Chapter 7

The rest of the week, when Genma wasn't up to his eyeballs in playing catch up with TI's paperwork, he visited the training grounds. Kakashi however, broke up the monotony by meeting him on Thursday for a late lunch and Friday for dinner. They had planned on trying out the new soba place that had opened close to the academy, but when they arrived at the establishment, the wait time was so long, the two jounin decided to try their luck somewhere else. Kakashi offered to cook if Genma provided the kitchen, so Genma accepted. After all, the Copy Ninja had always proved himself equally skilled in the kitchen as he was in the field. Afterward, Genma fell asleep on his couch, stuffed so full of fantastic food he felt he would burst.

He woke when a soft blanket was pulled over him, and he opened his eyes to see Kakashi pulling on his flack vest. "Going home?" he asked.

Kakashi turned to him and nodded. "Info drop tomorrow, early."

Genma sighed and turned onto his side. He smiled up at his friend. "You know you can stay. My bed is big."

Kakashi chuckled and crouched down beside the tokujo. He used one finger to brush a strand of hair from Genma's eyes. "I'd like to, but I really have to be at the rendezvous before even God wakes up."

Genma snorted, but nodded in understanding. "How is that new job going anyway?"

Kakashi shrugged. "It's… different. Training ANBU is, in a lot of ways, easier than training genin… but of course, I don't have to tell you that."

"Eh," Genma shook his head, "I never trained genin."

"True," Kakashi scratched his head. "It kind of sucks, don't do it."

Genma scoffed into the blanket. "Yeah, don't tell me you didn't love it. I see right through you."

Kakashi shrugged again sheepishly and sat back on his heels. "Yeah, well, anyway, I have a full day tomorrow. Naruto's coming over this weekend and I don't have any porn lying out."

Genma gasped in feigned horror, "Oh no!"

"My reputation is at stake." Kakashi suddenly leered and whispered softly. "But you know what? The best part is most of it's under Sasuke's name."

Genma laughed into the blanket until his eyes watered. Kakashi sat back on his heels and waited with what Genma assumed was a grin beneath his mask. As his breath returned, the special jounin turned his face into the couch pillow to stop the chuckles that were quickly becoming painful. "Oh… wow, sorry. I think I'm still in food coma."

"S'okay," Kakashi replied.

"Guess that means no lunch for me then."

"Aw," Kakashi stood, shaking his head. "I knew you didn't really love me. You're just using me for my cooking skills."

"Yup."

"I'm crushed."

"You'll live."

Kakashi flipped him off and with an eye crinkle, moved toward the door. He grabbed his shoes and slipped them on as Genma watched from the couch.

"I left all the dirty dishes for you," Kakashi's sing-songed. "I thought it only fair."

"Man," Genma whined. "Did you at least rinse them so they won't be crusty in the morning?"

"Nope."

"Fuck, I hate you."

Kakashi laughed. "I hate you too."

The door opened and Kakashi stepped over the threshold, but Genma sat up, remembering his conversation with Iruka earlier that week.

"Hey, Kakashi," he called.

"Hm?"

"Are you coming this weekend?" Genma asked. "Iruka and Tenzo and everybody will be there, but I think it'd be cool if you came. It's always… I'd like it a lot more if you were there."

He saw it. The blush was small, and it was only faintly pink, but it was there. It crept up from underneath the mask and covered the bridge of Kakashi's pale nose.

"I uh…" The Copy Nin shuffled his feet and looked away. "Yeah… I'll be there…"

"Awesome," Genma grinned. "See you tomorrow then."

Kakashi looked back at him, his body language betraying he had something on the tip of his tongue, but he said nothing.

"What's up?" Genma asked.

Kakashi started like he hadn't noticed he was still standing there and shook his head, "Nothing."

"Okay," Genma smiled softly and waved. "Go plant your porn."

Kakashi waved back and quickly stepped outside, closing the door gently behind him.


Saturday night, the club that Genma and the others frequented was packed. There must have been some sort of holiday in the nearby towns because the tokujo had never seen so many bodies crammed onto the dance floor. He looked around, wondering if Iruka had managed to secure their normal spot, or if he was going to have to search.

"Holy shit," Aoba commented at his side. "I knew I should have stayed home and played video games."

Genma scoffed. "What, and miss Iruka's free drinks?"

Aoba sighed. "I don't know, man. Is it worth swimming through all this gayness? I always feel like a got a rash after I've been here."

Genma laughed and started to move through the crowd. The stairs were dead ahead, passed a throng of sweaty, drunk civilians. "Not everyone here's gay, dude, just most of them. Go find a pretty lady and rock her panties off."

"I would," Aoba whined as he followed, "but last time I did that, that pretty lady turned out to be a pretty dude! I'm scarred for life and it's all your fault."

"I believe," Genma grinned over his shoulder, "that Tenzo pointed her out to you."

"Him."

"Whatever. I would have done him."

"Uh, yeah, case in point."

The bass thumped, vibrating through the floor beneath their feet as they reached the stairs. The club had once been a warehouse used for processing sheet metal, so the place was a cavern. Whoever had bought the property after the warehouse had closed down had erected a second level and installed a separate bar. Genma and the other jounin that met here every other Saturday, liked to sit at the seating area against the railing. It gave them easy access to the second floor bar, and a good lookout of the entryway, and exit doors. As Genma and Aoba reached the second level, they spotted Iruka and a few others camped at their normal spot. No doubt the ex-sensei had sweet-talked someone out of their seats, and quite possibly their money, and maybe even their clothes.

Genma waved and sauntered over to the battered couches. Iruka gave them an enthusiastic hello, and thrust drinks into their hands. Tenzo, his cheeks already pink from drinking, raised his glass in greeting. Aburame Shino nodded, as usual his face was mostly hidden by dark glasses and the grey hoodie he wore when out with friends. Haruno Sakura and Yamanaka Ino sat on the back of one of the couches, watching the dance floor over the railing. Sakura looked over her shoulder and gave Genma a little wave. Ino ignored them all, obviously too engrossed in whoever had caught her attention below.

Two others, a pretty blonde girl and a man with long silver hair in a ponytail, greeted him and Aoba with smiles and firm handshakes. Their names escaped Genma, but he paid it no mind. He'd seen them around the offices in the Hokage tower but their work didn't run in the same circles as his.

"I thought you were bringing Kiba-kun," Iruka said to Aoba.

"I was," the dark-haired man said as he sat beside the pretty blonde. "But he said he had to go drag Shikamaru out of Records. Guy's been holed up in there for the last few days."

"Ah, well screw him then. He'll just miss out on the first round." As if on cue, a short girl with dark hair, slid passed Genma and placed a tray filled with shot glasses on the table.

"Thank you, Naya-chan!" Iruka beamed.

Genma looked down at the drink Iruka had already pressed into his hands. The glass was relatively large, so he plucked a shot glass from the tray and dropped it into his original drink. Didn't really matter what it tasted like, ultimately, it was all going to the same place. He tipped back and downed both drinks in a few swallows. As he set the combination back on the table, the special jounin was surprised to find he was extremely disappointed that Kakashi hadn't arrived yet. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had wanted to make an entrance, and had come late purposefully. But the Copy Nin was nowhere in sight, and it irked the tokujo more than it really should have.

"Excuse me, Genma-san," a soothing voice said into the special jounin's ear.

Genma turned and met the impossibly black eyes of Kakashi's teammate, Sai. He had grown since Genma had last seen him, and he had managed to get some color in his frighteningly pale skin. He was wearing a tight, long-sleeved black shirt over baggy cargos, and a smile that seemed to promise a lot more than just mischief.

Genma started to feel a little warm beneath his belt. Every time Sai came around, Genma's hunter/tracker sense kicked in. It was like Sai was made of pheromones that made you want to dominate him in the dirtiest ways possible. Though, the fact that he was absolutely unattainable might have been a factor as well. Sai had been with Sakura for years, and everyone knew what happened to poor little jounin when they messed with that particular medic nin's things.

"Hey, Sai," Genma murmured, smiling slowly.

The ANBU leaned in and whispered into Genma's ear. "Kakashi is here. He got up a few minutes before you walked in, said something about 'getting some air'."

Genma stared bug-eyed at the younger man for a moment before he choked out. "How did you—I mean, why are you telling me this?"

Sai frowned in confusion. "I figured you were meeting him. He said to tell you he was here when you arrived."

Genma swallowed, unsure as to why he had gotten so defensive all of a sudden. "Ah, okay thanks."

Sai smiled again and Genma's groin did a happy dance, "No problem."

Watching Sai's hand slide gently over Sakura's arm, Genma felt the same kind of self-conscious excitement he felt when he stumbled across a particularly excellent porn. He watched those deliciously light pink lips glide over the pretty medic's slender neck, and Genma decided it really was time to 'get some air'.

While his loins throbbed and his throat burned from a badly mixed drink, Genma motioning to Iruka that he was going for a smoke. Then he turned on his heel and headed for the open balcony.


Kakashi stood leaning against the railing of the club's outer deck, surrounded by smokers and a few small groups of people just needing to cool off. He was happily buzzed already, and had a clear line of sight inside past the bar and to his companion's usual lounging spot. He had felt Genma arrive and had excused himself so he could ogle the special jounin without interruption. When his friend came into view, he mentally clapped himself on the back for his forethought. There was no way he could have explained away the identical spots of drool on either side of his mask.

God above and gods below and sideways and everywhere else, Genma looked good enough to cause spontaneous nasal hemorrhaging, possibly a brain aneurism. No one should be allowed out of their apartment looking like that. They could be attacked and sold off on some black sex market, and then Kakashi would have to convince Iruka into giving him the mission scroll to save him. No doubt some tyrannical overlord of some distant nation would have bought him and war would break out when Kakashi stole Genma back.

Hm, Kakashi paused for a moment as he thought that over. That might make a good story. I'll have to write that down when I get home so I can give it to Naruto.

The Copy Nin's attention was pulled back to Genma as the tokujō tipped back and downed his first drink of the night. Kakashi's mouth went dry as he watched the older man's neck muscles roll. He should never wear his hair up like that so everyone can see all that throat. He shouldn't be wearing those jeans either, they were too tight. Damnit, he was even wearing a shirt that Kakashi had bought him. That tight black one that had a flaming stick figure and the words I tried it at home written below. The Copy Ninja had never meant for that shirt to enhance what it enhanced. He had just bought it because it was hilarious. And half off.

"Shit…" Kakashi murmured under his breath as he watched lean muscle flex and pull as the special jounin turned to speak to Sai. Now there was a combination: Genma and Sai. That was worthy of a video camera and an entire bottle of lotion. Genma fucking Sai, legs spread on his back; Genma fucking Sai from behind over a table. Sai sucking Genma off, Genma fingering Sai discreetly in the middle of a debriefing—

"Okay wow, stop," Kakashi closed his eyes and took a few deeps breaths. "Down tiger, down." Think of Gai… Think of Gai in a pink, lacy thing doing the Macarena on the roof of the Hokage tower… That's not sexy. That is in no way sexy at all. Breath, breathe, breathe…

Sai was no doubt relaying his message at the moment, so Kakashi figured he had about ten seconds before Genma neared the outer doors and spotted him. The Copy Nin turned as nonchalantly as he could, and leaned his elbows on the railing. Last month's mission digging through shit to find that farmer lady's necklace… Naruto's ramen slurping… fish market on a hot day… childbirth—

The click of a lighter and the gentle touch of Genma's chakra pulled Kakashi out of his frantic mental cool down. The silver-haired nin gripped the cold metal and turned to the tokujō, who looked at that moment, as smooth and as enticing as a long drink of good whisky.

"Yo," Kakashi said.


Genma found Kakashi leaning against the deck railing. It struck the special jounin funny for a moment that the Copy Nin needed to step outside. It wasn't like he was going to smoke. However, whatever the reason, Kakashi was outside, lounging lazily and watching the comings and goings of the club's patrons.

It was rare to see his friend in civilians. Kakashi looked good. His jeans hung low on his hips and were tight enough to show off a few distinct curves of muscled ass, but left just enough to the imagination that it was a bit of a torment. A black, long sleeved, button up with a collar completed a simple ensemble that, on most anyone else, would have been boring. On Kakashi however, it was like opening up a men's fashion magazine. He had also traded out his hitai-ate for a silk eye patch, and his hair was doing the sexylesscrazy thing again.

Genma put a cigarette between his lips and lit the tip. He pulled the smoke into his lungs and stepped up beside the younger man. Kakashi turned to him, a pillar of cool and nonchalant, and purred beneath his mask.

"Yo."

He's always so together, Genma thought to himself. Here I am, nervous as shit and stressing about stupid things like if he likes what I'm wearing, or if he's even close to excited as I am to see him, but I'm really just a fucking idiot.

"Well, I must have done something good today to get this lucky," Genma teased. His voice was infinitely steadier than how he felt. "What's your name, soldier?"

Kakashi chuckled and plucked the cigarette from Genma's fingers. Okay maybe he was going to smoke.

"Whatever you want it to be," he said softly, and turned away to take a drag.

Genma snorted, "Someone's gonna see you."

Kakashi turned back, handing off the cigarette. "Don't care. They won't remember, and if they do, I put up a jutsu."

Genma let the cigarette hang between his lips as he cocked an eyebrow, "Then, why the mask?"

"Well, to you guys this is my face." Kakashi shrugged, "And the jutsu only activates when the mask comes down."

Genma shook his head, shaking free a few locks of his long bangs. Kakashi watched them fall with his one grey eye. The special jounin moved closer and caught his breath when he felt the edges of the Copy Nin's arousal in his chakra. There was no mistaking that Kakashi wanted him, and it made Genma's heart pound.

"Iruka's got first round," he said softly. "You should go get yourself the free drink."

Kakashi shrugged again. "I like the company here better."

Genma grinned at the younger man's response and slid a teasing hand down Kakashi's side. He hooked a finger in the jounin's pocket and pulled the silver-haired nin closer. He inhaled Kakashi's earthy scent before he took his last drag.

"Then, a free drink on me?"

Kakashi nodded slowly, his eye never leaving Genma's face, "Okay."

Genma pulled Kakashi behind him, charmed that the Copy Nin was letting himself be dragged around. He threw his cigarette butt in the tray beside the doors and headed back into the warm, stagnate air of the club. When they neared the small swarm of people by the bar waiting for drinks, the tokujō pulled Kakashi to stand beside him, and put just enough distance between them to be inconspicuous.

"So where's Naruto?"

Kakashi gave him an eye crinkle and slipped his hands into his pockets. "Fell asleep a couple hours ago. He's always tired now. Couldn't even get through the movie we rented."

"Aw, so cute," Genma snickered.

"What are you getting?" Kakashi asked.

It was Genma's turn to shrug, "Probably a Heavy Harvey."

Kakashi made a noise. "Those things can kill cancer cells."

Genma laughed. "Yeah well, you gotta get the trendy drinks when you come out here. Konoha has nothing but sake."

"I happen to like sake."

"I do too," Genma leaned closer and whispered into Kakashi's ear, "but I'm trying to get you drunk."

Kakashi's eyebrow rose. "Oh? You need me drunk for something?"

Genma grinned. "Maybe not 'need', but I have an urge to get you silly."

"I'm already silly."

"Oh, yes, I know."

A few minutes later, drinks in hand, Genma led Kakashi away from the bar to lean against the wall near the balcony doors. The tokujō tipped back, downing half the glass easily, despite the intense burn. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Genma was not surprised to find Kakashi had already polished off two thirds of his own drink without him even seeing.

"This really tastes like shit," Kakashi laughed, his eye pinched shut.

"Yeah," Genma chuckled, "it does. But like I said, I'm trying to get you exceptionally inebriated."

Kakashi turned away to finish off the rest of the drink, and placed the glass on a nearby table. He glanced back at Genma with a gleam in his eye as he returned to leaning against the wall.

"It's not necessary," he said softly, seriousness creeping into his voice. "I'd do whatever you wanted, wasted or not."

Genma slowly downed the rest, his eyes never leaving Kakashi's. He set the glass on the table and moved in close to the younger man. He slouched the way he knew everyone loved, and slid his hands suggestively into his pockets.

"It's not about that," he purred. "It's about getting you vulnerable and off balance." Genma moved in a little closer, pressing Kakashi up against the wall without touching him. "It's about getting you to have no choice but to do whatever I want."

Kakashi shivered so hard Genma saw it. The Copy Nin took a breath and whispered shakily.

"Then get me another one."

Genma gladly obliged. He left and returned with another couple of Harveys and chaser shots. The proximity of their bodies lessened as the drinks disappeared, and Genma watched with amusement as Kakashi's eyelids started to droop after the shots.

"Why do you keep turning away to drink?" Genma asked suddenly. "I thought you had that jutsu up."

Kakashi stared at him. "The jutsu doesn't include you."

Genma's eyes widened. The impact of Kakashi's statement hit him hard, and the tokujō felt his stomach tighten with excitement. Kakashi was still willing to let him see his face, all he need do was ask…

"Well," Genma grinned over the rim of his glass. "Keep turning away; it is not gonna happen tonight."

Kakashi shrugged and took another hidden swallow. He seemed to think for a moment before speaking again. "You know, we don't have to make up pretenses for seeing each other."

Genma's heart pounded merrily. "Oh?"

Kakashi nodded. "We are officially sex buddies. I'll come over if you just ask."

"Or you could just come over," Genma grinned again, liking the combination of titles Kakashi had concocted.

Kakashi nodded. "Or I could just come over. We don't have to be meeting up in clubs, pretending that we haven't been thinking about boning each other all day."

Genma's loins throbbed and he finally moved closer. "You were thinking about boning me all day?"

"Hell yeah," Kakashi slurred. "Well, one of us boning the other one at least. Preferably you boning me, but the mechanics of it really don't matter all that much. Boning with Genma is boning with Genma: it's all good."

"You like that word, 'boning'."

"If it is proceeded immediately by the word Genma? Then yes." Kakashi beamed drunkenly from beneath the mask. "I think about getting boned, screwed, boinked, fucked—whatever you wanna call it—by you, pretty much all the time."

Genma fought an urge to shove Kakashi up against the wall right there and 'bone' him to his heart's content. Even if it was just the novelty of new sex, or maybe the thrill of messing around with someone he probably shouldn't be messing around with, it didn't matter. Being thought of like that by Konoha's top jounin—and one of the sexiest men Genma had ever had the privilege of knowing on top of it—made the tokujō's ego spike for the first time in months. Instead of slamming Kakashi against the concrete wall, he downed the last shot and slid his hand around the younger man's waist.

"Let's go," he said into the Copy Nin's ear.

"Can't," Kakashi shook his head. "You've only been here like, twenty minutes. Iruka's gonna chew me a new one if we leave now."

Genma pulled the silver-haired nin's body against his and ran his tongue over his friend's pale ear. "I never said anything about leaving."

As he pulled back, Kakashi gave the older man a knowing stare and pushed off the wall. He held out his arm and let Genma pull him down the stairs, through the crowd on the dance floor, and into the men's restroom.

Genma hauled Kakashi inside, and tossed him gently at the sink. There were two patrons at the urinals, and the special jounin was careful to be discreet in his reasons for barging into the bathroom.

Even mildly drunk, Kakashi still caught on and pretended to be getting sick. He moaned softly leaning over one of the sinks, pulled his mask down, and covered his mouth with his hands. The larger man at the urinals, turned and chuckled when he saw Kakashi. He zipped up and made his way to the sink next to the jounin.

"One too many, huh?" he asked as he washed his hands.

"Oh…" Kakashi moaned again, "three or four too many…"

The first man laughed again and turned to leave. The second turned around and made a straight line for the door, not giving a second glance to Kakashi or Genma as he exited.

"Eew," Kakashi said as he straightened and pulled his mask back up, "he didn't wash his hands."

The jounin's eyes slid slowly to Genma as the tokujō pushed the door all the way closed. Kakashi turned around and leaned his ass against the marble counter, his hands on the cool surface.

"I'm kinda dizzy," the Copy Nin chuckled.

Genma smirked and made his way across the tiles slowly. He watched Kakashi watching him, feeling out with his chakra to mix with the younger man's energy. He could sense Kakashi's excitement; his arousal. He could almost taste the need and the hunger in the air as he put his hands on the counter and eased up against the other man's hard body.

"Damn…" Genma waited a few beats to heighten the anticipation, "You are sexy as hell right now…"

The visible parts of Kakashi's cheeks reddened almost instantly. The jounin made a quiet sound and pushed his hips against the older man. "It's… just the drinks… alcohol induced pheromones."

"Does alcohol induce pheromones?"

"I have no idea."

Genma shook his head and breathed across the bridge of Kakashi's nose. The Copy Nin's eyes were lazy, heavily lidded and seemingly uninterested. They betrayed nothing of what Genma could feel in the younger man's body and in his chakra. The special jounin could sense Kakashi's restraint wearing thin, and he smiled as he thought about how he was going to break it.

"So," Kakashi said quietly, his words running together, "are we gonna fuck right here in the bathroom where anyone could just walk in?"

Genma nodded. "We can move into a stall if you're worried about one of your former students seeing us." He loved the way Kakashi's chest was rising and falling so heavily. He was sure if he reached out and ran a hand down the silver-haired nin's arm, it would be shaking. The tokujō's nerves sung and his veins pumped with the adrenaline of having a man as powerful as Kakashi under his spell.

Kakashi shrugged halfheartedly. "It's not that I'm worried. I'm actually okay with—"

"—Don't say you're okay with me fucking you in public," Genma teased as he pressed the younger man hard against the sink, "Because I'll do it. I won't even hesitate."

Kakashi lifted a hand and removed the eye patch. Genma was momentarily stunned as the Copy Nin opened his left eye and he was regarded with the intense, red gaze of the sharingan. Kakashi's arousal was no longer hidden; his body, his chakra, his eyes all seemed to cry out for Genma to take—to devour him...

Genma lifted his hands and slid his fingers into Kakashi's hair. He pulled the jounin's head back and breathed heavily across the dark fabric of the younger man's mask. Kakashi's hands went to his hips, slipping fingers underneath his shirt.

"Hey, Genma?" Kakashi panted.

"Hm?" the special jounin murmured.

"I uh…"

The bathroom door flew open and slammed against the wall. The sound broke the intimate connection and sent Genma hurling into the stall at the end of the line. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, but then he almost laughed. Even intoxicated, Kakashi's reflexes were deadly. The Copy Nin had moved around him, grabbed a hold of his arm, and pulled them both into a stall before Genma could even think about it. The tokujō found himself crushed with his shoulder blades against the concrete wall, and his chest pressed against Kakashi's back. The blond listened to the intruding voices as he tried not to snicker into Kakashi's ear.

"Sorry," Kakashi whispered, his words still slurred. "That was completely refles... reflefsi…"

"Reflexive?" Genma offered.

"Yeah, that."

Genma responded by sliding his hands around the jounin's waist as they both stood huddled in the stall, listening to the men at the urinals.

"But you'll never guess what she did, dude," the first voice chuckled. "You know that vase in the living room at my parent's house?"

"No fucking way, man," the second replied. "That's nasty, I don't wanna hear it."

"I swear to God!" the first insisted. "My parents were in the next fucking room and here she goes, pulling that thing off and-"

"Dude! I'm serious! That's my freaking cousin you're talking about! I'm gonna throw up!"

Genma listened with half an ear as Kakashi's hair brushed across his face. He inhaled the younger man's masculine scent and brought his fingers up to tug on the mask. Kakashi froze as he felt Genma's hand at his face, but he made no moves to stop him as the older man slowly pulled the fabric down. The tokujō freed the Copy Nin's throat and ran his tongue slowly up pale skin. Sweat beaded on the back of Kakashi's neck, and Genma helped himself as the jounin started to squirm in his arms.

Water ran in the sink as the two men washed, and the door creaked loudly as they left. Genma took the opportunity to bite down on Kakashi's ear, and the younger man made a noise that might have been a groan. He pressed back against Genma and rolled his hips, effectively putting the special jounin's erection comfortably in the clef of his muscular ass.

Genma could hold on no longer and pulled Kakashi around to press him face first into the wall. Kakashi's hands made fists against the concrete, and he hung his head between his arms. "Yes," he panted loudly, "hell yes."

Genma reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He held the package in his teeth as he reached around Kakashi to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his hips. Kakashi spread his legs a little, keeping the fabric from falling all the way to the floor, and turned his head to look at Genma over his shoulder. Genma glanced up, meeting his eyes, and chuckled at seeing the bottom half of the Copy Nin's face still hidden behind his dark sleeve.

The tokujō held Kakashi's gaze as he used his teeth to rip open the condom. He slid the slick rubber over two of his fingers and reached down to tease the younger man's entrance. He slid in easily as Kakashi's body opened for him without resistance. Genma stroked in and out, loosening muscles and teasing spots that made the silver-haired man gasp loudly in approval.

The door opened again, and Kakashi's body tightened. The jounin stilled, waiting for the familiar sound from the urinals, but Genma was not letting Kakashi get by so easily. He pressed in close against the other man and slid his fingers out and back in slowly. He watched the Copy Ninja's shoulders and arms start to shake with the effort to hold everything in. He moved even slower, sliding his fingers out to the tips, teasing that puckered ring of flesh before pushing back in even slower than before.

There was a flush, and the door opened. Another patron returned to the party without washing his hands.

However, Genma was too busy to care. Kakashi had started to make the most erotic sounds the moment they were alone again. He moaned and panted as Genma slowly finger fucked him. He pushed back with his hips, begging with his body. The act floored Genma and sent his arousal into dangerous temperatures.

"Oh my God," Genma grinned and ran his tongue over his lips. "You're such a slut."

"Ah…" Kakashi panted as his sharingan eye watched over his shoulder. "Shut up… Get to the good part…"

Genma bit back a laugh and slid his fingers free to drop the rubber into the toilet. He retrieved another from his pocket and unfastened his own jeans. He freed himself and slid the condom over his hot length. He took Kakashi by the hips and guided himself into the Copy Nin's body. The jounin cursed, growling low in his throat, and pressed himself flat against the wall.

Genma brought his body flush against the other man's and whispered into Kakashi's ear, "You okay?"

Kakashi stayed still, his forehead against the concrete, but then Genma felt his body loosening again and the Copy Nin arched and pushed back against him.

"I'm fine," Kakashi murmured, his voice shaking slightly. "It just… felt really good."

Genma held onto that trembling body and smiled against the flushed skin of Kakashi's neck. "Well, in that case…" He purred and started to move. He wasted no time in getting Kakashi accustomed to him. The tokujō thrust hard and deep, rolling his hips with precision, his muscles flexing as he pulled back and roughly snapped forward.

Kakashi was getting loud. Genma had figured he would be, but not to this extent. Obscenities flowed from the normally reserved mouth, and the jounin's pants and cries echoed off the stone walls and ceiling. When the door opened once again, Genma had to cover the younger man's mouth with his hand.

"Can you believe that bitch?" a low voice said, angrily. "This is the fourth fucking weekend I've taken her out, and she's still not giving it up. I've spent so much God dammed money on her, I'm about to…"

Kakashi arched hard against Genma and bit down on the tokujō's hand. Genma shivered and pushed Kakashi against the wall harder. He released the jounin's mouth slowly, waiting to see if Kakashi was going to stay quiet. When the silver-haired man proved to be able to quell his cries, Genma's hands returned to the younger man's hips. He slowed his pace but thrust more violently into the jounin's body. He silently dared Kakashi to make a sound as he fucked him harder. He teased and tortured the younger man, knowing that he was being cruel, but also knowing deep down, that Kakashi wanted it this way and had asked for it with that pleading bite.

They moved together like desperate animals, but made no sound. Their training over the years had made them kings of deception and masters of abating detection. They fucked hard, fast, and violently, while holding in their chakra; barely even moving the air around them. It was the most intense experience Genma had ever felt. His muscles started to burn with strain, his head felt dizzy and muddled. He felt himself starting to slip and gathered the back of Kakashi's shirt into his mouth. He clamped down hard on the fabric to keep himself from crying out as he pounded into the Copy Nin.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the door slam shut, but that did not break them of their silence. They continued withholding themselves; holding in the words, holding in the guttural animalistic sounds their bodies wanted to desperately to make.

Only when Kakashi's hand slid over his and guided it to his erection did Genma let himself go. He growled deeply into the younger man's neck and stroked the jounin until he shuddered helplessly and pulsed in his hand. Kakashi's mouth opened to let out a cry in his ecstasy, but Genma's hand returned to his mouth. He pulled the jounin's head back violently against his shoulder, and felt the sting of the Copy Nin's teeth on his fingers. Blood trickled down the back of his palm, but he couldn't care less. He was coming in hot, thick spurts deep into Kakashi's shaking, beautiful, sensual body.

Breathing slowed, bodies untangled; clothes were pulled back on by unsteady hands, and masks were replaced with trembling fingers. Grey and red eyes met with dark honey, and the two ninjas stared at each other for several long moments.

"I'm sorry…" Kakashi said finally, and Genma knew immediately he meant the bite on his hand.

"It's all right," he whispered, "it was worth it."

"You're amazing," Kakashi said with awe in his voice.

Genma felt his cheeks heat but he held Kakashi's gaze. "So are you."

Kakashi didn't move. He stayed leaning against the wall, watching Genma with heavy-lidded eyes. The tokujō felt the younger man wanted something from him, but he couldn't think of what it might be.

"This feels really weird," Kakashi said finally.

"What does," Genma couldn't help but chuckle.

Kakashi pushed off the wall slowly and brought his hand up to brush sweaty bangs from Genma's forehead. "I feel really good, really relaxed and floaty and all that… satisfied, but…"

"But?" Genma frowned.

Kakashi moved closer, bringing his masked lips a hair's breath from Genma's.

"But I feel like I need to do it again… right now."

Genma chuckled again. "Can't get enough of me?" he teased.

The Copy Nin was quiet for a moment, and it sobered Genma considerably.

"Maybe," Kakashi said softly.

Genma took that chance and leaned forward to press his lips against Kakashi's. The mask was warm, and slightly damp, but it smelled earthy like Kakashi and was soft against Genma's skin. The tokujō felt Kakashi's breath catch and pulled back slightly to look into the younger man's eyes. He saw the tomoe spinning slowly, and suddenly felt like he was falling.

Kakashi caught him as his legs gave out. "I'm sorry," the silver-haired nin whispered into his ear. "I lost myself for a second."

Genma breathed slowly, fighting back a laugh as he straightened. "Shit, that was fucking insane. Remind me not to do that again."

Kakashi shook his head. "My fault, it's a fetish."

"What is?" Genma asked, confused.

"Kissing with the mask on," the jounin replied.

Genma bit his lip to hold back the smile. Kakashi was blushing. The tops of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose was flaming red like the tokujō had never seen before. He leaned forward while Kakashi was still distracted by being embarrassed and kissed him again. This time Kakashi staggered a little, but Genma steadied him, and pulled him out of the stall.

"Come on," he said with a laugh. "Let's get back to everybody before they think we're sucking each other off or something."

"Oh wow, that sounds good too." Kakashi followed him, but pulled at his arm before he reached the door.

"Wash your hands first."

TBC