quiet, nothing out and about. He was the only fool moving through the darkness, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Even the gate guards and wall sentries were in their warm booths.

He should have grabbed a scarf, but Yamato's small house wasn't all that far away. He pushed a little more chakra into his jump. Now that he'd made the decision to go, he was impatient to be there and see him.
But when he got there and stood outside the small one story home, he paused. The only light he could see was very dim and looked to be back in the kitchen. He fought with himself, fought with the insanity of something like this. Maybe he was sleeping just fine. Maybe he wasn't up at this ungodly hour wondering if the same thoughts were going through the other person's mind.
He leaned against the wall of the house next door and closed his eyes. What was he doing? They may have said they loved each other, but so what? That didn't give him the right to show up in the middle of the night like this, assuming he'd be alone, assuming he'd want to see him. They hadn't made any kind of promises, so why the hell was he so insane about it?
He knew the answer to that, but wasn't quite ready to face it. He shook his head at himself, about to turn around, but the image of the sculpture on his coffee table flashed through his mind again. He wouldn't have anything if he didn't go in. He wouldn't know the answers to his questions if he didn't try. He spent all those years ignoring it, fighting it, and they were falling into a new kind of acceptance too much like the old habit of hiding for Kakashi's liking.
Sighing, he stood and stepped up onto the tiny porch. He eased the window back, the scrape of wood as it opened loud in the night. As he slipped in, he sent up a prayer that he wasn't going to screw this up, as he had so many other things in his life.

He couldn't believe it. He'd been sitting there, staring at the stupid window, willing the curtain to move. So when it really did, he was sure he was imagining things. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, but then he saw the sandaled foot reach the floor. It's twin joined it and he heard the rough sound of wood moving against wood as the window closed.

He swallowed hard and stood up, moving across the living room. The second the curtain parted, he had the other man in his arms, the mask down and their lips fused before either could say a word. He felt Kakashi's arms come around him and he nearly moaned at the feel of them, the sound only getting louder as the tongue ran along his, deepening the kiss.
When the need for air got to be a little too strong, they broke apart and he stared into the one visible eye. When Kakashi didn't do anything, Yamato blushed and started to step back. But the arms around him tightened, keeping him close.
They didn't, couldn't, say anything. Yamato reached up very slowly and pulled the headband off of the scarred eye, then leaned in again. This kiss was just as turbulent, nearly violent in their need. Their lips parted and their tongues slid along the other's, the feel and taste almost too much. Hands moved everywhere, the scrape of a zipper was heard, and there was a dull thunk as the heavy vest hit the floor.
Kakashi kicked his sandals off and they broke apart long enough for the gloves to get thrown somewhere and his shirt to be tossed away. Then those bare hands moved over Yamato's naked muscled back as their lips crashed together again. The younger man closed his eyes and savored the feel of the smooth chest under his hands. He never tired of running them over it, never could quite get enough of the gasps it pulled from his lover.
He inhaled sharply when the cold hand slid under his sweatpants and cupped one cheek. "Damn, your hands are cold," he murmured.
Kakashi smiled. "You'll just have to warm them up, then, won't you?"
Yamato chuckled. "Yes, but not in there, I'm not." He pulled at the hand in his pants and wrapped both of his own around it, kissing it gently. His smile faded. "I'm glad you're here."
Kakashi's other hand threaded through the brown hair and leaned in to kiss him again. He nibbled at Yamato's lips before crushing his mouth to his again. When they surfaced once more for air, he sighed. "I didn't think you'd be awake." That wasn't quite what he wanted or needed to say, but it was all he could manage to get out.
Yamato frowned. "Yeah, I… couldn't sleep." He dropped his face and stared at the thin line of hair on his lover's chest, trying to hide the color on his cheeks.
"Why?" Kakashi asked, shaking his head, not willing to hope it was want he wanted to hear.
"You," he said, simply, shrugging one shoulder. He started to turn away, not letting go of Kakashi, then looked back when there was no movement. He tugged on the hand in his. The copy nin followed him into the bedroom and glanced at the messy bed, taking in the twisted sheets and mangled pillows.
Kakashi pulled his lover back against him, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He trailed tiny kisses along Yamato's back, over his shoulder, and along his neck. Brown eyes closed on a groan, happy to feel that body once more against him.
It wasn't that they hadn't seen each other in a while. They'd spent the evening together just a few days ago. They'd curled up on Kakashi's couch and watched an old and very bad movie together. By the time the credits had rolled, their clothes had been scattered, hands were touching everything and lips were on each other.
This was ridiculous. He couldn't understand why he was fighting things so much. He'd wanted Kakashi for years - years. And now that he was here, now that they were together, he didn't know what the hell to do with him. Didn't know how to go from there.
Kakashi had been hinting for the entire three months they'd been together that he wanted to go public with their relationship. He hadn't come right out and said anything, however, and though they'd been seen together in public plenty, they'd never touched, never kissed or anything like that. Kakashi hadn't made the move and neither had Yamato. As far as anyone else was concerned, they looked like best friends and nothing more.
Which they were, no doubt about that. But they also loved each other. That was never ignored, at least in private. Every time they made love, it was there. Every time he looked into the mismatched eyes, he couldn't miss it. When they were curled around each other after it was over, hearts pounding, breathing short, the words were said.
But that was one thing. And that was fine, but were they going to spend the rest of their lives like this? Not talking about the rest of it?
How the hell were two people who never talked about their feelings supposed to do so? How were they supposed to figure out what to do if they hid everything? Yamato wanted to, but after so many years of covering up his feelings for Kakashi, so many years of burying the want, he could admit, at least to himself, that he was afraid of letting it out more now.
The thing was, he wasn't quite sure what he did want. Aside, that is, from Kakashi. Did he want to let the village - world - know that they were together? That he'd been in love with this man for years? Was he happy going to their separate homes after their time together was over, sleeping in separate beds? And, despite the hints, was Kakashi happy with that? Because he just didn't know, since neither of them seemed willing to say.
Which is why he'd been having trouble sleeping. All the damned confusion was not conducive to a good night's rest.
When they were together in private, or when they were in the middle of sex, it was incredible. He knew what he wanted, what he needed. He knew that the feel of the other man's body against his own was what mattered. Knew that he could spend every night curled on the couch with him in front of a bad movie, laughing and just being.
But when they were apart, all he had the ability to do these days was think about him and the confusion that came with it. It had damned near caused problems on their last mission. He'd taken a bit of a beating because of it, though he'd managed to not let Kakashi know that. The only one who did was Sakura and only because she'd healed him.
He shoved the thoughts away. They were here together now and that's what mattered. The rest could be figured out sometime other than nearly two in the morning. He turned his head and looked back at the man he loved so much. Their lips met again and the kiss exploded. He twisted around in Kakashi's arms and his own went around the other man's neck.
The still-cold hands ran down his sides and the fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants. They broke apart briefly and their eyes met as the pants were pushed off of him. He worked the button on Kakashi's, fumbling a bit as the urgency took hold of them. After a frustrating moment and nearly ripping the damned things anyway, he was naked, too.
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Need You Now	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

Need You Now