Konichiwa! Thankyou for choosing to read my ff This is my first attempt to write a HayatexGenma ff and I hope that you will take into account when, hopefully, reviewing and enjoying my story^^ DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Naruto charas (and yes, it is sad^^).

„Fuck!" thought Genma. He got out of bed, tried to stretch and immediately he felt the remnants of the last night. "Argh! Did that idiot have to be so harsh?" Morning exercise would have to wait until he had taken a bath; well no he'd leave it out completely. Genma walked to his bathroom, no, he rather limped, undressed and got into the shower. As soon as the warm water came pouring down on him, he felt better and cleaner. Yes, cleaner. I won't give in to him again… never again I will let him force his dick into me! Genma had made these promises often to himself and especially under the shower when only the soothing warmth of the water was able to put his thoughts- thoughts about lust and pleasure- to rest and allow him to think rationally- about what was best for him.. But these promises he gave himself were weak and as soon as he appeared in front of his door again the animalistic instincts in him would take over again, allowing his sex-guest in, leading him to the bedroom and allowing his guest to do horribly good things with him. Raido had never been a bad lover, but especially when he returned from missions he would be depressed and rough… giving a shit about foreplay and coming right to it. These were the worst nights and Genma would lie there and hope for things to end soon, not being able to let the pleasure win over the pain that Raido caused him. Last night had not been a night, it had been pleasing and his body had wanted more and more, not caring about the damage it caused itself by being so greedy. His body hurt, but his mind hurt even more. Thoughts about just being used and not loved, being just a sex-object for a man he loved made Genma go wild and he punched the wet tiles, causing his knuckles to crack and bleed. Bad idea, Genma thought. Sighing he got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his hips and went to the kitchen to make himself some tea. Yeah, he knew that most of his colleagues preferred coffee in the morning, but Genma couldn't stand the taste of the bitter brown liquid. While waiting for his tea to be finished, Genma crammed out some new shinobi clothes and got dressed, wincing from the stabs of pain jolting through him. He dragged himself back to the kitchen, sat at the table and drank his hot tea, not noticing that it burnt his tongue while looking absently out of the window. He saw two birds flying up in the sky and wondered if they were happy. Being free and having a partner that always stayed with one must be great. Ah, fuck these melancholy thoughts; am I a wimp or something? I am a respected shinobi- well I might be gay, but that is trivial- and I have my pride as a man! With new confidence Genma got up and left his apartment, trying hard to walk normally and not limp like his ass was in pain- no, not in pain, in agony. Think positive and let's tackle this new, sunny day, Genma thought rather sarcastically.

At the time when Genma got up at the other side of Konohagakure: Hayate Gekkou grumbled and turned around again- away from the window. Argh! For fucking Kami-samas sake! Why did the sun have to shine directly into his face every morning? That was even worse than being awakened by the alarm clock that was nicely seated next to his bed. He actually liked the alarm clock because – With a ring, ring, ring the mentioned clock went off. A slim arm left the safety of the blanket and quickly grabbed the source of noise. With a flick of the wrist the helpless alarm clock was let go and sent flying towards the opposite wall where it impacted with a heartbreaking shattering and the pieces where tumbling to the ground. Diagnose: definitely dead. That was enough! Hayate got up and though: how could that annoying, stupid alarm clock break with such a noise and why did the sun shine directly into his eyes? Hayate was certain: this day, no, his whole life plotted against him and wanted to make him suffer as much as possible. He groaned and sighed. The theme "suffering" definitely played a big role in his life. The guy he loved loved another and probably fucked with him the whole night through while nearly dying from pleasure. Yes! Kakashi Hatake was together with academy teacher Iruka Umino and seemed to have a perfect life- in every imaginable way. Hayate scratched the back of his head, coughed a few times and shuffled to the kitchen to make himself a cup of his beloved coffee. While the water slowly started to boil, he went to the bathroom. After washing, Hayate looked into the mirror; the dark circles under his eyes- clear signs of him being deprived of precious sleep- had gotten darker and seemed to expand. Super. "I shouldn't have looked into that mirror", Hayate grumbled. A whistling sound from the kitchen was the signal for the water boiling. He rushed into the kitchen and finally got to his morning coffee. After finishing and without breakfast Hayate got dressed in his normal outfit: dark blue pants and pullover, the dark green konoha-nin jacket, his bandana and a pair of sandals. There was really no variation of clothing at all. In a better mood than before, but still gloomy, Hayate left his apartment and made his way to the Hokagetower to receive his mission- with his best friend Genma Shiranui and- who would have guessed?- Kakashi Hatake.

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