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"When will you be back?" Kakashi asked casually, standing over him as he packed his bag. He looked up at his boyfriend, smiling.

"Hopefully tomorrow. It might not even take me all night. We'll see." He said as he stood.

"What are you looking for?" His silver haired lover asked, leaning in close to steal a kiss.

"You know I can't tell you that." He smiled against the others mouth. Kakashi pulled away, nodding. He was no longer in the ANBU. He was highly respected in the village, but he didn't have the clearance to know what Tenzou's missions involved and they both knew it.

It was a good thing Kakashi wasn't able to check up on him without doing it illegally. Because if he could, he would know he was lying.

It had been over a year since their romance started and it was still going strong. Just as passionate as when it had started. Tenzou often wondered if it was just because he was Kakashi's first boyfriend, or if the Copy Nin really did still find him incredibly irresistible.

It had been about 2 months since he noticed the slight change in Kakashi. Around the time he had adopted his code name and started taking on missions with team 7. Kakashi had been in the hospital for a week after overusing his Sharingan. Tenzou, now known to the world as Yamato, had to greet him in the hospital room in front of Jiraiya and Tsunade as if he hadn't fucked his brains out a couple of days earlier. He had to pretend like they hadn't seen each other since Kakashi left the ANBU, regardless of the fact that they had lived together for well over 6 months.

He couldn't help the mission he was given and Kakashi was aware of that. But he was sure, even if it had been incredibly subtle, he had seen hurt flash through the man's eyes when he walked through the door at the hospital. The moment Kakashi realised that not only was his lover the one who was replacing him, but it also meant he wouldn't be around to keep him company while he was recovering.

Tsunade knew. Of course she did, she was the Hokage. But due to the delicate nature of Kakashi's relationship with Naruto, he wasn't to let on that they were more than friends. He was Yamato. Kakashi Sensei's boring, yet somewhat scary friend. They had never really elaborated on how they met and were grateful no one asked.

The slight change wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone that didn't know Kakashi as well as he did. He was always lazy, arrogant and most annoyingly, late. But the last 2 months were worse than ever. He had begun to show up obnoxiously late for everything he did, even their lunch dates.

When Naruto wanted help training he had given him basic instructions and then sat in the shade to read that book. That bothersome, dirty book. While Tenzou himself, at Kakashi's request had sat in full sun exhausting his chakra to keep Naruto from succumbing to the Nine Tails.

Kakashi didn't even seem grateful for his efforts. He was always talking about how brilliant his idea was and never about how hard 'Yamato' was working. He didn't even make an effort to use his code name, knowing full well that if the Jinchuriki heard his lover's words he wouldn't let up until it was confirmed that Tenzou was his real name. Then he would be in trouble for letting his cover slip regardless of whose fault it really was.

He sighed aloud as he slung his pack over his shoulder, walking from the bedroom to sit down in the doorway. As he pulled his boots on he felt Kakashi hovering behind him like he wanted to ask something. His mind slipped back in to his own thoughts, ignoring Kakashi's subtle plea for attention. He was annoyed with him now, thinking back about how he had been treated in the last couple of months.

He had, on more than one occasion found himself complaining about his boyfriend to Asuma in the bar. He was incredibly frustrated by how his partner was acting towards him, but couldn't say it quite the way he wanted without giving himself away. The best he could do was complain about the work load. But judging by the smirk he received when he did so, he felt that Asuma might have known the truth.

Then of course there was Asuma's death. That had rattled his partner pretty hard. He was aware of that even though Kakashi never actually admitted it. He was a good friend to both of them and a huge loss. He took a piece of each of their hearts when he died.

It infuriated him to no end that while he cried like a lost child over losing his friend, Kakashi was able to keep his composure. Although that was the one instance in the last 2 months where he didn't feel that his Senpai was being arrogant and critical.

He wondered suddenly why he was still with Kakashi. Then scolded himself heavily. He loved the man regardless of how he had been acting. It was too late for him. He was hopefully, ridiculously in love. His groaned inwardly at the realisation. This was not the time. He needed to be level headed and thinking clearly if his plan was going to work.

"I have to go." He said, as he stood. He turned to face the maskless Jonin. He was so cute in his pyjamas. Well... not so much his pyjamas as just what he had worn to bed the night before. It was 4pm. He never would have pegged Kakashi as the 'wears pyjamas all day unless he has to go somewhere; type.'

He eyed the man's grey tee shirt and loosely fitting uniform pants. They didn't conform to his body so much when he didn't have his shin's bound and his kunai strapped to his thigh.

He really is adorable.

He wondered if the other would kick his arse for thinking such things about 'Cold Blooded Kakashi.'

The silver haired man smiled weakly, nodding as he moved forward to kiss him goodbye. Now that Yamato had been assigned as team 7's replacement Captain he was surprised to find him still going on ANBU missions in between. He had hoped, with a leap of his heart that being part of team 7 meant his boyfriend wouldn't be a part of the deadly organisation any more. But he supposed it was too good to be true. He was one of Tsunade's most trusted Shinobi. She needed him.

"Stay safe." He whispered, lips brushing against his brown hair lover's forehead.

Tenzou was surprised by the gesture. It was gentle and sweet, nothing like Kakashi himself had been in the last 2 months. He smiled, pulling the Copy Nin in for a long, passionate kiss.

"When did you say you would be back?" He asked again as he pulled away. He looked slightly embarrassed his eidetic memory had failed him. Tenzou chuckled, wrapping his arms around the other's waste.

So adorable…

"Hopefully tomorrow, but maybe tonight if you're lucky." He whispered, nipping at Kakashi's ear lightly. A promise of what was to come when he returned. His lover shivered, pulling away again.

"Stay safe." He repeated, not really sure what to say.

"I will, I promise." Yamato chuckled again, backing away and then giving a quick wave as he retreated from the apartment. He walked for a while, down the stairs, outside, around the block and then stopped. He counted to 60, then walked back. He moved his hands fast, preforming a chakra masking jutsu as he entered the building, this time darting through the shadows until he reached his apartment's front door again.

Being a wood style user he was able to meld perfectly with any type of wood. This, was why he was one of the Hokage's most trusted Shinobi. His ability to see inside nearly any room without being detected. He held his breath as he slowly, melted with the wall. It was a weird sensation. To him it felt like he was simply standing where the wall was, looking in to his own apartment. He felt exposed like he may as well have been standing in an opened doorway. But he could not be seen.

Even Kakashi can be fooled with this jutsu.

He grinned to himself wickedly. It was time to see exactly what his partner got up to while he was away and maybe, finally he could get to the bottom of what was making him act so strange.

Kakashi was lying on the couch, legs crossed at the ankle, head on the armrest, reading that god damn book. It was to be expected he supposed. It was Kakashi he was spying on after all. He might be there a while before anything of interest happened.

From where he was standing in the wall he was on a diagonal angle from the couch. Kakashi's right side facing him. The silver haired man's eyes darted around the page before he lifted his other hand to turn it. He turned more than a few pages. He looked like he might be looking for a certain part in the story. When he found it he settled again, resting his left hand on his chest, lolling his head to the side slightly as he read.

A small smile crept along his mouth as he turned the next page and then the next. He was shifting uncomfortably now, rubbing his legs together slightly and arching his back and exhaling slowly as if it was sore. He tried to turn the page hurriedly, but couldn't because they were stuck together.

Tenzou smirked.

Must be a particularly juicy part…

His lover pried the pages apart gently before swapping the book in to his left hand. His right trailed slowly down his front and freed himself from within his confines.

Tenzou' breath hitched as he realised what Kakashi was about to do. He hadn't even realised the man was hard… He shouldn't be watching this. He may be his boyfriend but it wasn't right to spy in on someone's private time like that. Kakashi thought he was alone and was acting accordingly. Pervert or not he would probably be mortified to find that someone had spied on his most intimate moments. Just as he would be if he found Kakashi watching him.

It wasn't like they didn't have enough sex. They were always kissing, touching, loving. But there was something inherently male about taking advantage of a period of time alone in your own home. When you lived with someone, no matter how good the relationship it was always nice to take a few minutes to pleasure yourself. He mused. It wasn't that sex wouldn't be welcome. It was simply just that no one knows what you like better than you. It was a simple affair, no more than 5 minutes if you just wanted to get the job done. A quick release that eased the mind and soul. He suddenly realised why Kakashi had asked so many times when he would be home. He had done the same to him on multiple occasions. Hoping he had enough time to squeeze one out while the Jonin was off training with Naruto and Sakura.

Yamato's cheeks flushed as Kakashi's hand stroked at his cock lazily.

I shouldn't be watching this… It's wrong…

Masturbating was something people seldom talked about and it was even less talked about between the 2 of them. They weren't stupid, they both knew that it happened when their backs were turned. But it was never spoken of. Tenzou felt guilt wash over him again. It was different to sex. At least for him anyway. Without anyone watching him he found himself being more languid than ever. Not that he wasn't comfortable in front of Kakashi. It was just nice to be able to lay back and enjoy the sensation without worrying about how he sounded or what his face looked like.

He wondered greedily if Kakashi was languid about it too. He really, really wanted to find out.

This isn't right….

But then again, none of this was right. He was hiding in a wall, masking his own charka to be able to spy on his lover. Wasn't this what he expected to see? Actually he wasn't sure what he expected to see. If he knew what his Senpai was up to when he was gone he wouldn't be hiding in a wall.

Kakashi stroked himself lazily. He sighed loudly, giving himself a squeeze. He continued at the same pace for a while, rereading the same page over and over.

Teasing himself….

Tenzou thought with a grin. He almost gasped as Kakashi threw his head back on the arm chair of the couch, eyes closed, and his movements becoming much more deliberate as he panted.

He's close…

The hand holding the book closed it abruptly. He quite obviously wasn't reading it any more. He cried out suddenly and Yamato felt his whole body tingle as he waited to see what he so badly wanted to see.

But it didn't happen. Kakashi pulled his hands away from himself, sitting up and huffing slightly. It wasn't until that moment that Tenzou realised his brows weren't knitted in pleasure, but frustration. He wasn't teasing himself, he wasn't even close. In fact quite the opposite. He was desperate to finish but nowhere near it.

Yamato jumped and then stilled immediately as the copy of Icha Icha hit the wall next to his face.

Shit! He knows I'm here!

To his surprise the Copy Nin didn't jump up and knock him in to next Tuesday. He didn't even move. He just sat there, penis rock hard and weeping as the back of his hand rubbed at his eyes irately. Tenzou's chest tightened as he realised the other man was crying.

What…?

He asked himself, staring for a few seconds before it really, properly registered what he was witnessing. This was much, much more private than what he had just seen. He had never seen Kakashi cry. The man was always so strong and proud. If the Copy Nin had caught him watching before he probably would have been mad. But to be caught spying now, he would probably kill him.

Kakashi huffed again, slamming his fist in to the couch, obviously using nowhere near the strength he could as to not damage it.

That explains the new couch last month…

He stood, making his way towards the bedroom, shoulders slouching as he went. Tenzou followed, intent not to miss a second of this strange behaviour. He finally felt like he was starting to understand the last few months.

Kakashi sat down on the end of their bed, his front facing the wall where the Wood user was hiding. He stared at the floor for a second. His eyes were watering, but they were also still clouded with lust and frustration. He sighed again, closing his eyes before lifting his hands to form a sign.

Tenzou gasped audibly. Another Kakashi had appeared next to him, in the same clothes, fly down, just like the original.

Shadow clone!

The clone started to move towards him before another seal was made. This time Tenzou swore if Kakashi hadn't been so preoccupied he would have heard him. He watched as the clone took on his form, fully dressed in his normal Jonin gear, not the ANBU uniform he was currently wearing. He watched himself walk towards this lover and sit himself down on the bed next to him.

Is this… how he masturbates when I'm gone? He fucks a clone of me…

He felt himself growing angry. He had never in his life used a clone to masturbate. Sure, occasionally he used his wood jutsu to penetrate himself… but really that was just an extension of his own hand. He found that this new knowledge of his partner made him feel slightly violated.

The clone reached towards the other's member, wrapping his hand around it before palming it firmly. Kakashi gasped lightly, but then moved his own hand down on top of the clones and pulled it away gently. He cocked his head in question.

"That's not what I want." He said softly. His first words since his lover had left. The fake Tenzou nodded in response, making his way back up the bed, pulling Kakashi with him. He rested his back against the head board and spread his legs, knees bent. He pulled Kakashi forward, then turned him around to he was facing the wall again. His back pressed against the clones front as he settled himself between the others legs.

Tenzou found his mouth agape as he watched the scene in front of him. Kakashi leaned back, his head on the other's shoulder as the cloned version of himself began whispering sweet nothings in Kakashi's ear. He kissed his cheek softly, rubbing his hands up and down the others arms before moving them slowly towards his cock.

Yamato quite honestly believed nothing else could surprise him at this point. Until he witnessed the next action. The clone gently tucked his boyfriend's now flaccid penis back in to his pants and zipped him up. His hands then moved on, trailing up his stomach, lifting his shirt slightly to brush over a toned and scarred stomach as he went.

"I love you." The clone murmured, planting another kiss on Kakashi's cheek, then one on his forehead. The other's eyes were closed, his breathing erratic as tears slipped from them.

"I need you." He whispered, turning slightly to the left to clutch at the clones flak jacket with his right hand. The henge responded by moving the other slightly down the bed with ease. He pushed him away momentarily to unzip the vest before slipping it off and on to the floor. He replaced the copy Nin and snuggled him close. Silver hair splayed out against the blue of the other's shirt. His head resting on the broad chest as he whimpered softly, his face contorted in obvious pain.

Tenzou's heart broke as he watched the scene in front of him. Not once had Kakashi so much as shed a tear in front of him. They had been together for a year now and he had absolutely no indication that the other was even sad except for the slight change in his eyes that day at the hospital and the way he had whispered Asuma's name at his funeral.

The clone seemed so practised at this… He wondered briefly if it was because it was really a copy of Kakashi, disguised as him. Or the much more likely option. Because this happened so often, that it was almost routine. He realised now that what Kakashi had started earlier had barely anything to do with being horny. It was because he needed the comfort. He needed the sleep it would bring on. The book was just a tool to help get him in the mood, to help him relax, nothing more.

He watched as his lovers hand fisted at the other's shirt, his shoulders shaking as the clone tried furiously to sooth him. His hands worked at a steady pace, softly caressing and rubbing everywhere he could reach, occasionally rising to wipe the tears from Kakashi's eyes. He was continuously whispering about how much he loved the other, reassuring him. Telling him everything Tenzou supposed his boyfriend needed to hear in that moment.

Eventually his breathing evened out, his face fell to a more neutral state and his hands had stopped clutching, resting instead on the strong chest under him. He finally felt content and safe. The clone smiled, continuing to pet him and whisper.

Yamato's own heart rate slowed, feeling relieved that his lover was finally calm. It had hurt him to see him in so much pain. But if he had gone to comfort him Kakashi would have known straight away he was watching. It had only been about 2 hours. He couldn't help the worry that edged in to his mind as he watched his Senpai fade out of consciousness.

The clone disappeared suddenly, leaving Kakashi to fall heavily on the bed. He had fallen asleep without realising, unable to keep up the jutsu while he was unconscious.

Tenzou gulped, wondering what he was going to do now. Kakashi opened his eyes slowly, the room was much darker than when he had entered it. He had been crying for a long time. He pulled a pillow out from under him and hugged it tightly, obviously struggling to keep his breathing in check. He fought hard, his own hand ghosting over himself in an effort to copy what the clone had done to him moments ago. Eventually, he managed to calm himself and slipped in to a fitful sleep riddled with nightmares.

Tenzou's heart ached as he watched his lover sleep. He wasn't quite sure what he had expected to see while spying on Kakashi. But that definitely wasn't it.