It Wouldn't Work

I don't own Naruto. I only make it dirtier.

(((Chapter 4 - "Let's test this theory")))

Yamato stopped, stood for a moment as Kakashi’s voice washed over him. “Would you care to give it a try..?” what the hell was he saying now? What kind of sick joke was this?

“Honestly now, Kakashi-sensei, we’re not in the academy and we’re not children. Taunting doesn’t suit you. I apologize for what I said and if it bothered you, then I take full responsibility for letting my emotion put you in an uncomfortable position. I am a shinobi of Konoha after all, and it would be appreciated if you would simply accept my apology and not make a joke out of this situation.”

“..I see. So then you weren’t being serious in wanting me to imagine you desiring me in a physical sense. And I’m not to take your resolve that such physical desires simply wouldn’t work seriously. And finally I am supposed to promise not to poke fun at a situation that I willingly offered to participate in because you feel you are the only one who said something they didn’t think they’d say tonight, is that right Tenzou?” Kakashi said as he stood, looking directly at Yamato-tucking his book back into his sidebag.

“..Kakashi.. I..” Yamato stammered as his eyes lowered to stare at the campfire that continued to burn. As he stared he could feel the dry heat of the fire against his eyes.

Kakashi stared at him, waiting for some response. Something to explain his reactions to his offer. Something to clear up the confusion of the moment. A word or movement, a smile or glare that would confirm what Yamato was feeling. Kakashi needed to know now, were Yamato’s words hypothetical, or were they true desires?

Yamato closed his eyes against the dry heat that was threatening to summon the tears of moisture.

“..I’m sorry, Kakashi.. for putting you in an uncomfortable situation. Um, I let my personal ambitions involve you in a situation you didn’t want. I ask you to please forget what was said here tonight, and I’ll forget what you said and we can just go back to working as teammates again tomorrow.” Yamato plead.

Kakashi straightened up, standing just outside of Yamato’s reach. “oi, Tenzou.. if I am a personal ambition of yours, then you involved me in something I don’t want to forget.”

Yamato blinked several times, his dry eyes at his teammate. “J..just what are you saying, Kakashi, now?”

Kakashi smiled at Yamato and closed the distance between them. “I’m saying you involved me in a situation I don’t want to forget, and it’s not as uncomfortable as you are imagining it is.” He came to standing all too close to Yamato, who felt a panic rush through him as the fire crackled behind them.

Yamato understood. It wasn’t a game. Kakashi was being serious. Hatake Kakashi was being serious. There was this side of him that always drew Yamato in. Listless, carefree Kakashi who had the forever habit of being tardy to everything was amusing in that way. But there was something dangerously addicting to the periods of time when he got serious about something. His charisma would go unmatched, his courage-surprising, his focus-extreme. Before him stood Kakashi with eyes more serious then he’d ever seen them. And Yamato’s mind panicked for a way out of his gaze.

“..but.. but it wouldn’t work, you know? I was saying..” Yamato tried. Kakashi closed in, arms to his side, the pockets of his jounin vest pressed next to the pockets of Yamato’s.
“..’ts what I was meaning.. I.. that it, this.. wouldn’t work.. because..” Yamato struggled.
Kakashi leaned forward, moving his face past Yamato’s neck and ear, “..because..?”

Yamato’s eyes rolled back feeling Kakashi’s breath against his neck, small goose bumps raising from the warm air on his earlobe.

“eh..ah.. because.. “ Yamato tried.

Kakashi sensed Yamato’s weakening composure and brushed his clothed mouth against the shorter shinobi’s neck asking, “..Because..?”


Suddenly, Yamato tensed up as his mind cleared, “Because like Sasuke doesn’t have any physical desire for Naruto, you don’t have any physical desire for me..!”

Kakashi grinned at this. Closing his arms around him, running his hand down the back of Yamato’s neck.. “Care to try out this new theory of yours?” he muttered into the skin behind Yamato’s ear as he held Yamato’s neck close to his mouth, running his other hand up underneath his shirt and vest, pressing hard against Yamato’s back.

“...nnn.. wait.. what..what are you..doing, Kakashi..?” Yamato breathed as hands ran the length of his back, following the crease from between his shoulder blades down to the top of his pants, drawing circles in his skin, pressing him forward against Kakashi’s hips. “we.. we can’t do this... here.. now..I..” he tried to argue as he fought to keep his own arms at his sides.

“hmm...? can’t do what, then?” Kakashi asked as he pulled his cloth mask down, “Naruto sleeps and you seem convinced I can’t possibly have desires to do what I am standing here doing.”

Yamato looked at Kakashi’s face, hearing his words, feeling his hands and arms move strongly into position again across his back, watching the newfound vision of his lips. “When you are done looking me over and have convinced yourself you no longer want me, then tell me what it is I’m not desperately wanting to do to you right now, Tenzou..”

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haha I love these two.