Nagato shivered and it wasn't just from the constant rains that plagued Amegakure. Beneath the overhang of a building Yahiko had cornered the red maned shinobi and had pinned him between his body and the cold wall. Slim fingers clutched at Yahiko's shirt as the blue eyed male cupped his groin, manipulating heat and Nagato's body in ways he never would have guessed Yahiko capable of.
"Y-Yahiko..." Nagato's fingers tightened their grip as Yahiko's hand became bolder. "What if Konan-" Before he could further question his friend, Yahiko covered Nagato's mouth with his own and effectively stunned the male into silence. His Rinnegan eyes widened considerably as Yahiko's tongue entered his mouth and for a fraction of a second he considered pulling away, but then Yahiko sucked Nagato's tongue into his mouth and bit down on the sensitive organ. Just like that Nagato's knees turned into water.
His leader was there to support him and deepen their blood flavored kiss, allowing the thin Rinnegan user slump against him. Nagato groaned lowly in his throat when Yahiko bit into his lower lip and kept the flesh between his teeth as he pulled away. Their eyes locked for a moment and Yahiko's hand came to a still against Nagato's clothed, hard cock. Nagato's breath came out in a quick repetition of shallow pants, barely audible over the pouring rain.
Lavender eyes darted down to Yahiko's red lips and without giving it a second thought, Nagato leaned forward and initiated the second kiss himself. He could feel Yahiko smirk into his mouth and then a chill ran up Nagato's spine as cold air contrasted the heat below his waist. Yahiko had maneuvered his cock free from the confinements of his pants.
Nagato's pale cheeks flushed, though only some of the color was from embarrassment, and moved his hands to clutch at Yahiko's shoulders. Yahiko's fingers stroked him steadily, carefully, even as he ravished and bruised the redhead's lips. When Nagato went rigid against him, Yahiko swallowed his friend's moan of completion and continued to milk Nagato of his pleasure until the aftershocks of his orgasm came to a halt.
For a long moment the two shinobi stayed together beneath the eave, one looking out over their rainy village while the other struggled to compose himself. Neither of them spoke about what transpired, what it meant for the two of them. After all, they'd be meeting with Hanzō soon - they couldn't afford to acknowledge their feelings. Not now.