Part two.

Yamato had a long day rebuilding the homes in his village. By the end of the day, he was ready for a good night's rest, but he was dismayed to find out that they had intended on keeping him for a bit longer than usual to finish an especially tedious task. He mindlessly agreed to staying and finished the duty that was expected him with no complaints. He just wanted to get back to the tent he and Kakashi-sensei shared so he could finally rest his sore body. Most of his chakra had been used throughout the day and he knew it would take a while to replenish his stamina as well. He ducked his head and stepped out of the construction area and slowly made his way to where the tents were set up.

Not many tents were set up in the area, but there was enough for Yamato to not be exactly sure where his own tent was. Kakashi must already be in bed, Yamato thought bitterly. I wonder if he worried at all about where I was and what was taking so long? The ANBU sighed and quietly made his way around the campsite. If he just got close to his own, he would know it was his. Kakashi kept many things scattered in a disheveled manor in front of the enterance to their tent and it was a wonder how Kakashi managed to not trip on all of his shit. Yamato always found himself stumbling over the various items and landing on his face, much to Kakashi's amusement.

Tripping and falling on his right shoulder - fortunately, it wasn't his face this time - Yamato knew he was "home". He grunted quietly, pissed that he was so aware of the objects strewn across their area, yet he was unable to avoid them successfully. He knew he had probably woken a few of his neighbors up or at least roused them from their slumber slightly, but at this point he didn't care. He was tired and angry and, and... Yamato just wanted to sleep, god damn it all. It had been an extremely long day, and he was ready for it to end and become another extremely long day.

The brown-haired ninja blindedly found his way to his bed, not having lit a candle for the sake of the sleeping lump in the middle of the floor, whom Yamato had tripped over. Kakashi groaned and turned over, away from the other ninja. Yamato found himself slightly aroused at the groan that had escaped Kakashi's lips, but brushed it off and steered his mind away from the sexy noise. He clumsily slid into his bed where he curled up in his blanket and stripped most of his heavier clothing off. He and Kakashi always kept on their skin-tight under clothes, which provided no heat what-so-ever, so it never caused a problem. It was the equivalent to sleeping naked when you had to share a tent with another male.

After about fifteen minutes of quietly tossing and turning, Yamato found himself staring at the enterance of his tent. This was going to be a long night. He had assumed from his exhausted state that falling into a deep slumber was going to be exceptionally easy, but he was wrong. He turned back to face Kakashi's now slightly twitching body. Can't sleep either, senpai? Yamato thought to himself, not sure if Kakashi was actually awake or just having a dream. He reached out after a moment to touch Kakashi's shoulder gently but his action was interuptted when a voice rang out quietly.

"It's rude to make such a ruckus when you come in, you know. I was sleeping." Kakashi whispered, not wanting to wake their neighbors. His voice held a slight edge to it, but was not as harsh as it should have been, coming from someone who was rudely awake by his partner. He shifted slightly as he spoke, but by the time his voice quieted, so did his movement. Yamato bowed his head and tried to make out Kakashi's expression in the darkness from between a few strands of his chestnut hair.

"I'm sorry, senpai. I still find it hard to navigate in front of the tent," Yamato quickly apologized, knowing full well that he was completely at fault. He should know by now where everything laid at the enterance of the tent. It had been days since they had moved into this tent and it wasn't like Kakashi ever picked anything up. In fact, all the years that Yamato had known Kakashi, the man had been a slight slob. He wasn't gross about it, but he sure was a lazy ninja. Yamato never thought much of it, knowing that each individual had his or her own quirks, and this was Kakashi's. That and his sensual books.

Kakashi's body moved. Yamato could not see it, but he heard it brush against something and started when a match was lit. The small yellow flame bobbed it's way to the wick of a candle near the two ninja's heads. After the wick was lit, Kakashi flicked his wrist to put out the match. Yamato turned his attention from the candle to Kakashi, and found the ninja's eyes - both his right and his left Sharingan - fixated upon him. As soon as the two made eye contact, though, Kakashi looked away, as if embarrassed. His head tilted down as he pushed the match's still warm head into the ground.

"You have too much respect for me, Yamato-sama." Kakashi had turned his face back at Yamato. Before Yamato had any time to really realize what the older ninja had said, Kakashi was sitting up on his knees, his head cocked to the left. He was intent on Yamato, for whatever reason, and it made Yamato feel on edge. Yamato shifted and lifted his torso up from his bed but remained sitting, his legs still wrapped up within the blanket. His eyes searched Kakashi's, not understaning the situation his sensei was putting him in.

"Senpai, what ar-" Kakashi cut Yamato's words off with a finger to his lips, his face now inches from Yamato's. Kakashi was a quick one if you didn't pay attention, that was for sure. Yamato pushed Kakashi's hand away from his face and scrunched up his face in confusion. What was Kakashi-sensei up to now? He closed his eyes and breathed out, trying to clear his foggy thoughts. He was trying to sleep just moments ago, and now he was sitting here with the gray haired ninja, trying to decipher his riddles.

Kakashi leaned forward but stopped a tongue's lick away from Yamato's face. His hand reached up and pulled his mask down, revealing his soft lips, making Yamato murmur quietly. Kakashi tilted his head again, this time to the right, before taking his right hand and touching it against the back of Yamato's head, crawling forward slightly.

"Kakashi, wha-" Kakashi leaned even closer, and twined his fingers in Yamato's short, brown hair.

"Shh... Let me just... have this," Kakashi whispered, his lips touching Yamato's ever so slightly that it made the other ninja shudder. He felt himself grow aroused with every passing second, Kakashi's lips brushing his own so little that they were hardly touching. Kakashi was now straddling him, Yamato thought, but couldn't be completely sure because his eyes were closed, letting Kakashi's request process in his brain. Kakashi's head tilted and he kissed Yamato's right cheek before kissing lower onto the younger ninja's neck. Yamato was growing harder and unsuccessfully tried to quiet the groan rumbling up from his throat. This felt so good.. What was Kakashi-sensei up to? Yamato bit his lip as he felt something warm, something wet press softly against his neck.

"Unn, Ka-ka..shi..." Kakashi raised his head and tilted it at Yamato's voice. He let a moment pass before he pressed his lips against Yamato's, not roughly, but not gently either. Yamato felt another groan rise inside of him but didn't want to break the kiss, even to let Kakashi know how he was enjoying himself. They kissed, Kakashi pressing his fit body against Yamato's. Every minute that passed left the two closer together and more heated. Their tent was beginning to get warm, even with their thin clothing on. Before they knew it, Kakashi had Yamato pinned against the ground and was leaving soft kisses all over his lover's neck.