Title: Tackle
Summary: Kakashi is early and has nothing to do but read.. that is, until he gets tackled.
Warnings: Some language, suggestive situation?
So, this came to me randomly, and I decided to write it down.
The sun had barely begun to peak through the heavy fog of morning. Drops of dew still clung doggedly to the grass of one of the many training grounds scattered around Konoha.
Hatake Kakashi strolled leisurely across the field, trademark orange book held in front of his nose. The Copy-nin, bored, idly wandered the grounds, moving about with no semblance of direction or purpose.
For, the infamously tardy silver haired man, was early, and he didn't quite know why.
Kakashi searched the surrounding clump of trees, intent on finding a comfortable place to read for a couple of hours. (Because it was certainly unacceptable for him to be early.)
Finding a particularly welcoming trunk, he walked towards it nonchalantly.
Only to be tackled to the ground... by a flying black and orange blur.
His book flew away from him, hitting the ground with a foreboding thunk, signaling the start of the chaos now occurring on the ground.
Orange and black tangled with forest green and dark blue. An arm flashed, limbs tangled – a thunk to the head, a grunt of surprise.
Dust rushed up, irritated by the tussle of blond and silver amidst its cloud.
Abruptly, their impromptu wrestling match ended... with Kakashi on top.
"Maa, look what I caught today~," hummed the silver-haired man, eye curving up playfully.
"Get off me, you bastard!"
His blue eyed attacker (victim?) flopped around furiously, attempting to break Kakashi's grip on his wrists currently held above his head.
"You look like a fish." Kakashi's bland-ness only caused the blond ninja to struggle harder, as if only to get a hit in on the irritable man above him.
Elbow planted in the ground, the copy-nin merely leaned his head onto his free hand, tightening his grip on his catch. After all, it wouldn't do for his cute little student to escape already.
~o~
The blond spluttered, "Y-you, you idiot! Why are you still on top of me anyway?" He'd stopped struggling by now, knowing he was at the mercy of the silver-haired nin. He couldn't help shuddering slightly; his sensei was... a pervert! ...and really just kind of insane and ...yeah! That's definitely why he was bothered.
"Mou, you're the one that attacked me," Kakashi pointed out calmly, single eye glazed over in that god damned annoying look of.. not-aware..-ness.
"...Shut up." He paused. "What d'ya want, you jerk!" The pout was obvious.
Blue eyes widened as the gray eye suddenly leered down at him, glazing over for another reason. That pervert!
The hand no longer supporting Kakashi's head blatantly groped him.
"You pervert!" he choked out, breath hitching slightly. "K-Kakashi.. We're in an open clearing for heaven's sake!"
The hand didn't stop moving; if it was even possible, it seemed to move even more shamelessly, no longer merely gliding, but full on touching. That bastard..
Mask covered lips leaned in, moving until Kakashi's breath was ghosting his ear. "So?"
Naruto froze. It wasn't fair that a word like that could sound so good.
The hand slipped under his shirt. "Besides–," that damned hum! "–you were the one that wanted to play." Cloth-covered lips brushed his ear with every word. Fingers slipped silently towards orange pants. "So let's play."
Naruto could only arch his back.
Suffice to say, Kakashi was tardy after they finished... playing.
A/N Uh, it's kind of been a long time. It seems I'm completely unreliable when it comes to stuff like this. I think I said previously that I had a couple of drabbles just waiting to be posted, and I did. But, I'm forever dissatisfied with my own writing and, probably irrationally, have had a difficult time even looking at what I wrote before. So, that's sort of an excuse, but I guess all I can say now is: no promises.
If you still want to prompt me, go ahead, the format I prefer is in the previous chapters.
So, thanks for reading =D,
Lhoran