A/N: Am I too late for valentine's?!

It's two separate stories, Naruto is 20-ish and Hokage. I'm both proud and terrified of what I have created. Mostly terrified.


The door to the closet opened just as Naruto was walking past it, an arm reaching out to pull him in. It was dark in the closet but he knew who it was, knew the shape of the man's underarms and his gloved hands. Kakashi locked the door, inching closer to the Hokage. Naruto could barely distinguish his white hair in the murky light. His heart rate picked up as a pair of hands started tugging off his coat.

"Wouldn't want to get this dirty," Kakashi muttered, finally pulling it off and throwing it behind him. The Hokage, aptly disrobed, started protesting but did nothing to escape. His back was pressed up against the wall, he was captured. Stuck.

"I don't know if this is-"

A filthy kiss, Kakashi inched a knee in between Naruto's legs, arrogantly steering him with the fingers in his hair.

"I have a meeting-" Naruto insisted, then jumped at the feel of a hand at his back, grabbing his thigh. He brought his legs up around Kakashi, his muscles already trembling by effort and the greed of trembling further. Naruto wound his arms around Kakashi's shoulders, exposing his neck to the hot mouth leaving bruises as business cards.

"God," Naruto shivered. He was insistently hard with Kakashi pressing between his legs, the air was heavy to inhale, his lungs too small, too shabby. His sensei moved from the hickey on his neck back to his mouth, a farewell gift that ended with him pulling on his bottom lip.

Naruto was carefully let down, his legs unsteady.

"Go," Kakashi nodded, teasing. "I wouldn't want you to be late."


It was an early day in February when they gathered for the first meet up of the year. The tepid winds were brisk and rattled against the windows, despite the cerulean sky that seemed pristine. Two dozen men and women had gathered in the hall, discussing state affairs and treaties. The meeting ended on good terms before lunchtime and the participants started dissembling into smaller groups, amiably chatting and catching up. Amongst all of this was Naruto, taking the time to talk to everyone. He'd been Hokage for a while now but hated the idea of becoming sloppy, that one day he'd be impolite because of the contentment the title brought.

Kakashi was closing in, his tender chakra swept across the room like stunning spring and Naruto relished in it. It was nice to have someone he could tr-

Pap.

Kakashi had patted his ass, the several layers of clothes making it a soft, hollow sound. It had barely been heard over the sound of conversation and friendly banter, and as Naruto was standing with his back against a wall, he was pretty sure no one had noticed. Except the criminal of course, now standing beside him. Kakashi seamlessly got involved in the discussion between Naruto and Gaara on how to deal with quotas within the council. The illustrious bastard was smiling under his mask. Naruto scowled in his direction. Kakashi was not averse to the idea of pinching asses, or more precisely Naruto's, in secret.

A couple of minutes later they started dropping off, one group leaving and then the other. Kakashi stood by the bright entrance, talking to Yamato. Kakashi kept his pouch on the right side of his back, leaving the left side unguarded. Naruto walked closer, careful not to make his intention known. He tensed his arm.

Thwack!

Kakashi jumped, stumbling. Yamato's stare traveled from the now quiet jounin to the grinning Hokage flexing his hand.

"Payback," Naruto explained.

Yamato shook his head insistently. He didn't want to know.