Beautiful Dreamer

A/N: Yay! I'm glad you guys are liking this so far. To all of those who reviewed, I love you! Thanks a bunch. And to Kakashi, thank you for leaving me alone long enough to get this written! He was pestering me for some "action" at the end of last chapter, so I gave him some. There's no actual lemoniness...that comes later. So sit back, and enjoy~!

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Chapter 3: Observations.

Genma sighed. “You’re taking this a bit too seriously.” He looked across the small table in the main living space of his apartment. Kakashi had brought several little notebooks, and was currently filling the first of them with notations on his behavior, while making little noises of agreement with himself. Snatching the small pad of paper away from the other Jounin, Genma’s voice took on a tone of annoyance. “And you’re starting to piss me off.”

“Your point being?” Kakashi asked, obviously grinning behind the fabric of his mask. Genma simply stared at him, glaring and incredulous at the same time. After a moment, the taller Jounin reached across the table and retrieved his notes. “I am trying to note your behavior patterns. That way, I’ll know if you’re sleepwalking later.” He leaned back in his chair, paying close attention to the way Genma sat. A small muscle twitched under Genma’s left eye. This was going to make him nuts. If he hadn’t already been insane before, he certainly would be by the end of the week.

Going about the rest of his day with a shadow that was taller than himself was something that really was going to make him insane. He’d gone and talked to the landlady, went to the grocery store, and finally back home because he didn’t want to be seen in public while Kakashi made notes. Grown men giggling to themselves as they walked behind other grown men just looked…wrong. “What’s for dinner?” The silvery-haired man had his feet up on the arm of the couch, laying out and completely at ease.

Genma wasn’t even sure about that, himself. He pulled a few menus from the door of his refrigerator, tossing half of them to Kakashi. After looking them over, it was decided that they would just get food delivered. They ordered from a Chinese restaurant, and Kakashi got Moo Shoo Pork, while Genma got his usual Sesame Chicken. They ate in silence, and then settled in on the couch to watch television. Kakashi was much more tolerable when he was silent. He hadn’t had a smart-ass comment from the man in nearly three hours.

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Kakashi looked from the television to Genma, in the corner of his eye. The other jounin’s eyes were starting to droop. He decided he would let him fall asleep. And when the other man tried jumping out of the window to go off in search of more women to molest, he would simply follow, take notes, and observe while Genma became quite oversexed. It was too bad that it was in his sleep, really. If he’d been given a love potion and been allowed to stay awake, it would prove to be much more amusing. He could just see it. Genma would be cursing and swearing while he made it with every woman in the village. It was just far too…funny.

For a moment, he turned his attention back to the television. There was something very inane on, and it was a wonder that he himself did not fall asleep. Then, he felt a slight crackling, like static electricity. His head whipped around, and he saw a light glow of chakra around Genma’s head, after which it slowly faded. The man’s eyes popped open, and he seemed completely awake. He looked over at Kakashi, and smirked. The Copy-Nin’s visible eye widened. He knew that look. Before he could move, Genma had pounced onto him, and he had a very heavy blanket. A knee forced it self between his, and two very cold hands found their way into his shirt. Kakashi hissed as those hands moved over his ribs. Not good…

“Shiranui…” He said warningly, his hands coming up to grab at the other man’s wrists and push him away.

Genma, who had been breathing hotly on his ear, now glared down at him. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t want it.” Kakashi blinked. He didn’t want it. Not from Genma. Kakashi was one hundred percent heterosexual, thank you. The smaller man then did something Kakashi had not thought him capable of. Genma broke and then reversed the grip on his wrists, shoving Kakashi’s hands over his head, leaning his bodyweight heavily onto his chest. “You’re straight…right?” One of those thin, dark eyebrows rose, questioning.

Kakashi was past caring about his assignment. He was simply trying to protect his anal virginity. “Damned straight, Shiranui. Why not go find a girl for you? Hell…why not one for me, while you’re at it?” The assassin snorted. Kakashi tested his grip, but it was firm. His hands were held just far enough apart so that he could form no seals. Damn, but the bastard was good at his job, even in his sleep! Kakashi screwed his eyes shut, trying to think. Suddenly, he felt something nudging up on his hitai-ate. One or two more nudges, and the cloth and metal fell in a light thud to the carpet. Then, he felt teeth on the bridge of his nose. One sharp canine hooked under the cloth of his mask, pulling it down. It slid down his face and fell off of his chin. He opened his eyes just in time to see Genma’s smirk.

“Ah, Hatake. Now I see why you hide. You’re almost pretty enough to be a woman.” Genma started leaning down.

“Back off, Shiranui. You’re not in your right mind.” He growled this through lips that were still a bit clammy from his mask.

Genma smiled a little. “Then I guess you’ll just have to excuse me.” Before he could do anything to thwart the other man, or get out of the way, Genma’s snake-like movement had connected their lips. First, it was just a hard, stiff crushing of lips against his, and he was just waiting for it to be over. Then, something happened that he did not expect. Genma pulled away, resting more of his weight onto Kakashi’s body. The man might be small, but he was nothing but solid (if not wiry) muscle. He was looking down at him with curiosity, while the trapped Jounin was staring up at him in shock.

As Genma leaned down again, he felt lips on his, softly this time, and a slight tingling sensation began spreading over his mouth. It was the damned strangest thing he’d ever felt, but he couldn’t say that it was unpleasant. What was he thinking? Of course it was unpleasant! He didn’t want to be mouth-molested by Shiranui Genma. Something warm and wet slid over his lower lip, and he clamped his mouth shut. He was not going to let this happen. Soft lips pulled back just enough to let the other man speak. “Come on, now…don’t be like that, Hatake.” After a short pause, Genma’s tone dropped to a low, sensual growl. “Kiss me.”

Kakashi was known for many things. He was famous for his tardiness, his jutsu, his penchant for carrying perverted reading materials, and for a few other things, but one thing that not that many people knew about him was that he was quite possibly one of the most stubborn ninjas in the entire Fire Country. That was why he growled right back, “Not on your life, Shiranui.”

Somehow his wrists were held firmly in only one hand, as Genma reached back for something Kakashi couldn’t see. His ears picked up the clinking of metal, after which he felt the sharp pinpoint of a senbon at his neck. “Then how about on yours, Hatake?” Kakashi’s eyes became impossibly wide. Why did he feel like he was in the middle of the yaoi edition of Icha Icha Violence? For a nanosecond, he was tempted to look around for Jiraiya. His attention was all on the man holding a weapon to his neck, though. He dared not move. Shiranui Genma was a Special Jounin, and an assassin. His hands were lethal, and more so when they held one of those blasted needles. “What do you say? You wanna kiss me, or do you want to be a pin-cushion?”

In a wry tone, Kakashi replied, “Since you make the offer so very tempting…I guess I’ll kiss you.”

Genma pulled back from him, enough to let Kakashi see his face. “There’s a good boy. Don’t squirm, now.” He was smirking now, enough to give Uchiha Sasuke a run for his money. He leaned down again, and Kakashi felt a stray hair tickle his cheek as their lips met. Those lips moved gently over his, and he allowed his own to relax into them. When his captor’s lips parted, he felt warm wetness as a tongue lapped at his mouth. Now that felt surprisingly nice. Kakashi could pretend that Genma was a woman. That might make things easier. So, he closed his eyes. The moment his eyes closed, his mouth opened, and Genma’s tongue slipped inside, brushing against his slowly, sensually, but clearly remaining the dominant force.

It was difficult to pretend that a woman was kissing him when there was an erection pressing against his leg, but Kakashi was doing his level best. He tried to take control of things, pressing his mouth up, moving his tongue against Genma’s, but it was all in vain. The other man was bent on domination. Gods, it was getting warm in the room. The temperature spiked when Genma started nipping at his lower lip, then sucked at it. Oh, but that felt good. Genma made a pleased sound that was half-groan, half-mewl, and took his mouth again in a kiss that was hot, wet, and nowhere near chaste. Somewhere in the middle of all that, his heart had decided to beat faster. He felt light-headed. And that tingling feeling was filling his mouth now, spreading little fingers of pleasure down his spine. Finally, his lips were released.

Kakashi panted, eyes glazed as he tried to focus on Genma’s face. The senbon was still at his throat. Genma let a lazy smile spread over his face. “Still straight, Hatake?”

Eyes narrowing, Kakashi retorted, “You think a kiss will make me play for the other team? Not even you could be that stupid, Shiranui.”

One slender, dark brow rose. That look said he didn’t believe a word of it. “You are nowhere near as good a liar as you should be, Hatake.” His voice dropped into that growl again. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Deny what?” Kakashi asked, a bit too quickly.

The smirk returned to Genma’s face in full force. He leaned down and gave Kakashi’s earlobe a light nip. “You liked it, didn’t you?” A tongue flicked at the same spot, “I can tell…you like this. You want it. Why fight?”

Had he been any lesser man, Kakashi was sure that he would have just relaxed into the treatment Genma was giving his ear. It felt incredible. But he was Hatake Kakashi, Copy-Nin, elite Jounin. He could take it. He was on a mission. “Shiranui, get off of me.”

“Negative.” Sharp teeth gave a fierce bite to his neck through the bunched cloth of his mask, managing to hurt and feel good at the same time. Kakashi grunted.

Kakashi tried very hard, and barely succeeded in not allowing his head to fall back at the feeling of Genma’s teeth pulling his mask farther down his neck. His voice was dangerous, “Don’t make me hurt you.”

Hot breath curled over his skin as Genma said mockingly, “I hope you try, Hatake. I really do. That way, I can subdue you.” He paused for a moment, letting that information sink in. “Do you like being tied up?” Kakashi’s breath caught. This was getting out of hand. Genma was asleep, and threatening to tie him up and have his wicked way with him. “Or maybe…” a swipe of the assassin’s tongue just below his ear made his eyes flutter close to closing, “…maybe you would prefer handcuffs?” He couldn’t help it. His throat had gone completely dry, so he swallowed, trying to get some kind of moisture back.

“Shiranui…” he croaked around his dry throat, trying to get the man’s mind off of sex for long enough to release him.

“Mm?” Genma was now nuzzling his neck, “You smell good, Hatake. Kind of spicy…” Okay…the bastard seemed to have a one-track mind. Then, another tack occurred to him. What if he played up to him? At some point, he was bound to let him go, so that they could get more comfortable. That might just be crazy enough to work. The only question was, how did he do it?

Kakashi estimated that the point of the senbon was no more than a centimeter and a half from his throat. That meant moving his head was out of the question. It looked like swallowing his pride would be just about the only option. So, he shifted his left leg, rubbing it lightly against Genma’s, “Kiss me again.”

Hot breath on his neck became a light chuckle. “Beg me.”

Even to be released, Kakashi would not beg. He couldn’t. “No.”

Genma bore down his hips, causing a jolt of pleasure to wrack Kakashi’s body. He moaned involuntarily. “Beg, Hatake. Believe me, it’s worth it.” The assassin’s hips began a slow, unbelievably torturous grind, and try as he might, there was no way to control the moans that he started making. “Still too proud to beg?”

Breathing was becoming difficult. His head was spinning, body burning, and he had no idea what was going on. Kakashi’s body was betraying him, begging in place of his mouth while Genma kept the relentlessly slow pace up with his hips. “Ah…” He moaned, unable to speak coherently.

“What was that?” Genma’s voice was filled with mocking. “Ready to ask for what you want…or is the famous Copy-Nin of Konoha above begging little old me?” There was mock innocence in the man’s voice now, his tone becoming a sexy simper. “But you know,” Genma lowered his face, coming within a millimeter of his lips. As he spoke, warm breath spread heat through him as it caressed the skin of his face. “If you beg now, you’ll be begging more later. Maybe you don’t want that? Don’t want me to make you beg me to…make you scream my name?”

Kakashi couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even move. Genma wasn’t finished with his questions. “Or…maybe you do want it, but you’re scared?” He could almost feel Genma’s smile. “You don’t have to be afraid, Hatake. Why fear something that feels good?” Fuck…he thought, trying to gain some kind of sanity through the maddening haze of utter lust and desire that his body was trapped in, Fuck, what is he doing to me?

It was maddening. It was frustrating. He didn’t want to beg. But he wanted to be set free. The muscles in his arms were starting to hurt, and his face was red. And damn it, he had an erection! It was becoming painful. Damn it. Kakashi quickly went over a prioritized list in his head. He was supposed to observe. He was supposed to help. He was supposed to let nature take its course. But how was he supposed to observe and help if nature was taking its course with his body as well as Genma’s?

Just as quickly, there was rationalization going on. Genma was asleep. He would remember nothing. Was there really any shame if no one knew? Not really. With that little battle finished, he took a deep breath. Genma’s lips were still hovering. “Please…”

“Please what, Hatake?” Hot breath fanned across his lips. “You have to tell me what you want.”

Kakashi’s body burned. This was going to kill him, this assignment. “Please…kiss me.”

Genma’s tongue flashed out, wetting Kakashi’s lips. “Good boy.” And then, he felt his mouth engulfed in heat and wetness. In all of the torrid encounters Kakashi had with various and sundry women, he could not remember the burning sensation he felt in his groin. At any other time, he would have thought he needed some kind of cream or medicine for such a feeling. But this was not an itch. It was more like a burning, aching need. The feeling grew more and more intense as he just stopped thinking, threw his caution, duty and inhibitions to the wind and returned the kiss with as much force as he could.

“Mmm,” he moaned into Genma’s mouth, “More…”

Genma pulled away. He looked down into the glazed black and Sharingan eyes below him, and smirked. “Ready to behave? If you are, I can find better things you can beg for.” Kakashi nodded. His hands were slowly released, fingers trailing over his right arm. The senbon was replaced in its holder. Right about now, when Genma’s guard was down, he should attack. He should incapacitate the man. He should…but he didn’t. “Is there anything else you want?”

Kakashi’s hands reached up, pulling the bandanna from Genma’s head, and tossing it to land next to his. With both hands buried in chestnut brown hair, he yanked hard, pulling the other man down. “Anything else I want…” Genma looked confused. Kakashi smirked, then used his grip to reverse their positions. “I want to make you beg.” The confusion on Genma’s face turned to anger.

“If anyone’s going to beg, Hatake, it will be you. I’m not going to be your bitch.”

Now this was new. Kakashi found that little crease between Genma’s eyebrows to be rather endearing, really. “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he said as his hand moved, snaking its way under the assassin’s shirt to find hard muscle and the gnarled scars that littered his stomach. “and I think that you’ll look even better…while you’re screaming.” Hazel eyes widened, and Kakashi blocked a rather nasty punch before it could connect. “Ho, Ho! I see. You just want to fuck. Not be fucked, is that it?”

Genma turned red. “Shut up, Hatake.”

Kakashi was now getting a little confused. The sex-kitten act was obviously his sleeping self. The prudish side that he had noted while Genma was still awake was now coming out. Which was it? “Are you asleep?” He asked, almost to himself. “Or are you awake?”

“Does it matter?” Genma asked, sullenly crossing his arms across his chest. “Would you do this if I were awake?” That did it. He was asleep. That meant he wouldn’t remember anything.

“I have to admit…I probably wouldn’t. But that’s okay, right? I’ll give you a choice, Shiranui. Either you get what you want, and I don’t tell you when you wake up, or I get what I want, and you find out the hard way.” Kakashi also had to admit…he didn’t want to be Genma’s bitch either, but he wasn’t cruel enough to just let the man wake up sore and sticky, and knowing what happened without needing to be told.

Genma looked at him incredulously. “That’s a no-brainer. You’re my bitch tonight, Hatake.”

“One condition.”

Genma’s hands stopped a centimeter away from Kakashi’s vest zipper. “What’s that?”

“I’m not anyone’s bitch. You call me Kakashi from now on. Is that clear, Genma?” He emphasized his point by pressing his hips down, earning a groan for his trouble, and a nice jolt of pleasure through his own body.

“Ahhhh…oh, yeah…clear. Gods that felt good.” The assassin sat up, looking him in the eyes. His fingers closed on the zipper of Kakashi’s vest, pulling it down slowly. “Too bad I won’t remember this.”

“Indeed.”

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Genma’s head hurt. “Damned love potions…” He groaned, opening his eyes. The room was brightly lit. He was in his bed. That was a good sign, he supposed. At least he didn’t wake up on the bathroom floor again. That sucked. As he sat up, Genma winced. His shoulders were very, very tense. When he stood, he found the muscles in his lower back were the same. His eyes narrowed. Genma wasn’t stupid. He recognized the telltale signs of vigorous, exhaustive sex when he felt them. “Great. Who was it this time?”

He trudged into the living area, to find Hatake Kakashi draped over his couch, wearing only a pair of dark green boxer shorts. Lanky limbs hung over the edge of the leather furniture, and Genma gaped. He’d never seen Kakashi without his mask before. I suppose he can’t have it on all of the time…But what really caught his attention were the numerous bite marks and hickeys that decorated the man’s neck, chest, stomach, and gods only knew where else. His left eyebrow rose. Well…I guess someone has a better sex life than I do.

Grunting, he moved to the kitchen. “Oi! Hatake!”

There was a strange snorting sound, followed by a loud thump and “Shit! Damn it, Genma!” After his cursing was done, he slinked over to the kitchen. “What?! Can’t a guy get some damned shut-eye around this joint?”

Genma’s laughter hurt. It really did. “Hatake, I was just going to ask if you want tea.”

“Sure.”

As he moved around the kitchen, he could feel Kakashi’s eyes on him. That was nothing new. The bastard had been noting his “behavior patterns” the day before, so he could be doing the same thing now. But when he looked, the taller Jounin was just leaning against the doorframe, watching him. “So…” Genma said, trying to dispel the awkwardness he inexplicably felt, “…where’d you get those battle scars?”

Kakashi looked down at his chest. Genma watched as the man’s usually hidden face turned a shade of pink that actually was rather becoming. “Um…I kind of didn’t really watch you properly…”

Genma instantly began fuming. “You asshole! How am I ever supposed to find the bitch who did this to me if you’re off having rough, kinky sex instead of watching my back?” Kakashi just stood staring at him, a look of utter disbelief on his face. Genma huffed, deflated by the flicker of hurt that he saw enter the other man’s eyes. “Shit…sorry, man.” Sighing, he said in a jocular tone, “Was it at least good? I don’t think I’d want to be ditched unless it was for something that was worth it.”

The Copy-Nin bit his lower lip, one hand unconsciously moving to a rather large bite mark on his neck. “Yeah…it was good.” His voice sounded far away. Genma thought, It must have been good. Look at how spacey he is! Damn. What I wouldn’t give to have just one night that made me that distracted…

“Well, at least that. Now. Breakfast?” He asked this as briskly as possible. No use dwelling on the past, and what he couldn’t remember.

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A/N: Muahhahahaha! The evil tease strikes again. I just love leaving people in suspense. So long as you don't kill me for it. Love you all~! Please review! Oh. If you find typos, please tell me where they are so I can fix them!