Yamato awoke to the feeling of his lover's arms releasing their firm grip around his waist. This nor the feeling of the mattress shifting alarmed him. Rather it was the heavy, broken sigh that caused him to jolt. "...'kashi?" The ANBU lieutenant eased himself onto one elbow, yawning quietly. It wasn't so uncommon for one of them to wake up in the middle of the night- as of now, it wasn't even midnight yet. 10:55, the sleek digital clock glared from the nightstand. Yamato mused silently to himself for a moment, wondering what had disrupted the calm he and Kakashi had been enjoying. It could have been PSTD of sorts; it wasn't uncommon for shinobi to be uncomfortable while lying still- especially those whom had received the red or black scrolls to be wary of sleeping next to someone. Kakashi had been assigned numerous ones over his extensive career, though he had never quite revealed how many. With a smirk, Yamato realised the many specialised seduction missions may have been the source of Kakashi's charismatic, charming personalities, as well as his experience in bed. "Thinking about something?" he inquired playfully his lips spread into a mischevious smile. He waited patiently for a response. Maybe Kakashi would quip back that he was waiting for Yamato to share the covers. 'Or,' the brunette considered, a small blush growing on his cheeks. 'Knowing him, he'd say something about how he's waiting for me to wrap my lips around his c-' "I just have a lot on my mind right now," came the reply.
Silence.
Yamato cleared his throat, hurrying to recover his thoughts before he accidentally blurted out something indecent and embarassed himself. "Oh? Like what?" He waited again, banishing any naughty, imaginitive images of his lover whipping out some sort of toy or suggesting some new game inspired by Icha Icha. 'God, I'm acting even worse than he does.' He was in the middle of rolling his eyes at his own thoughts when Kakashi interrupted them again. "Stuff," he answered was another pause, and Yamato frowned. "What kind of stuff," he asked as he scooted closer, sitting up now. The silver haired man's voice was flat and his expression, Yamato discovered, emotionless. Concerned now, he wound his hands around his lover's middle and rested his chin against the other man's shoulder. Absently, he traced small circles against the blue fabric stretched taut over Kakashi's stomach. It was a secret of theirs, that Kakashi could be coaxed or soothed or aroused when his abdomen was rubbed a certain way, depending on his mood of course. Yamato employed this strategy now, keeping his movements slow and controlled. He was hoping Kakashi would open up on his own without any further coaxing, but the pale face remained as expressionless as before. Growing increasingly worried now, Yamato lifted one hand and pressed it to Kakashi's cheek. His skin was smooth and cool, showing no signs of fever. The younger man still had his hand there when Kakashi curled his fingers around his lover's wrist and gently pulled it away. Twisting slightly and unhooking Yamato's other arm from around his waist Kakashi laid down again, facing away from his partner.
"I'm fine, you don't have to do that."