Zabuza moved through the gray drizzle on the Land of Fire's coast, purposeful and silent and deeply frustrated. He'd been sent to investigate some fucking shipping fraud or other, hardly worthy of ANBU, except for the hope that some heads might roll at the end. He was considering stopping off to practice a kata or just rub one out to relieve some tension, but a gleam of red and white through the fog brought him up short. A child's festival mask, and a sleek, dangerous chakra presence behind it. Konoha ANBU. Curious, and trusting the fog to hide him, he slunk closer.
Kakashi, being a decent sensor and having an even better sense of smell, pretends not to notice the approaching ninja. Since they aren't actually on Fire Country land yet, they're not Kakashi's business. But god, this patrol is lasting forever. He's so far from home, and he's aching for a fight or *something*
There's a short enough distance between them now that the Leaf-nin is either ignoring him or being deliberately obtuse. Zabuza, who has always had more aggression than caution, paces a slow, wide circle round the dog-masked shinobi, the mist just barely still hiding him. "Morning, Konoha."
"Kiri," Kakashi drawls, "State your business. We won't have a problem unless you cross the border." Kakashi keeps his posture deliberately relaxed, though it's kind of awkward without pockets to shove his hands into. Surely, his hair should've given him away by now.
The hair, he has seen in the bingo book. The ANBU Hound, rumored to be Kakashi of the Sharingan. No real point in starting a fight, but Zabuza can toy with him a little. "Wasn't planning on it, fortunately for you. What brings a Leaf-nin out in this whether? Your type aren't very big on rain and fog."
Despite the coiling tension in him, this is, indeed, "something", so he chooses to continue projecting an air of nonchalance, "Patrol. Haven't seen anything interesting yet." Except, apparently, a Kiri hunter-nin.
Zabuza smiles viciously - it's mostly lost behind the bandage mask, but the suggestion is there for the Konoha dog to pick up on. "I'm interesting."
"Oh?" Kakashi says, the "prove it" dripping off his voice. He's starting to flip mentally through his bingo book for a hazy sketch matching tall, dark, and ninja.
Melting out of the mist, Zabuza is all mottled grays and ragged blacks, a dark counterpart to Hound's sleek silver and bone white. He circles, slowly, slowly, not trying to provoke a fight. Yet. "You look like a man who could use some excitement." He turns his head, bandages slipping low enough for Hound to catch the flash of teeth. "Nothing more exciting than danger."
Oh, but does this man have him pinned, at least metaphorically. Kakashi wants it to be physically.
"I'm inclined to agree with you," he says, checking the other man out. The deliberate glance could be taken as either a professional sizing another up, or a flirty gesture. Whichever Momochi Zabuza (Kakashi is sure that's who this is) wants it to be.
Slowly, so slowly, he closes the distance between them, until they're breathing each other's air, until he can see the whites of Hound's eye gleam beneath his mask. The scarlet spiral on the Leaf-nin's shoulder seems to glow in the fog. All of a sudden, Zabuza wants to taste it. "I'm dangerous,"
Kakashi's breathing is labored, the only tell of his arousal. He's not sure if he wants there to be other tells, the cup and jock keeping them firmly in place.
"You don't get in the bingo book for being safe, Momochi." Kakashi cocks his head, like a dog. It's fitting.
Zabuza wants to fuck him til he screams. This would probably be a bad decision. Zabuza is not known for making good ones. He reaches out, cupping the side of the mask with his hand, tensed and ready to spring away if Hound decides he's not interested. "This mask,' he murmurs, gently turning Hound's face to look at the curving red lines indicating the wickedly smiling mouth. "Konoha's dog, huh?"
"How perceptive," Kakashi wishes Zabuza could see the single quirked eyebrow, judging, always judging, but he doesn't pull away. There's a few beats of silence, and his boner is really starting to fucking hurt, pressing up against binding fabric and hard plastic.
He's so hard it hurts. "You wanna be a good dog?" Zabuza rasps, "Or a bad one?"
"I'm feeling pretty bad, right now," Kakashi breathes. His right eye shutters closed.
Zabuza reaches up with the other hand and slides down the fabric over his mouth. He tilts back Hound's head, and presses his mouth to the thin fabric converting the ANBU's throat. Teeth scraping against the pulse point, he murmurs, "Yeah, me too."
Kakashi lets out a shuddering breath, something in his hindbrain shouting WRONG, but it has been far too long since he jacked off, and even longer since he's had sex. He needs this. He places a cautious hand on the back of Zabuza's head, keeping him there.
He licks the fabric, so that it clings to skin, and bites gently, and he can't help reaching down to palm himself through his pants. He could kill Hound right now, tear out the heavy artery with sharp teeth, and they both know this, but Hound is standing here, letting Zabuza mouth at his vulnerable throat. His cock pulses, and he bites his own tongue to keep from groaning.
Kakashi growls low in his throat and reaches into his pants to discard the cup and jock. He sighs as the misty air touches the tip of his cock that's peeking out over his waistband.
Hatake (because this close, Zabuza is certain that's who it is) has a pretty cock. He lets go the mask for a moment, teeth still set against Hatake's throat, so he can pull off a glove and wrap a hand around Hatake's dick. It's very pink against the pale slice of hip and belly he can see, and he gives it a long stroke, watching the pink intensify. "You could be in magazines," he growls against Hound's throat. "You got a pretty nice dick, as shinobi go."
He bites his lip, though Zabuza can't see that through two layers of masks, and snorts a laugh, "Thanks, but I prefer to be out of the spotlight."
Another long stroke, and he rubs his thumb over the tip. "You sure?" He lets his teeth drag as he speaks, catching fabric and hopefully pricking skin beneath. "Seems like you're used to serving your village on your knees..."
Fuck mask protocol, Zabuza already knows who he is. He tips the porcelain up and off, hooking it to his belt, and gives him a wry look, "If that's where you want me..."
Zabuza's hand stutters on a rough stroke, because that's the fucking copy-nin alright, and he's fucking pretty. "You try anything cute with that eye, and I'll rip your throat out," he warns, before sealing his mouth on Hatake's in a hungry, bruising kiss.
Kakashi's good eye flutters and he moans into the kiss, despite the damn cloth mask being in the way. His fingers knot in the hair at the nape of Zabuza's neck, and the next chance he gets, he drawls, "Eager, are we?" as if he doesn't want to be used just as much as Zabuza wants to use him.
"Shut up," Zabuza snarls, and bites hard on the side of Kakashi's neck, timing it to a wrist, twisting stroke of his cock. "You moan like a whore, Konoha, don't talk to me about eager"
"Haa, fuck," Kakashi's hips stutter up into Zabuza's hand involuntarily. It really has been far too long.
"Oh, that's what you like?" Zabuza leers. "Is that what you are, Konoha? You a needy slut? Want it so bad you'll let a Kiri-nin jack you off in the middle of a patrol?"
"If you have to ask," Kakashi tugs on his hair, "You haven't been paying attention."
Zabuza hisses at the hair-yank, and fuck, he can feel his cock leaking. He hurriedly fumbles himself out of his pants so he can grind their cocks together. "You are *such* a bad dog."
"And you're enabling me," Kakashi bites his lip, rocking his hips up into Zabuza's.
Zabuza's growl trails into a deep-throated moan, the lip-bite making him see stars for a moment. Hatake is really fucking good at this, and Zabuza rubs against him with a little more desperation than he'd like.
"C'mon, Momochi," Kakashi snarls, "You gonna get my pants off first?"
"Fucking needy," Zabuza grunts, but he yanks Kakashi's pants down and digs nails into his hips. He's so hard that he feels like he's gonna die if the friction stops for more than two seconds
Kakashi pulls his cloth mask down, locks his arms around Zabuza's neck, and captures his lips in a sharp-toothed kiss.
It's almost like kissing a Kiri-nin, heat and tongues and ripping teeth, but with a gorgeous, illicit thrill that makes him shudder, hips stuttering, and god, he's needed it, he can't last...
Kakashi thinks he can taste blood and it makes his cock twitch. He lets go of his arm and reaches down to jack them both off. His own cock is pretty, sure, but Zabuza is huge, and god, what he would give to have it in his ass...with proper protection, of course. He whines at the idea of being spread out by him.
Kakashi's hands are *cold, and the calluses on his palms and fingertips catch at sensitive skin, and Zabuza's already so far gone that everything just makes it hotter. He shoves his mouth on Kakashi's again to keep from moaning, and then moans anyway at the hot, copper taste on his tongue. Blood gets Mist-nin hot.
Kakashi keeps rubbing them off until he meets his release too, which doesn't actually take that long. His hips stutter up into Zabuza's, and he keens back in response, barely cognizant enough to feel triumphant at making the other man cum first.
Zabuza shudders with aftershocks, cock still twitching. There's cum painted in stripes down the front of his flack vest and the ANBU's torso armor. He's softening, but a part of him wants to throw Hatake to the ground and take round two out of him. Sad that it isn't tenable
He shakes himself, coughs, then looks sideways at the other ninja. "...so."
Kakashi pulls the cloth mask back up over his face, but leaves the porcelain one sitting on the ground. His eye jumps between Zabuza's face, his dick, and their discarded clothes on the ground, eyebrows raising as if he can't believe what they just did, "So..?"
He hikes his pants back up, hesitates for a moment, and then takes Kakashi's shoulder, leaning in to whisper. "I'm staying in Aozawa tonight. The inn with the plum blossoms on the sign. If you're there at 2100, I'll make it worth your while. Bring reinforcements and die. Tell no one."
A smirk grows on his face, "Wouldn't dream of it. Should I bring condoms and lube, or will you be supplying that?"
"If you're offering."
Kakashi nods, putting his gear back on and settling his mask over his face. He hesitates, then taps two fingers to his left shoulder in the ANBU salute.
He just stares for a second, and then races off into the trees.
Kakashi finishes up the rest of his patrol, lips tingling with the memory of the traitorous kisses he shared, and in anticipation of more to come. Nothing else of note really happens, and his mission report only details a non-hostile encounter with another ninja across the border. No mission conflict, amicable departure.
Once he's completed the paperwork (in triplicate), he showers and debates what to wear. Jounin blues? But he's not on a village-sanctioned mission. A regular long-sleeved black shirt and hip-hugging dark wash jeans it is, as well as the ever present mask and a slanted strip of fabric to cover the sharingan.
He arrives in Aozawa at 2030, but doesn't drop down in front of the inn until 2101. Fashionably late.
The sticky June twilight is fading into blackness as Zabuza's most recent impulse decision comes back.
Zabuza's in a clean set of plain uniform blacks, but Hatake...looks like a snack, honestly. He raises a browless ridge. "Waste time picking your outfit?"
He shrugs, hands in pockets, and the sarcasm just oozes from his voice, "Oh, you know me. I've always got to look my best."
This has some of the same dirty thrill as any other anonymous hookup, but escalated - and even less clear as to who is using whom. Zabuza's been hard on and off the whole evening.
He jerks his head towards the door. "Come on."
Kakashi saunters through the door. His casual facade is, as always, just that. The anticipation of sex hums in his veins as he follows Zabuza to his room.
Zabuza doesn't even give Hatake a second to think. He slams the man against the wall, yanking the cloth mask down with his teeth to seal his mouth on Kakashi's
Kakashi presses up against Zabuza, letting himself open up under him. He had a feeling he'd be bottoming, and the thought is incredibly thrilling. Everyone else always wants Sharingan no Kakashi to top. It occurs to him in the back of his mind that this is a ridiculous amount of trust to place in a one-night stand.
He growls into the kiss, letting teeth drag over lips as he ruts against Kakashi, holding him hard against the wall like cornered prey
There's more teeth in this kiss than would be considered kosher. Kakashi bucks up against Zabuza, feeling the friction of his jeans rub against his dick. He went commando for this, which is something he'll never do again when he has to run to the coast.
Zabuza would love to just fuck him, rough and punishing, but he feels like he should take advantage of their time and privacy. His hands slink under Hatake's shirt, nails scraping lightly on his ribs, and deepens the kiss til it's more tongue than teeth.
Kakashi sighs into Zabuza's mouth. The light scraping and breathing the same air is making him a little lightheaded.
Slowly, he rolls up the hem of the tight black shirt and ducks his head to run his tongue over a nipple.
He bites down on his own lip to hold back a noise and holds Zabuza there by his hair.
Hatake is narrowly built and graceful - Zabuza can see the flat, hard muscles of his stomach work as their hips rock together. His nipples, like his cock, are soft pink against pale skin, and it's kinda cute in a way ill-befitting a dangerous enemy ninja. Zabuza consoles himself by sucking on one mercilessly hard.
Kakashi gasps and his eyes roll in his head, "Fuck..."
Zabuza grins against Kakashi's chest and does the other one.
Kakashi knots his fingers in Zabuza's hair, breathing heavily. For all the rough, post-mission sex he's had, people have never really paid attention to anywhere that wasn't his dick or ass before.
Asshole sure seems to like yanking hair. Zabuza wonders if he'd like his yanked back.
He's at that stage of hard where he really needs things to move along if he wants to get through round two, so he pulls away. "You brought the stuff?"
"*Yes," he says emphatically, managing to put layers of condescension and desperation into that one word. He takes a sealing scroll out of his back pocket and keys some chakra into it. There's probably more condoms there than they need, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared.
"Good. Get on the fucking bed." There's a note of challenge in his voice, an unspoken 'unless you want me to put you there'.
Kakashi doesn't need to be told twice, but Zabuza is blocking the way. He gives him a questioning look.
Zabuza growls at his own idiocy and sidesteps. At least Hatake isn't a man he minds watching walk away.
He settles himself on the bed, folding his hands behind his head.
"Pants off, stupid," he says, already shrugging out of his own. "You wanna finger your own asshole, or you want me to do it?"
Kakashi whips off his shirt, hair crackling with static, and his pants are soon to follow, "You can do it if you want," he shrugs, laying back and spreading his legs.
"You better be clean," he mutters. (That was the main obstacle to them fucking in the woods, aside from it being the woods - who washes their asshole before a patrol?)
He kneels between Hatake's legs, and gods is he pretty lying out like this, all pale rangy limbs and narrow waist and bare throat. "You got a body made for being fucked, Hatake."
He is clean! This isn't his first rodeo. At the compliment, he can't help but preen a little, "I know~, it's a shame no one ever seems to realize that. Everyone gets off to being fucked by Sharingan no Kakashi..." his voice trails off.
"But you're the one who wants to bottom," Zabuza supplies, spreading lube on his fingers. "Hold still." Hatake barely even tenses as he slips a finger in - he's clearly used to this.
He tilts his head back into the pillow, baring further the vulnerable line of his throat. Gods, Hatake, have you forgot all of your training? But he's got an enemy-nin's fingers in his asshole and it feels fucking good, so fuck training.
That's just a fucking invitation for a love-bite, so he does, not quite hard enough to break skin, and then slips another finger in. Hatake's a natural - though surely they don't have the famous copy-nin run eros missions?
The famous copy-nin is too valuable to Konoha to run Eros missions. He almost wishes he wasn't, just so he could.
Kakashi just fucking *moans, and his cock is already dripping precum onto his stomach. He cannot *wait* to have Zabuza in him.
A surge of heat runs down his spine in response to that and he hisses through his teeth. "Such a fucking whore, Konoha." Three fingers deep, now. He leans down to lick a bead of precum off the head of Hatake's pretty cock and thinks about what he's gonna look like stretched around more than Zabuza's fingers.
Kakashi shivers, fisting a hand in the pillow, "Mmm, fucking...teasing me..."
Zabuza looks at him sidelong, and crooks his fingers just a bit til he can feel the faint hardness of Hatake's prostate. He flicks his fingers in a come-here motion, feeling muscle clench. "No. This is teasing."
He whimpers, hips arching up, chasing the sensation, "Fuck me, already, I know you wanna..."
There's a pleading whine in Kakashi's tone that makes Zabuza shudder pleasantly, so he does the same motion. "You gonna beg for me, Hatake? That's how badly you need it?"
His pitch gets more desperate, "If it'll...fuckkkk...get your fat cock in me, yes."
Zabuza never thought he was that big, but go fucking figure. He slides in a fourth finger out of sheer meanness. "Then fucking beg, slut."
"Ohhh, fuck, I need your cock, I...hhhh, I need it right now...need to be stretched out and fucked, please~" Kakashi has his eyes screwed shut, but he opens the right one and peers at Zabuza, panting.
A groan escapes from deep in his chest, and he has to grab his cock around the base as his arousal spikes dangerously. Seeing s dangerous, competent ninja so fucking debauched...fuck, it's a wet dream come to life.
He pulls his fingers free with a faint pop and gets to rolling the condom on, trying not to thrust up into his hands. "More, Hatake"
Kakashi whines when Zabuza pulls his fingers out, "Gods, Momochi, don't fucking leave me empty like this... I came here to get your dick in me, so fucking fuck me already."
"Pushy," says Zabuza, cockhead teasing Kakashi's entrance. "You wanna get used by me? Cause that's what I'm gonna do. Gonna fucking ruin you."
"Get on with it, then," Kakashi sits up and grabs Zabuza by the shoulders, not pushing him in, but it's a near thing.
Instinct takes over for a second, and Zabuza grabs his wrists hard enough that he can feel the bones grind together. "Fuckin' lie still," he mutters. He doesn't want to have to do the not-fun kind of violence:
Kakashi is almost too aroused to react, but if he had, he would've bit Zabuza's hand off. Not really the best reaction to sex. He takes a deep breath and wills himself calm. Or calmer. "Sorry."
There's a nervy heat coiling in Zabuza's belly - he wills it to be mere arousal, and lines himself back up. When he pushes in, it is neither slow nor gentle
His head tips back and he breathes out, "Ha, fuck..."
Fear melts away in the sensations of hot and tight and good, and he sighs, low and soft. "You...you feel real fuckin' good, Konoha."
Kakashi laughs deep in his chest, "You're, hhhh, not half bad yourself, Kiri."
"Yeah?" He rolls his hips. "This what you wanted?"
"So fucking much..." Kakashi's tongue lolls out of his mouth.
This isn't Zabuza's favorite position, but it does have the advantage of letting him lean down to catch that filthy mouth, suck on that tongue and drag his teeth over those lips. His hips start to pump faster, and the sound of skin on skin and the faint wet sound of lube fills the room.
Kakashi traces his hands over Zabuza's taut abs before he starts jacking off his own dick, moaning into Zabuza's mouth.
Zabuza shudders at the touch, somehow dirtier and more intimate than anything they've done so far, but it's over fast. That's fine too. This is just a rough fuck in a shitty in, no need to be all sensual or some shit. He wouldn't've even played with Hatake's nipples or anything if he hadn't thought he could get some nice noises out of it
Kakashi likes the way Zabuza shudders when he touches him. Should he be aiming for more of that? This isn't supposed to be a running thing, but...
Through the haze of being fucked and jacking himself off, he traces light scratches over Zabuza's stomach.
He shivers again with pain-pleasure, hips stuttering halfway into a deep thrust. What is it that's so fucking hot just about having hands on him?
He gasps, gripping his own cock tight, and traces the scratches to Zabuza's hips. Heat is beginning to pool deep in his gut.
His eyes don't roll back. Okay, maybe they do a little. Has he really needed it this damn bad? He thrusts deeper.
'Get you fat cock in me' plays in his head and shoots sparks off in his belly. It's not...really a compliment, but fuck, Kakashi begging, Kakashi wanting to get fucked by *him*...
And there's his prostate. Kakashi fucking *whines, nails digging into Zabuza's hips, and he has an idea, "A- fuck! Am I allowed to cum, sir?"
Motherfucker, his birthday isn't for another two months. His thoughts are too white-hot and shattered, but he fucks Kakashi with a deep, punishing thrust, and finds two words. "Beg, slut."
He doesn't- quite- scream. As if Kakashi could gather himself together enough to form a coherent thought.
"Please sir, fuck, I'm so fucking close, let me cummmm~l
It's too hot, too much, and Zabuza pants desperately, trying his damndest not to cum before Kakashi does. "Oh-fuck-yeah, K-Konoha, gonna make me..."
Kakashi's mouth quirks up for the barest moment through the haze of being fucked, and the next time Momochi hits his prostate, his back arches off the bed and he takes his given name, "F-fuck, fuck me Zabuza, fuckfuckfuck, ohhhhhhhhh..."
Kakashi clenches *hard* around him, and his hot cum spatters Zabuza's stomach, but it's hearing his name that does it.
"Ghn, oh, oh fuck, cumming, cumming-!" The world goes white, and Zabuza gives a low, shattered moan that seems to come from the very bottom of his chest. The face he makes is probably a fucking sight but...so good...
When Kakashi is finally lucid, he realizes Zabuza has collapsed onto his chest. Is it bad that he doesn't want him to move?
Yeah, no, this is fine. This is okay. He feels boneless and fucked-stupid. It's nice
Kakashi gets a stupid idea. Zabuza is from fucking *Kiri, Hatake, what're you thinking?!
"What're you all tense for?" he murmurs, when he can find words again
"I, uh," he swallows, "I think I like you. Or something stupid like that."
"...Why?"
"Y'make me sharper," Kakashi says somewhat cryptically.
"Dunno what that means"
"Like. When you hone a blade. Sharp."
Oh, that he gets. "Okay"
There's a few beats of silence, and Kakashi wonders if he fucked up.
"...What do you wanna do about it?"
"I suppose...keep in touch, maybe. Do this again, if we can." Despite it being an incredibly stupid and dangerous thing and What The Fuck Are You Thinking, Kakashi.
What indeed. "...can't last forever."
"No, fuck, I know. I *know*. But. Damn, you're warm." Kakashi wills himself to shut up before he says anything weirder.
"...if I'm around." Zabuza isn't known for good decisions
Kakashi lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and tentatively buries his face in Zabuza's shoulder. It smells like sex and blood, but also uniquely him. Watery? Which some people swear water doesn't have a smell...
"Mm, y'smell nice."
Kakashi smells like sex and static electricity. Zabuza just noticed. "This is...wrong" Wrong but hot.
Kakashi barks a laugh, "I think we crossed that line earlier today, when you bit my neck."
Shit, is he already starting to get hard again? "Could bite you harder."
"Oh?" Kakashi side-eyes him.
"Could suck s bruise on your neck. Show everyone you've been a bad, bad dog." Oh yeah, definitely hard
"You'd make me lie to Intel?" Kakashi feels Zabuza's dick getting hard, pressing up on his inner thighs. Ah. Round three seems like a good idea.
"You'd have to, less you wanted to be punished for being a desperate slut..." Saying the words makes him twitch, damn
"Do you not have the same issue?" Kakashi is only vaguely interested in sex proceedings, now he's more intrigued about the Kiri shinobi system.
"Kiri's kinda a mess." He's not gonna say more than that. The idea of punishment is getting him harder and harder, though his dick can't seem to decide whether it's him or Kakashi who's been a bad dog...
"Ah," Kakashi says intelligently. He cautiously grinds his hips up into Zabuza's, but ugh, the condom hasn't been thrown out. Fucking gross.
"Ah, shit..." He goes to take care of that
"Now what?" Kakashi looks at Zabuza expectantly.
Fuck, he already really needs to cum again... "Fuckin...mutual masturbation? I dunno."
"I'm down." He's too wiped to try topping, and he really should give his body a break from bottoming, so.
He climbs back onto the bed, kneeling, and starts stroking himself. "There's something...real fuckin hot about how wrong this is"
Kakashi's eye trails down Zabuza's body, really getting a good look at him for the first time. Not conventionally attractive, but he looks *capable, and that's hot enough.
Instead of going right for his own dick, he trails his hand up his inner thigh and strokes his perineum.
"Yeah, the thrill of being caught..."
The thrill of being looked at like that...like something worth having. But anyway. Kakashi teasing his hole is pretty hot, he's gotta be sore.
"Y-yeah..." Fuck, he's leaking way more than normal...
Kakashi scoots over and pats the space of bed next to him, "Cmere."
He knees his way over, cautious. They're like allies now, it's fucked.
Kakashi cautiously reaches an arm out towards Zabuza's dick, "May I?"
Does he trust the leaf-nin? Well, not knowing is making his cock ache with need. "...sure"
Kakashi wraps his left hand around Zabuza's cock as they lay side by side on the bed, and has his right around his own.
"This is. So weird."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," he answered, too quickly. "No, keep going."
Kakashi has a weird thought about jacking off two dicks at once, but folds it away to focus on the handjob. He strokes the whole length of Zabuza's dick, fingers gently brushing the tip as they pass.
"Hhn...you don't need to fucking...caress it or anything..." It's good, but he feels distressingly vulnerable.
"Tell me what you like, then."
"Dunno," he mutters, weirdly ashamed of it. "I do this fast and get it over with."
Kakashi sits up and tilts his head, surveying Zabuza, "Well, I could make it worth your while."
He shuts his eyes, common sense kicking in and making him regret every decision that lead to this point.
He still wants to get off though. "Sure, go ahead."
Kakashi, being trained in deception, recognizes that look on Zabuza's face. He almost presses him for details, but shrugs and pours some lube onto his hands before stroking Zabuza's dick again.
He catches his breath, eyes staying closed for a very different reason. A stray piece of his mind notes that of course a primary ninjutsu type would have such clever hands
Two hands is much easier than one. He watches the rise and fall of Zabuza's chest, and tries not to acknowledge the cataloguing of every way he could kill him. Not the best way to give someone a handjob.
Wasn't he thinking about how hot it was that this is kind of fucked up and awful? Why is he so relaxed now? He rolls his hips gently into Kakashi's hand, almost lazy. Like they're lovers, or some dumb bullshit.
Kakashi hums softly, pleased that the acrid stress spike in Zabuza's scent is receding. He even *smells* warm. Kakashi leans down and gently nips at his shoulder.
"Mm..." Oh, he was going to try and pull Kakashi's hair. He does, more gently than he intended. It's soft
Oh does Kakashi *love* having his hair petted. Not enough lovers do that, "Keep...keep doing that." His voice is low, almost canine.
Annnnnd that voice goes straight to his dick. "I won't stop if you don't stop."
The phrase tugs on a memory. In the war, when he was a chuunin, there was a boy...no, put that back in its box where it belongs, cut that out
Duly noted. Kakashi takes full advantage of two nimble hands, jacking off Zabuza's dick with one and fondling his balls with the other.
Yep, that knocks away the memory pretty nice. He wraps his fingers in Kakashi's hair, tugging him this way and that absently.
Kakashi's nearly purrs and he puts some of his weight against Zabuza, leaning shoulder to shoulder. He notices a tattoo, now, nearly hidden on his ribs.
"You're warm," he says inanely
"So are you..." Even without the sharingan open, Kakashi can see multiple paths of intent in his mind's eye. He kind of wants to share a bath, spend the night. Kind of wants to kiss him.
Zabuza blinks his eyes open. "Konoha, what are we doing?"
"I'm jacking you off." Kakashi regards Zabuza plainly, but without the cloth mask it's easy to see the details in his unsure expression
This was supposed to be a quick, illicit fuck, one and done. But Zabuza's tired, Kakashi's breath is warm on his neck, and a tiny, soft part of him wants...not sex, but *something*
Kakashi takes his hands off of Zabuza's dick, and runs some fingers over the Mist insignia tattooed on his ribs.
He shivers all over, Kakashi's cool, callused fingertips terrifyingly gentle on his skin.
"ANBU tat," he says, unnecessarily.
Kakashi gives him an amused look, "Mine's prettier."
Zabuza grunts. "Pretty is as pretty does, Konoha."
Kakashi chuckles quietly, "You can use my name, y'know."
He looks at the ceiling. "No."
He shrugs, "Whatever salts your rice."
"You gonna jack me off, or are you gonna sit here and talk about bullshit?"
"Bossy," Kakashi is smiling, but he's...disappointed that Zabuza wouldn't use his name. The handjob resumes, deft hands running over blushing skin.
He was getting soft there for a second, but nope, back to wanting it almost instantly. "You're good at this," he rasps.
He snorts, "Thanks, I've had plenty of practice."
Huh. "On other men, or just yourself?"
"Both," he emphasizes that with a rhythm change, "Why? You think you popped my cherry?"
He snorts, and the sighs at the skilled twist of a hand. "No. Thought you might be eros or something."
"Ah, I see. No, I'm too recognizable. People would be too distracted trying to kill me for me to get any useful information. Also, the ANBU tattoo kind of makes it hard to stay undercover shirtless."
"I haven't tried to kill you." He probably should.
"Likewise."
He glances down. Yep, still an enemy-nin's hand on his cock. That hasn't stopped being a thing. "Get on with it."
Kakashi rolls his eyes and tries to make short work of Zabuza, if he's going to be so pissy about it.
This time, when he comes it's short and silent, a single full-body shiver and a fluttering of the eyelids. Not the worst orgasm he's ever had, but not the best.
If Zabuza had been more into it, Kakashi might've licked his cum off of his hand. As it is, he just wipes it off on a tissue.
He swallows, clears his throat. "Want me to do you?"
"Sure, if you're up for it." Kakashi is still kind of leaning on Zabuza's shoulder. The proximity is reassuring.
He reaches down to touch him, and it's awkward and too intimate and he's back to regretting each and every choice that lead him here
Kakashi recognizes this and stills his hand, "You seem really damn stressed. I could probably smell it from a mile away."
"If it's bothering you, leave."
He doesn't know why this is making him so uncomfortable. "Why'd you stop me, then?"
"Cause I didn't want you to snap my dick in half accidentally."
His eyes narrow. "You think I'm, what, so unbalanced as to do something like that?"
"Maybe I'm overly cautious."
"Occupational hazard, I guess. Look, do you want to get off or not?"
"If we're being completely honest? The mood's passed. I'm over it for now." But. Maybe he can still get that bath. Hot water would do his muscles good.
Deeply relieved, he rolls over. "You can shower or whatever, but don't let anyone see you, this room's only booked for me."
"We could go together. That way, no one gets suspicious that you're taking two showers."
This is sound logic, unassailable by the fact that Zabuza wants Kakashi to go away. "Fine. I'm not gonna scrub your asshole or something, though."
"Fuck no. This'll be a brisk, soldierly shower."
"Good."
Kakashi heaves himself off the bed, stretching, and quickly performs a genjutsu, turning completely invisible and inaudible. He gathers his clothes and leaves for the shower room.
Zabuza stalks after him
As soon as the door shuts behind them, Kakashi drops the illusion and settles down on one of the stools.
Zabuza washes as fast as possible (not hard, when water's in your nature) and considers abandoning Kakashi to his fate
Kakashi washes almost as quickly, then goes to sit in the soaking tub with his hair wrapped in a towel.
Yeah, Kakashi's getting abandoned to his fate. It's after midnight by this point
He doesn't look up, but he does say, "Thank you."
Zabuza pauses for a moment, but doesn't respond