Chapter 9
Genma lit his cigarette and inhaled slowly. The grin that pulled at his lips was impossible to stop. It turned up the corners of his mouth as if by some unseen hands tugging at his skin.
Genma had known from the start, as had Kakashi, that it would be impossible to hide the fact that they were seeing each other casually. Their friends were ninja after all, they lived their lives watching and observing; trained to notice subtle tells and details from an early age. Nothing was kept a secret in Konoha for long. But that didn't change the fact that despite his reputation, Genma was a very private person. He was never one to broadcast who he had sex with, and where, and how often like some people. The rumors about the tokujō's sexual escapades were extensive, but also unsubstantiated. He never officially confirmed or denied anything. No one knew what to believe and what not to believe, so Genma had always lived comfortably in the wide and ambiguous shadow of his legend.
He should have remembered however, that Shikamaru would not only figure it out, but he would do so swiftly and with a hell of a lot more accuracy than most of his other colleagues. The young Nara's intuition was hardly ever wrong, and his reasoning skills were more than a little uncanny.
Genma let silence stretch between them before he responded. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
Shikamaru snickered. "Oh, sorry, let me remind you then. He's this tall, kind of lanky ninja with crazy silver hair and a mask? Was all over you a few minutes ago in the club?"
Genma's eyes opened wide in mock surprise, "Oh yeah, that one."
"Yes, the one that's 'burning with the flame of youth' for you."
Genma laughed. "I wouldn't go that far."
"Oh, you wouldn't?"
"No," Genma sucked on the cigarette. "It's casual, it's fun. It's not serious."
"Oh, I see." The Nara leaned back against the railing watching the older man through a haze of smoke. He clearly didn't believe the 'casual' part.
Genma's stomach surprised him by doing a flip-flop. The tips of his fingers tingled, and his lungs suddenly needed air desperately. It was sort of the opposite of a panic attack, if there was such a thing.
"I…" Genma almost laughed when his words caught in his throat. What was the matter with him? "What are you getting at? Are you saying Kakashi is… like he loves me or something? That's ridiculous."
Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "It's not absurd, but no, I didn't say he was in love with you. I'm just saying he's really, really into you. The last time I saw him, he was huddled on Raidou's roof, watching over you in case things went sour. That goes a little further than just casual sex I think."
The flutter in Genma's chest turned into an all-out marching band. "Kakashi was there?" Kakashi had been hiding on the roof? Why? Why hadn't he said anything?
"Gah…" Shikamaru turned around and leaned his elbows on the railing, "lame…"
"Lame?" Genma almost sputtered, but he managed to keep his tongue from tripping over itself. He took a breath and maintained a somewhat cool exterior. "That doesn't make any sense. I mean, I knew he didn't just 'happen to be there' but, why follow me like that, and then only show up when I'm trying to burn down a fruit stand?"
Shikamaru turned to him, one of his eyebrows cocked. "Maybe because you were trying to burn down a fruit stand?"
Genma pulled his best deadpan glare and retrieved a senbon from his flack vest. He placed it between his lips; the familiar weight and cold metal against his tongue calming him. He watched a moth fluttering around one of the covered lights above and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"You're such a brat," he growled.
Shikamaru smoothed out his grin with his fingers and straightened. "For all I know, he was just being a creep and stalking you. I don't presume to know anything about why Kakashi does what he does, so you shouldn't be asking me. I just wanted details."
It was Genma's turn to roll his eyes. "Don't tell me you actually care. Isn't this all—what's that word you like to use so often—troublesome?"
Shikamaru crushed out his cigarette and shrugged slowly. "If I get a feeling that two of the hottest ninja in the village are fucking each other, I'm going to do some recon. I need material for later tonight when all I got is a pack of cigarettes, my hands, and a bottle of Easy Glide."
Genma stood for a moment, trying to put his brain around everything Shikamaru had just said all at once. Not only had the Nara referred to him as one of the village's hottest ninja, but he had also alluded to masturbation, and using him and Kakashi together as fantasy material. The tokujō had a quick flashback to another time, when he had used another Nara, older and a little rougher around the edges, for the exact same purpose and his face heated in embarrassment. He turned away, knowing it was futile to try and hide, but he couldn't let himself be seen coming so undone by someone more than fifteen years his junior.
"Oh wow," Shikamaru drawled from beside him, "Genma-senpai is blushing. I should go buy a lottery ticket or something." The older man felt the shadow manipulator's warm breath against the shell of his ear and he shivered.
"What gets you off more? The fact that I think you and Kakashi are hot together? Or is it just the image of me jacking off in general?"
Hadn't the plan been to get Kakashi to blush and fluster tonight? Hadn't Genma come here with an agenda to get the Copy Nin out from a slump? How had this all turned around on him so fast he was having trouble breathing? And who did Shikamaru think he was, speaking like that to someone twice his age?
This kid was about a thousand years too early.
Genma slowly calmed himself. He relaxed against the railing and watched Shikamaru watch him with those hooded, yet severe eyes. Eyes a lot like Kakashi's not even an hour ago when the special jounin had the Copy Nin pinned to the wall.
Maybe I can't get enough of you…
The tokujō wasn't a pushover; he wasn't even submissive (most of the time). If Shikamaru thought he was going to play the Top card, then he was about to learn what it was like to try and dominate a Power-Bottom.
"Actually," Genma said softly, his voice like honey over smooth skin. He watched Shikamaru physically react to it and felt a spike of triumph. "The thought of any Nara jacking off gets me pretty hot. But I have to admit the thought of them squirming while I got their cock in my mouth is a lot better."
Shikamaru blinked, clearly thrown. His mouth fell open slightly before he murmured, "Really…"
Genma turned, bringing his body close to the younger man's, but not close enough for them to touch. He tossed his head, sending the few loose hairs that had slipped from his hair tie back from his forehead.
"So, am I right in assuming that you have no plans for tonight after we're through here?"
Shikamaru swallowed, nodding, dark eyes flashing hungrily. "Right."
Genma smiled and watched with satisfaction as Shikamaru followed the roll of the senbon across his bottom lip. "I have an idea."
Shikamaru's gaze turned wicked.
"Excellent."
Legs stretched out, body slumped comfortably into the worn cushions of the couch, Kakashi floated in a pleasant haze of thrumming bass and alcohol. He had blended into the background to watch his friends talk and laugh. He felt most comfortable this way. He made comments here and there that evoked more laughter, but mostly he just listened and observed. He moved aside when Tenzo returned with a stunningly attractive girl with long, copper-colored hair, and stood several times so Anko and Ume could make frequent trips to the bathroom. Girls seriously had the smallest bladders.
Once or twice Kakashi caught himself glancing over at the doors to the balcony. He wasn't really worried per say, just curious as to what Genma and Shikamaru were talking about. For as lazy and uninterested as Shikamaru appeared, Kakashi knew the young Nara was never actually uninterested. He pulled the long con of laziness and boredom, but in reality Kakashi knew of no one that had an ear firmer to the ground than Shikamaru did.
Then there was the body language. The way Genma leaned into Shikamaru's space when the Nara spoke into his ear; the way cigarettes were shared and hips brushed as they lit up. The eye fucking. If only there was a jutsu that created thought bubbles above people's heads, Kakashi would never want for porn ever again. Whatever went through Shikamaru's head when he looked at Genma—like he was looking at him now—was probably freaking epic. Who could argue though? Genma was sex manifested.
"Would you like another, senpai?" Tenzo asked, pushing a glass towards the Copy Ninja without waiting for a response.
"Don't mind if I do, thanks." Kakashi took the glass and sipped at it as he watched Shikamaru lean into Genma once again. Whatever he was saying must have been good, because Genma's face was like a cherry tomato. Who knew he could blush like that?
Kakashi suddenly felt like his pants had gotten smaller.
What was it about Genma that pulled Kakashi in so hard?
And why did Kakashi just let it happen?
Fingers slid over Kakashi's shoulder, catching him off guard. The jounin froze, taking in the sensation of icy cold skin through the thin layer of his shirt. His entire body tensed with almost thirty years of learned survival instincts. His brain worked as fast as it was capable in assessing the situation: Find the exits. Locate all threats. Signal the others.
He hadn't felt anyone approach, not even the slightest hint of a chakra signature. For an instant, Kakashi wondered if at that moment, he was being visited by a ghost. It wouldn't be the first time.
Warm breath tickled his ear. A soft voice rumbled against his skin.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
Oh, he should have known. He must have been more drunk than he thought. Who else could sneak up on him like that?
Turning slowly, fighting instincts melting away, Kakashi looked up out the corner of his eye. A tall figure in slim, dark jeans stood beside him, watching him carefully from underneath the hood of a black sweatshirt.
"You," Kakashi slipped back into indolent, drunk speech, "were not supposed to be back for another week. Now I have no time to clean up the house. There's still leather chaps and pieces of edible underwear all over the place. I think someone even tossed a gag-ball in the fish tank."
Impossibly dark eyes narrowed as confusion pinched handsome features. "Are you being serious right now?"
Kakashi's heart gave a horrible pang beneath his ribcage, but he grinned despite. "What do you think?"
Shoulders shrugged. "I don't ever know for sure."
Kakashi tugged on the sweatshirt and pulled his visitor down beside him into Genma's seat. A pale face glanced around wearily, but the others around the seating area were immersed in their own conversations. The Copy Nin watched a hand clench and unclench uncertainly over a knee.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes…" Kakashi ached beneath his ribcage.
"I can't stay long."
"I know," Kakashi replied, sliding an arm around muscled shoulders. He feigned amusement and hid his concern under humor—something he had more practice with than was probably healthy. "But I missed you so much. I thought we could take a few minutes to bond."
"Tch, right."
The sound of sarcasm on that voice eased the tightness in Kakashi's chest. The silver-haired ninja took a small swallow of his drink and studied the face before him. Even for an Uchiha, Sasuke was stunning. His hair was a striking shade of black, glossy, and finer than any Kakashi had ever seen. His skin was flawless over defined features. Every shade, color, every curve and angle was perfection. The boy he had trained so many years ago had grown into a fine young man.
…Which made looking into those dead eyes all the more heartbreaking.
Clearing his throat, Kakashi pushed those thoughts from his head and let his arm slip from Sasuke's shoulders.
"So?"
"Oh," Sasuke blinked slowly, "I just came to tell you that second squad completed the mission."
"Well, obviously if you're home."
Sasuke's brow knotted. "Well, yeah but... I thought I should..."
Kakashi took another swallow, covering a small smile when he replaced his mask. "Sasuke, are you reporting to me?"
He regretted poking fun at the younger man as soon as Sasuke looked away. Confusion and frustration pulled at the lines around the Uchiha's eyes so hard that Kakashi had to physically restrain himself from reaching out and wrapping Sasuke up in a clumsy, half-drunken hug. What Sasuke didn't know, and would perhaps not understand for a long time, was that he was probably here just to let Kakashi know he had come home in one piece. Letting loved ones know they were safe was a normal thing to do, instinctual for most people, but for Sasuke it was still foreign. He had not had family to come home to for the greater half of his life, and now here he was with a guardian, friends, and a lover all at once. Kakashi couldn't even begin to understand how difficult the transition must be.
"I'm just teasing," Kakashi said softly, "I'm glad you stopped by. I heard it went well."
Sasuke's eyes opened, and he turned back to Kakashi with a peculiar look. "Yeah, I think so."
Then Kakashi realized what it was. Sasuke hadn't come here on any suppressed instinctual urge or sense of duty. No, it was much simpler than that. The truth that lay in those endlessly dark eyes was something so innocent and real that Kakashi had to stop and take a breath. He was thankful for the eye patch, because Obito's eye burned as it filled with unshed tears.
This had been Sasuke's first mission as team leader, and he was looking for the one thing that every boy wanted.
He was looking for approval.
More importantly, he was looking for Kakashi's approval.
Reaching out, Kakashi put a hand on Sasuke's head, mussing the Uchiha's hair though the thin cotton of the sweatshirt hood. He smiled, his eye crinkling merrily, and chose his words carefully. "Shikamaru said you guys did awesome. I'm really looking forward to reading the report."
Sasuke came so close to smiling, Kakashi almost stood and clapped himself on the back. He refrained though when the Uchiha paused and looked around once more as if searching for attackers hidden within the throngs of the club goers.
"I have to go," Sasuke said quietly, "the curfew."
Kakashi nodded, pulling the tip of the mask down once more to take another drink. "Go ahead. I won't be home tonight. There's leftovers in the fridge."
Sasuke turned back, his eyes narrowing. "What makes you think I'm going to your place?"
Kakashi grinned beneath the mask and tilted his head the way he knew Sasuke had always hated.
"'Cause Naruto's there, sleeping in your bed."
Sasuke's expression softened. He looked at the ground. "Oh..." To his shock and delight, the Uchiha's cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. "Okay then."
Kakashi chuckled and leaned in to speak softly into Sasuke's ear. "Don't be too rough with him. He's gotta work in the morning."
Sasuke made a face that was somewhere between amusement and distain. How he pulled that off was kind of a mystery to Kakashi, but he let it go. The fact that Sasuke could find any amusement in anything was a really good sign.
Sasuke stood to leave, but Kakashi tugged on his sweatshirt sleeve again.
"Hey," he said seriously.
"Hm?" Sasuke cocked an eyebrow.
"What'd we talk about?"
Sasuke glanced around again, worrying the inside of his cheek. He looked even more embarrassed than he had a moment ago when Kakashi had brought up Naruto.
"Come on..." Kakashi coaxed.
Sasuke sighed and leaned down to speak softly so only Kakashi could hear.
"I uh..." he cleared his throat, "I'm home..."
Kakashi's smile could not have been wider. He raised his glass as Sasuke straightened, feeling that wet burn once again from Obito's eye.
"Welcome back."
Once Genma let Shikamaru in on the details of his idea, the shadow user decided it was a good time to go grab another drink. He saluted casually, and moved towards the doors with that small half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The Nara's slow swagger as he walked away sent a shiver of longing straight to Genma's groin.
The tokujō waited a few beats before he let out a long breath. He stood slowly and let his body settle into his customary slouch before he made his way back to his group of friends. Genma thought about Shikamaru's reactions to his various… propositions, the way the Nara's eyes widened at the things that fell so easily from Genma's lips, the sounds Kakashi had made, and what had happened earlier in the restroom.
Genma's body relaxed, confidence building.
The look on the Copy Nin's face was going to be priceless.
As Genma reentered the club, he slowed when he saw a tall figure leaning over Kakashi. He was hooded and made a point of keeping his face well hidden, but that only made the special jounin more interested. He didn't recognize the posture, and he couldn't think of anyone with that height and build. Maybe he was a civilian?
No, the way his body moved when he straightened proved he was definitely a ninja, maybe an ANBU from third platoon. Genma didn't know many of the nins from third.
Kakashi met Genma's gaze over the rim of his glass. The Copy Nin's visible eye crinkled and he gesticulated clumsily for Genma to come closer.
"Hey there, Gen," Kakashi slurred. "Welcome back."
"Good God," Genma chuckled. "You're trashed."
The tall ninja in the black sweatshirt stepped aside to let Genma back to his seat. "Excuse me," he said softly.
"No problem, man," Genma said, trying to discreetly get a glimpse of the man's face, but finding it impossible. The guy didn't want to be seen.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kakashi," he said, and with that the mysterious guest was gone.
Genma sat, and leaned back on the couch cushions. He watched Kakashi watch him as he drained what was left of his glass through the fabric of his mask.
"That's kind of gross," Genma chuckled.
Kakashi shrugged. "I only dussn't work with tea."
Genma glanced in the direction Kakashi's strange acquaintance had gone. "So, who was that just now?"
"Nobody," came the thick reply, "ask me again when I'm not a blubbery mess,"
"What?"
"Never mind. So whuss up?"
Genma shrugged disinterestedly. "Nothing much, Shikamaru's miserable, I haven't had enough to drink-"
"—Definitely haven't had enough to drink," Kakashi added.
"Thinking I need a change of setting," Genma continued.
Kakashi looked at him, his visible eye glazed over. "Change of setting?"
Genma nodded, pushing an empty glass around on the table. "Thinking it's too crowded."
The Copy Nin set his glass down slowly, turning his body to lean closer into Genma's space. "What d'you suggest?"
Genma turned his head, finding Kakashi's masked lips mere centimeters from his own. He breathed slowly, watching as Kakashi's eye started to clear, to focus on him with such intensity that the blond had no choice but to react to it.
"You have a switch that you can turn your drunk on and off?" Genma chuckled.
Kakashi's smile was outlined in the dark fabric of his mask. "It's possible."
Genma tilted his chin up ever so slightly, gently brushing his nose against Kakashi's. The Copy Ninja made like he was going to close the distance, but Genma pulled back, a teasing smile drawing up the corners of his mouth.
"Start something here, and I'll finish it, I promise," Genma whispered, only semi-serious. "Don't think I won't bend you over the table. Remember what I said in the bathroom?"
"I'm okay with it," Kakashi moved his body closer, eager as a puppy being offered a treat.
Genma snickered. "You're okay with it when Kiba and Sai are sitting across the table?"
Kakashi blinked. The consequences of his former students and team members seeing him in compromising positions apparently gave him pause.
"Okay yeah, don't listen to me. I'm drunker than I think I am."
Genma laughed and scooted closer so that his thigh pressed up against Kakashi's. He tugged on the front of the Copy Nin's shirt and whispered into the other man's ear.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"Is that a trick question?" Kakashi replied.
Stumbling through Genma's front door, Kakashi laughed at his complete lack of control of his motor functions. He leaned against the wall as Genma closed the door behind him and slipped an arm underneath the Copy Nin's. The tokujō didn't bother turning on the lights, and proceeded directly into the kitchen.
He deposited Kakashi against the sink and moved to retrieve a lantern that sat on the bar separating the kitchen from the living room. He lit the wick with a flick of his lighter and passed back into the hallway to light another lantern, identical to the first.
When he returned to the kitchen, he stopped to chuckle when he found Kakashi pilfering his cabinets. The silver-haired ninja had already found a bottle of sake that was more akin to rubbing alcohol than actual booze, and was reaching up to the top shelf to grab glasses.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" Genma leaned against the entry.
Kakashi hummed happily, "Iss not for me." He filled a glass and held it out to the special jounin. "You're still not drunk enough."
Genma smiled and took the drink. He brought the glass to his lips and took a large swallow, watching Kakashi's visible eye watch him with that same intensity as he had at the bar. He liked it when Kakashi looked at him like that. He liked it a lot.
He used his free hand to reach out and pull at the younger man's belt. Genma guided the off-balanced ninja to him and turned to settle Kakashi against the counter. He feigned disinterest by looking away and taking another long swallow as he started to deftly undo the buttons on Kakashi's shirt. He set the empty glass on the counter and pushed the black fabric off the Copy Nin's shoulders. Kakashi continued to watch him with that half drunk, half starving gaze and Genma felt a little bit of the power he had felt earlier starting to pulse through him once again.
"So," Genma said quietly, "back to what we were talking about earlier."
"Mm?" Kakashi tilted his head.
"All this boning you like to imagine us doing."
"Oh yeah," Kakashi's mask stretched with his smile, "Iss actually quite… disstracting sometimes."
"Really?"
Kakashi nodded. "Yeah, like earlier today, I was ordering udon from that place down the street from the academy, and when the lady asked me if I wanted it to go, I didn't answer 'cause I was too busy thinking about smearing ice cream all over your nipples."
Genma threw back his head and laughed. "What!? Why? How did you come up with that while ordering udon!?"
Kakashi shrugged. "I was thinking about what dessert would go good with the tea I was ordering, and my mind came up with ice cream. But then I was all disappointed 'cause I didn't see it on the menu, and then I thought that was fine because ice cream's kind of boring anyway, and then I started thinking about how to liven up a bowl of just plain ice cream and thought that ice cream served on your chest would be like some kind of forbidden foreign delicacy, or something."
Genma scratched at his chin. His cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling Kakashi made him do whenever they were together.
"You're crazy," he said softly, "you know that right?"
Kakashi nodded proudly. "I could go on. Like earlier at the club, I was wondering where you were and got distracted by Iruka leaning over Tenzo with his back all bent weird and stuff, and it got me thinking about the last time we had sex and he wore this crazy gothic lolicon thing. I'm not really into the dressing up thing myself, but I thought that if you wanted me to, I'd totally do it."
Genma put a hand over his mouth to keep the laughter at bay.
"And then you finally showed up and Sai's all 'here, let me brush my crotch against you as I push past' and I thought how awesome it would be if you ever fucked Sai and let me watch—"
"Okay," Genma put a hand over Kakashi's mouth. Hearing his own thoughts verbalized by an intoxicated Copy Nin was doing little to keep himself under control.
"Wow, you have absolutely no brain-mouth filter when you've had a few."
Kakashi shook his head. "On th' contrary," the Copy Nin reached up, gently tugging at Genma's hair band, "Iss got nothing to do with the drinking."
"Oh, it doesn't?" Genma's body pushed Kakashi's against the counter. He had the younger man where he wanted him, and he was enjoying every second. He let Kakashi know it too, by pressing an unmistakable hardness against the other man's hip.
Kakashi sighed softly and his one visible eye slipped closed. He let Genma pull the eye patch from his brow, and arched when the tokujō pushed his undershirt up over his chest. He raised his arms as Genma pulled the top completely off, leaving him in only his jeans and mask.
Genma slid his hands down Kakashi's chest; let his fingertips play in the thin line of silver curls just above the Copy Nin's jeans. Because all times Genma had been with Kakashi previously, he had not yet seen the other man's body. His eye had been covered the first times, and earlier in the club there hadn't been a lot of time for reflection. Now Genma let himself touch and caress every inch, every scar and expanse of smooth, pale skin he had missed. He slid his hands down Kakashi's hips, the sharp contours accented by the gentle flickering of the lamp light. Catching the top of his jeans under his thumbs, the special jounin pulled the denim down the younger man's thighs. Genma lowered his head, and slowly followed with his lips where his fingers had touched. He left a wet trail over tensing muscle, and smiled in satisfaction when Kakashi started making small, whimpering noises.
A proud erection stood over a bed of trimmed silver. Genma ran his palms over the taut flesh, wrapping his fingers around the long shaft. Kakashi groaned as the special jounin thumbed the slit gently. His hand pumped the Copy Nin with slow, even strokes, letting the tension build. He felt Kakashi shaking under his hands and his smile widened against pale skin.
He lifted Kakashi and set him on the edge of the counter. The Copy Nin whined, "Iss cold…" as Genma pulled his jeans the rest of the way off his legs.
Genma chuckled and pulled the other man's legs apart, sliding in between muscled thighs. "It's okay, you won't notice in a second."
"I don't know," Kakashi said, his voice still thick from the alcohol. "This tile iss really freezing, and my ass is really sens—ah—sensitive."
Genma almost laughed at the Copy Nin's sudden verbal derailment. As his tongue ran up the underside of Kakashi's cock, the younger man's hands fumbled for purchase on the edge of the countertop. Pleased with how this was going, Genma wrapped his hand around the base of Kakashi's shaft and slid his lips over the smooth head. The younger man made another whimpering noise and Genma happily continued, trying to illicit more of that sound from Kakashi's throat.
Genma liked the Copy Nin's taste, his smell; the feel of him as he trembled beneath the special jounin's hands and tongue. He felt fingers in his hair again, and a tug as Kakashi pulled the band free. Genma's dirty blond locks fell around his face, making a curtain that the Copy Ninja quickly brushed back with his hands. Genma sucked the swollen flesh expertly while pressing and stroking the underside with his thumb. His tongue curled around the pulsing vein, sliding slowly but firmly up and down, again and again, building pressure, undoing, unraveling…
When Kakashi's breathing turned ragged and the tugs on his hair became painful, Genma released the Copy Nin's length and trailed wet kisses up toned abs. He gripped Kakashi's thighs, grinding against the erection he had so thoroughly tormented. Kakashi's arms went around his neck. Masked lips found his throat but did little more than breathe heavily against his skin.
Genma lowered his mouth to Kakashi's ear and murmured softly. "Got you riled up?"
"Oh yeah," Kakashi panted. "What're you gonna do to me now?"
Genma pulled away gently, the smallest of smiles playing at the corners of his mouth. He slid his hands into his pockets and took a few steps back, leaving Kakashi posed provocatively on the edge of the countertop; his pale skin glowed like fine silk in the flickering light.
"I personally am not going to do much…" Genma hummed, watching the shadows dance over all that stretched muscle.
Kakashi tilted his head to the side, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What?"
Genma tried to keep himself from gaping as Kakashi's body slowly was enveloped by those flickering shadows. He had known it was coming—he had even suggested it—but to actually see it firsthand, was quite the trip.
Both Kakashi's eyes snapped open when he realized what was happening. He struggled for only a fraction of a moment before he relaxed and let the jutsu take over his movements. His eyelids fell and he watched Genma's face as he was caught in a complex shadow bind. Ribbons of darkness covered the Copy Nin's body, wrapping around his limbs and coiling around his torso. Kakashi's head fell back, and his back arched as he groaned softly.
Slim, tanned fingers emerged from the darkness surrounding Kakashi and slid over a pale shoulder and down the Copy Nin's chest. Long legs appeared on either side of Kakashi's hips, and a lean body pressed up against the jounin's back. Genma could make out the Nara's lips before anything else became distinct. The shadow user's tongue flicked out, teasing the shell of Kakashi's ear. The Copy Nin gasped and arched harder against the binding.
When his face was finally revealed in the lamp light, Shikamaru's dark eyes turned to Genma and he smiled playfully.
"Damn," Kakashi gasped, "this is the second time today I've been snuck up on. I'm losing my edge."
"No," Shikamaru said quietly into silver hair, "you're not losing it. You were just… distracted." He glanced up again and this time Genma mirrored his smile.
Kakashi seemed to tense, his body straightening slightly. Genma figured this was a response to Shikamaru possibly tightening the shadow bind.
"Shit," the Copy Nin murmured. "I don't know if I should be scared, or just really, really excited."
Shikamaru bent his head, running his lips along the top of Kakashi's shoulder. Genma felt his knees go weak at the simple, yet tremendously erotic gesture. His cock jumped in the confines of his jeans, and he suddenly wondered if he had the stamina—not to mention the self-control—to keep up with these two.
"I would say both, Kakashi-senpai," Shikamaru drawled, "definitely a little of both."
TBC
