Kakashi pulled me up the old-fashioned stairs without so much as a backward glance.
Our room was quaint and tidy, with tatami and sliding doors. I didn't even try to use the restroom first, allowing Kakashi-Koyote to get comfortable at his leisure and tiptoeing around his mood because Hachidori would. And also because I just felt too leaden to do anything else. I busied myself with making our bed - one bed, a problem in itself - with a servant's zeal, wearing my awkward borrowed haori and trying not to feel anything at all. I had to pee but held it, listening through the paper screen to the sound of the soaking tub filling up. Kakashi was finally going to get his bath…
I tried to stay busy. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. The air-dried waves were bouncy enough, the bangs a bit flat. My face needed rouge. I took out my kit. Hachidori was probably the type to wear makeup to bed when with a patron. No way she'd show her naked face… and that was fine with me - what it would do to my pores be damned - because I looked so sad and pale it was pathetic.
I laid on the blush and lipstick. I fluffed my hair. I took off the horrid coat of Haven's (what kind of name was that anyway?!) that smelled like sandalwood and rusty crossbow. I dabbed Hachidori perfume (cotton candy) in places. I slipped into a Hachidori nightgown, which was a see-through black babydoll… thing. The floofy gown tied under the bust, and had lace trim. It only went to the hip… and the matching underwear it came with was basically a piece of string.
I wasn't a lingerie person except where it pertained to work. I always slept in a t-shirt and my plain boring cotton full-coverage "obasan" panties. The Hachidori pajamas were worse than being naked, obviously made for showing how naked you might as well be. I felt like a morbid cupcake.
The sliding door behind me moved and I jumped. Finally, he came out of the washroom. I hurriedly put away my beauty tools and tried to look nonchalant.
"Are you finished in there, Koyote?" I asked softly, turning but not looking up. I kept my eyes down and studied the tatami. I felt really exposed in the costume and moved my arms over myself a bit, clasping my hands in my lap.
No answer. I swallowed. "Um, is it alright if I go to the bathroom now?" I peeked up at Kakashi through my eyelashes, nervous. I wasn't sure what to expect of his mood, or what he might be thinking…
His exposed eye was showing something I couldn't quite figure out… anger and irritation, I guessed. It was a hard, brittle look. He'd kept the bandages over his face as planned, and they made him look kind of dangerous. Luckily he'd remembered not to get his hair wet. I glanced at his body to check the status of the tattoos… and hurriedly looked away, turning red. He was wearing only a towel and seeing so much torso only reminded me of the hot springs debacle. I cringed.
"Sorry," I whispered for no reason.
He stepped past me. "You should take a bath," he said, going straight for his clothes. I slowly started to get up. "I… I didn't know you needed to use the restroom," he added suddenly. "I apologize. I should have offered."
I hesitated. That seemed way out of character for Koyote… I turned slightly. He was putting on his yukata, mouth tense and jaw tight. He wasn't looking at me.
"I'm going out," he said brusquely. "Do not leave this room, Ha..." he stopped, swallowed. "Hachidori."
"Of course not, Koyote - where else would I go?" I giggled weakly, partly because it was in character and partly because I wished I'd crumble into dust right there, and that the wind would blow me away. Kakashi was clearly disgusted with me about the hot springs.
"I don't know when I'll be back - just clean yourself up and go to bed," he ordered. I nodded obediently, turned away and went into the bathroom, glad it was steamy because then if I cried a little it wouldn't be noticeable. I slipped off the silly lingerie and pinned up my hair.
It's all irrelevant. The mission was a success. It's going very well. It was true, but the fact seemed to only make me feel more hollow.
I stepped into the tub and heard the door to our room close. Alone, I sank deep, deep into the water… but was careful not to mess up my makeup.
…
"Dori-chan!" In my dream I thought I heard a lilting voice. But I was dreaming of being a rabbit, running alongside the brook… who would be calling me that name, here?
I startled awake. There was a man just inside the door. It was very dark, and he held something in his hand I couldn't quite make out… a club...?! I tensed, hand instantly around the kunai I always slept with under my pillow. The shadowy man raised the club… to his mouth? I squinted. It wasn't a club - just a bottle of saké.
Oh, it's Kakashi, he's back… I thought in relief as my pounding heart slowed slightly, adrenaline dispersing. I rubbed my eyes carefully - remembering I'd worn makeup to bed - and frowned at how jumpy I was. That was unusual, for a mission.
"Move over," Kakashi ordered, stalking toward the bed. His voice was slightly thick and I could smell the saké…
"Wha… what?" I asked, in sleepy Hachidori voice. "Koyote, are you drunk?!" I squealed as he yanked back the covers and pinched my butt to make me scoot off to the side. He fell into the bed and spread out comfortably on his back. I glared in the dark and tried to give him plenty of room, pulling the covers back up...
But he reached out with one hand and yanked them off me again. "Lie on your stomach," he ordered, putting one arm behind his head. A tingle rushed up my spine. He seemed inebriated, but the Kakashi I knew never lost control…
I rolled onto my stomach, cradling my head on my arms, and lay there quietly next to him, waiting to see what he'd do next. Peeking at him through my bangs, I saw his head turn slightly toward me. I could see a little of the light from the streetlamp outside reflected in his dark exposed eye. He looked sleepy, but the onyx gaze was intense and seemed to travel down my body, lingering on my backside. I blushed in the dark, remembering the horrid thong underwear and the see-through nightgown. I was thankful for all the shadows.
I trembled as Kakashi's hand reached for me. His long, strong fingers edged the chemise up, found their way under and pressed into my lower back. His touch burned through me… but it was a message, not a caress.
Mercs followed us here. Watching. He signed. I tensed just slightly. Anger at myself for not noticing flooded my stomach. I gritted my teeth, nodding acknowledgment. Used sharingan to detect Kakashi continued. That made me feel a bit better.
Kakashi's finger traced steadily across my skin. Stayed out so they were on me. Drinking at bar. Now gone. No worries.
I felt relief settle over me. Perhaps that was why his mood seemed cold earlier...? No, he'd definitely changed after the hot springs. But no matter - he was a competent partner, and he'd protected our interests here. Neither his nor my feelings on the dirty details of the mission were relevant.
He didn't sign anything more. The silence seemed strange and stifling. I was too conscious of my own breathing… and was I imagining things, or was his hand lingering on my hip even though he'd finished his update? I could feel the warmth of his palm, and the pressure of his fingertips near my lower spine…
Just then he started to withdraw his hand from me. Without thinking, I moved my arm and grabbed his wrist. His eyelid lifted slightly in surprise.
Thank you I drew quickly on the back of his hand. Our faces were only a couple feet apart… I realized I was staring at his mouth. My hand was over his, preventing him from moving it off my back. My gaze flicked up and I saw a little line appear between his brows. His mouth tightened in a frown. His hand twitched and I was sure he meant to jerk it away - now that he'd relayed the message he probably wanted to be done touching me…
Ha...na...re… Kakashi's fingers pressed into my flesh.
My heart fluttered. My real name? I moved my hand off of his, not sure why, and reached out, touching the edge of his robe. My fingers grazed the skin of his chest. Kakashi… I signed back. I held my breath, expecting him to reject me… I waited for the rebuke, or for him to simply roll over and ignore me. I wondered how I looked in the shadows, to him.
Instead of pulling away, his hand moved again, a whisper across my skin: Last night. Sorry. His eye was so dark. The hot springs. I'm sorry, you had to, for the missìon… His face was full of… sorrow? It wasn't pity, or I would've been angry. His violet-tinged hair was mussed over the pillow. The night shadows curved around and over his face, the bandages hiding the sharingan unable to conceal the handsomeness of his features… my comrade, and…
More?
I shook my head.
I'm. Not. Sorry.
My fingers stabbed into his chest, and when I was finished with my message I grabbed the edge of his robe, and pulled… He edged a fraction of an inch toward me but resisted, so I went the rest of the way, closing the distance between us.
I pressed my lips to his, still clutching his yukata. I felt, incidentally, that his hand had drifted down from my lower back and was now definitely on my ass. Kakashi I drew on the skin of his stomach as I kissed him. I felt his free hand hesitate; the other that had been propped behind his head he drew out and his fingers caressed my raven hair, pausing at the back of my neck.
Please I signed. My lips trailed kisses along his jaw, down his neck… I nuzzled into him and slid my leg across his. He smelled like soap and saké, his many fine battle scars like braille beneath my fingers as I touched him. Kakashi… please. It was much easier to beg when I could write it.
His arms tightened around me in the dark. I felt his lips brush my ear, my cheek… Then suddenly he pulled me on top of him.
He was kissing me and I thought my heart would explode. I reveled unapologetically in his embrace, loving the softness of his lips, the warmth of his mouth… the strength of his arms holding me close. It was almost like I was breathing for the first time. It might just be this once, I thought. But I can live with that…
I felt Kakashi's hand slide further up under my nightgown, until I could feel his fingers brush along the side of my breast. I shivered. Are… you… sure…? he signed as he caressed me there.
My fingertips feathered along his cheek: Yes.
Kakashi's gentle touch at the back of my neck became a firm grip. His fingers clenched in my hair as he held me there and deepened the kiss, penetrating my mouth with his tongue. My head spun and I felt myself starting to get wet from his kisses alone. Kakashi slid his other hand all the way back down along the curve of my back and over my hip. He grabbed me at the back of my thigh under my butt and jerked me forward and up, so I was straddling him… stretched across his hips…
He was still holding me by the nape of my neck, his tongue having its way with my mouth. I struggled to absorb the surreal moment… It was very different from the adrenaline-laced hot springs encounter. Kakashi's entire aura was different. He hadn't kissed me like this there… A sudden revelation flitted through my mind: What if he was much more traumatized by the context of that tryst than I thought? He wasn't a spy, after all, wasn't used to what the job demanded...
Our room was all shades of blue and black and silver. The streetlights outside cast a moon-like glow. Kakashi tasted like life… like safety. Like a chance at something… something good. I couldn't help my eagerness. I'd waited so long, just to show him what he meant to me. I was fully aware that this wasn't required for the mission… I wondered, what did it mean to him?
I felt my face flush even more as his hand slid upward from my thigh to my ass, his fingers teasing, exploring… He took hold of my panties and pulled - what little fabric there was rubbed against my center and I groaned into his mouth, knowing I was getting wetter with each passing second.
Kakashi finally let go of my neck and I sat up and leaned back, taking huge breaths to try and cool my flushed face. He smiled gently up at me as he put his hands on my hips and pressed me down more firmly onto him, slowly moving me in a rocking motion over his growing hardness. The feel of him beneath me was incredible - I whimpered and his smile turned more impish. He traced with one finger on my thigh: undo your top. His lazy stare made me blush as I lifted my hands to untie the ribbon in front. I went super slowly, trying to tease him. I gave him a coy shy smile and fumbled with the bow… but all he did was rub me harder against him and winked as I gasped in surprise at how erect he was already.
The ribbon fell away and the gown came undone, parting down the middle and exposing my breasts. Kakashi's eye raked over me. Then he grinned in the dark. Touch them he drew with one finger across my stomach. I was glad the shadows hid me turning redder. I took one breast in each hand and fondled them, unable to look at Kakashi directly. I could feel him watching, though, as he rocked me atop him. I wanted him so badly already but he seemed to be enjoying taking his time.
Suddenly he sat up. "Oh!" I squeaked in surprise. He put an arm loosely around me, holding me on his lap, leaned his head down slightly and started sucking on my nipple. I gasped... with the other hand he started to touch my breasts himself. The sensation of his lips on one of my most sensitive areas was amazing. I groaned softly as he suckled, getting even more aroused and flushed. When he pinched and twisted one nipple and grazed his teeth on the other I couldn't help but cry out.
I wanted to say his name but couldn't… and it was embarrassing but I felt like I could climax soon just from the pressure of him between my legs and his ministrations at my bosom. Kakashi... I traced desperately on his bare chest. I whimpered as he sucked hard on my nipple.
He paused. Yes? he signed on my chest… with his tongue! I giggled despite myself and he seemed to like that, nuzzling my neck. I wrapped my arms around his muscular body, gasping as he ground me hard on top of him.
I'm… close… I drew on his back, relishing every second I got to touch his skin. I briefly wondered how much of this might be influenced by the amount of drinking he'd done - or was this Kakashi de rigueur for a mission? I had no point of reference. His words at camp came back: "I can't concentrate, if I don't…" Maybe he was just preparing for tomorrow. Or maybe it was something else…
I let the little flame of hope stay for the moment, and pushed the rest of my thoughts from my mind. I could feel myself wet between the legs, burning for release. Kakashi was slipping the nightgown off my shoulders. He pulled a kunai from somewhere (was it my own, from under the pillow?) and cut the panties off of me, tossing the remains at the door. I giggled, then realized I was completely naked sitting on top of him while he was fully clothed. My captain seemed to approve, though, smiling at me as he leaned back, hands on my hips, lifting me as his languid eye stared at my aroused center.
He jerked me forward, and suddenly I found myself straddling his face instead of his lap. I need to tell you something but you have to guess- he drew with a finger on my butt cheek, right before he penetrated me with his tongue. I moaned at the feeling then covered my mouth with my hand to stifle a snort of laughter when I realized he was writing signs down there…
I was actually trying to decipher it through the haze of sensation but it was hopeless. I came without knowing what the hell Kakashi was saying, or if he was just messing with me...
It didn't matter. I threw my head back without any control over the cry that ripped from my throat, arching my back and pressing down reflexly onto his fine, fine mouth.
"Mmmm," I heard Kakashi say, muffled between my legs. I was seeing stars but something in his tone still made me blush hard.
"Ah… ah… uh," was all I could reply.
That's not what I said he signed on my back, keeping his mouth on me. Guess again? Aftershocks rolled through my body and I whimpered, falling forward. I caught myself, hands braced on the floor.
"I give up, Koyote!" I breathed heavily, too tired to sign it. My thighs trembled around Kakashi's head. He finally stopped kissing me down there and broke contact. I thought I heard him sigh.
"Well then, Hachidori," he said in a low voice. "I suppose I'll have to fuck you all over this room as punishment."
It was Kakashi's sing-song lilt, but Koyote's crude word choice. Something about the juxtaposition made me tremble with anticipation. I was sure I would've blushed more if I wasn't already at maximum redness. I felt Kakashi slip his head out from under my legs, which left me on all fours in the dark. He scooted around in front of me and took my chin in his hand, tilting my face up.
"You look pretty good like this, you know," he said, and I felt heat bloom across my face and course down my neck and elsewhere… I noticed he, too, had a slight flush across his cheekbones though whether from drink or pleasure or emotion I couldn't say. I happened to glance down and see the tent in his pants. My eyes widened. It looked substantial…
I bit my lip. I hesitated. Then I reached out and untied his pants. He raised his eyebrow at me. You don't have to he drew on my shoulder. I paused, searching his face. His eye looked intensely dilated and I could see his chest move with elevated breathing. He definitely wanted it. It was just Kakashi, being polite…
"Shut up, Koyote! You talk too much," I snapped in an exaggerated Hachidori pout.
Lean back I signed gently on Kakashi's chest. He did, bracing his arms on the floor and splaying his legs comfortably in front of me. I freed him from the fitted pants of the merchant disguise and he sighed.
He was hard and beautiful… I crawled slightly closer, wrapped my palm around the length of him, leaned my head down over his lap and guided him into my mouth. On my knees, I kept my ass up so he could look (since he seemed to like it) as I trailed my tongue over and under, getting to know him… There was no way I could fit him all at once - even having worked on my gag reflex (as one of the more interesting parts of espionage training) - he was too big to take in fully. I'd just have to do the best I could.
"Ha… ah, uh - Hachidori…" he groaned softly. I felt him twitch his hips slightly upward to thrust deeper into my mouth. I sucked a little harder, starting to get wet again from pleasuring him.
"Ahhh. Ahhh…!" He let his head fall back, sighing into the night and I smiled with my lips still around him. He seemed to be so relaxed and enjoying it…
CRACK!
The door…?!
