Warning: dub-/non-con
Kakashi's apartment was as cold and silent as usual when he got home. The door clicked shut behind him and he walked on stiff legs into the living-room, to his couch, where he plopped down. The couch's old springs groaned beneath his weight.
I should really get a new couch, Kakashi thought. The couch had already been in the apartment when Kakashi moved in. It had belonged to a previous resident and was an ugly brownish grey color. Out of laziness Kakashi had kept it. It served its purpose.
Suddenly, he became aware of the sharp smell of smoke clinging to his clothes. He got up to go to the bedroom and undress.
I shouldn't have let Guy drag me to that stupid bar…
Guy—
Kakashi stopped at his bedroom door, his right hand on the knob. He was frozen in place like a statue, his feet heavier than the whole world.
What am I doing here? I can't just go to bed and forget about this. That's not the person I am anymore. I don't care about the rules. I can't let Guy be used like that. Obito wouldn't. Because it's wrong.
He was startled by his own thoughts. They'd rushed into his mind like blood gushing from an open wound. It felt as though they had come from somewhere outside his body. Since when did he care this much? Guy shouldn't have been his problem. He was just Guy. He was always there, annoying him with stupid challenges and childish games.
There was no way that some ANBU captain wanted Guy like that. Guy with his silly haircut and weird outfit and awkward mannerisms. Guy wasn't sexy. He wasn't the least bit desirable. Then what? This has got to be some kind of prank, Kakashi thought. Either way, though, it would be cruel.
I have to find him. I have to stop this. Whatever it is, he thought and was out on the deserted street before he even knew what he was doing.
Ten minutes earlier
Shun's apartment was in a building almost next to Kakashi's. A small general store was wedged between the two houses; otherwise they would have been side by side. Knowing Kakashi, he probably had no idea who his neighbors were, even if they were his ANBU colleagues, Guy thought as he followed Shun into the building.
They entered an apartment on the sixth floor. On the way, they hadn't talked much despite Guy racking his brain for things to say. Any conversation would have been awkward at best, he consoled himself. The silence was probably better.
Inside Shun put a hand on the small of Guy's back, leading him into the living-room. "Why don't you get comfortable while I fix us something to drink?" Shun nodded towards the big leather couch that looked new and expensive to Guy. "What can I get you?"
"Um… do you have orange juice?" Guy asked, sitting down. The couch was unpleasantly cool. He'd half-expected it to squeak and sag under his weight like Kakashi's always did, but it was firm and the only sound that emerged from the upholstery was the soft creak of leather.
"Orange juice? You sure you don't want something stronger?" Shun had gone into the kitchen. Now he was leaning through the doorway, winking at Guy. For the first time Guy noticed that Shun's eyes were round and slightly slanted, like a tiger's.
"I'm not old enough to drink yet," Guy said and instantly recalled his argument with Kakashi.
We'll drink juice! It's healthier anyway! The memory made something in his belly tighten.
"But you're a jônin; it's okay for you to drink." came Shun's voice out of the kitchen.
"I like juice. It's healthy and tasty!" Guy's fingers were clawing at his thighs. He forced himself to stop. In the distance he heard the splash of liquid, then Shun's subdued laughter.
"It's okay. Don't worry; I'm not trying to get you drunk or anything. Orange juice it is." He came back with two glasses in his hands, both of them filled with orange liquid. When Shun handed one to him, Guy couldn't help but take a sniff. He didn't smell any alcohol, so he took a very careful sip. It tasted normal too.
"You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you." Shun had watched him the whole time, Guy realized. He'd been rude to a Konoha ANBU, and as if that wasn't enough, said ANBU now also thought he was a terrified little weakling who wasn't up to the task before him.
"I'm not scared!" he declared, hoping he sounded dignified and strong. "Although I have no experience when it comes to sex, I will give it my all to please you!"
That only made Shun blink in confusion as he sank down onto the couch next to Guy. "You have no experience? You mean like zero? Not even kissing?" Guy shook his head. He was very aware of Shun's thigh pressing against his. "Seriously?" asked Shun.
"Ah… no, I don't, but as I said—" Guy knew he was blushing and hated himself for it.
"But you're eighteen, right?"
"Yes."
"And a jônin."
"Yes."
That vague half-smile crept onto Shun's face again. "Hmm… You know, actually, now that you've told me, I only want you more," he said. His hand settled on Guy's knee. "It's hot, knowing that no one's ever touched you before." There was a soft clink as Shun set his drink down on the couch table. He leaned closer to Guy until Guy could feel Shun's breath on his skin and had to fight the urge to lean away. "That I'll be the first person to do this." He pressed his lips to Guy's then.
Guy didn't know what to do. Shun's eyes were closed. His mouth was covering Guy's, his tongue probing at the seam of Guy's lips. One of Shun's hands was sliding up Guy's thigh, the other slipped around the back of his neck.
"Relax," Shun said when he pulled away, only a centimeter between their faces. This close his eyes were big and full of shadows. "If you relax, it won't hurt at all."
