Worth It

Title: Worth it
Pairing: KakashixGenma
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, violence, dubious consent, language, M/M, oral, blood, humiliation
A/N: This is a collaboration with livejournal's frackin_sweet. The good parts are hers. ^_^ Here is her lj page: http://frackin-sweet.livejournal.com/ She rocks my socks off. There is some ninjaporn posted there that makes my head spin for days. You should seriously check her stuff out.

Got a picture link, too: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/317784/

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It all clicks into place for Genma as he stands at the bar talking about nothing, and feeling eyes drill into his back.

It's such an instinctive thing that he doesn't really need to test his theory, but he does it anyways; he leans closer to his companion and swirls a couple of fingers in the man's drink, then makes eye contact with him as he sucks the amber liquid that clings to his fingertips. His companion's eyes go slightly soft and unfocused.

The eyes on his back radiate hot, destructive intent.

Kakashi is supposed to be still out on a mission, he really shouldn't be there haunting the dive bars Genma likes and making him uncomfortable. It's irritating, really, the eyes on his back, and just out of sheer contrariness, Genma pays a little more attention to his current companion than he would've otherwise. Touching, encouraging, letting the guy buy him another drink. He can feel the energy behind him flare several times, and each time be tamped down. As someone who stays alive by escaping notice, Kakashi probably does not want to make a public scene.

Genma smiles, not at his companion's witty remark, but at the feeling of attempted restraint behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees that Kakashi has tossed back his entire drink and is trying not to cough...he really doesn't drink regularly enough to be able to pull that off smoothly.

Jealousy is a good look on Kakashi; it brings color to his pale skin and darkens the blue of his eye. Suddenly Genma wishes he was getting a closer look at both, and it's harder to pay attention to the guy who's trying valiantly to pick him up. Trying, and failing. As soon as Genma feels the seething glare behind him recede, he makes his excuses to his companion and leaves the bar. If he's lucky, he can get home before the confrontation he's now itching for goes down.

He takes to the rooftops, because they're quicker, and speed and stealth will give him an excuse for his hammering heart. The swift leaps are actually somewhat calming, and by the time he opens the door to his apartment, he's let his guard down slightly. Perhaps his instincts were wrong, and Kakashi has decided to call it a night. Shedding clothes, he walks to his bedroom.

Not sure if he's relieved or disappointed, he recalls Raidou's offhanded comment a few days prior, nodding in the direction of Kakashi, nearby but avoiding interaction.

"That's one stray you're gonna be sorry you let follow you home, my friend," Raidou had said.

On the contrary, Genma thinks now, I want him to chase me home, break down my door, and bite when I try to feed him. That's the kind of stray I WANT.

The breeze from the open bedroom window is just warm enough to still feel good. But the familiar chakra signature that unveils itself to the right of the window makes him break out in gooseflesh.

Kakashi is seated, ninjaken across his lap, gloves and vambraces still on.

Genma stops with his hands at the button of his pants, feeling his pulse beat quick and painful in his throat. Kakashi isn't moving yet - just watching him, and Genma wonders why he's not angry at Kakashi's presumption. He thinks if anyone else did this to him, even tried, they'd be already be halfway home, nursing their wounds, not to mention their pride. He thinks it's because maybe he couldn't get rid of Kakashi by force.

And maybe that's one of the things that drew him to Kakashi in the first place.

Kakashi's eye is narrow and nearly unreadable in the gloom, but Genma can still see-- the jealousy, the hunger, the rage, barely contained. He's suddenly very aware of his bare chest and stomach, and breathes in so Kakashi can see the movement of muscles under skin before he turns his back to the man.

Just to get the reaction.

Just to hear the subtle sound of air being displaced when Kakashi moves, swiftly, predictably, right behind him.

Kakashi's armored vest is rough against his back; the blade of that short sword is cool and undeniable against his throat, pressed hard against his larynx. I will use violence to keep you here, if you make me, it says.

Kakashi's breath is louder than Genma's heartbeat.

Genma grins.

"Had enough of watching?" he whispers hoarsely, keeping just enough cocky in his voice to irritate the other man. Kakashi presses harder against his throat, tilting the weapon to force Genma's head back at an angle.

"Who was he?" Kakashi bites out, tightening his fingers on Genma's hip. The hardened tips of those gloves dig into Genma's skin through his pants, and he almost reaches out instinctively to knock the man's hand away. But his hands are free for now, and he intends to keep them that way.

So he very deliberately relaxes his shoulders and arms, his hands open and away from his body. An attempt at swallowing earns him the scrape of steel fingertips over the bare skin to the right of his navel. It also reveals that the dull edge of the blade is the one almost bisecting his voice box right now.

The dull edge. It's too early to call Kakashi’s bluff, not with his breathing still quick and uncontrolled like that. Genma likes feeling him struggle for control. He moves his left arm slightly back, so that he can have contact with the arm holding the ninjaken.

It's always almost a shock how hot that pale skin can be. Kakashi looks so cool and impassive, but his skin is almost fever-hot. Inside, he’s probably hotter than the gods’ own forge right now.

Genma relaxes his neck further, leans back a bit to ease the press of the blade. Kakashi’s messy hair tickles the side of his face, they’re that close now, and Genma realizes that the other man is now just slightly taller than he is. This is new. Perhaps it has been too long since they’ve spent any sort of time together.

“Who. Was. He.” The question again, no less menacing for being spoken softly against the edge of Genma’s ear.

It strains Genma’s neck muscles unpleasantly when he smiles again, but it’s hard not to react when the dark sound of Kakashi’s voice in his ear is flooding his bloodstream with endorphins. “All those covert-op skills of yours, I’d wager you already know who ‘he’ is,” he answers, keeping his tone light in spite of the difficulty speaking with his neck stretched and mouth dry.

“Mmm,” Kakashi responds. “No matter. I’m sure they’ll figure it out at the hospital.”

Genma’s heartbeat leaps back up to threat-level and he lurches forward hard enough to gag himself against the blade. “That guy is….is nobody!” he gasps and involuntarily brings up a hand up. His fingers search along the cold metal, feeling for dried blood. “What did you do?”

Abruptly the blade rotates, and Genma feels the sharp edge bite into his fingers, but he keeps them there. Better his fingers than his throat.

“Not really your concern, is it?” Kakashi muses, and nudges his face in behind Genma’s ear. The feeling of hot breath trapped in cloth is maddening. The soft, dangerous voice continues. “It’s unfortunate, though. He can’t really be blamed for wanting...” the smooth surface of a glove slides down Genma’s hip, steel tip catching the top of half-undone pants…”what he was wanting.” The tip slides further down, and digs into the sensitive skin located just inside and below Genma’s hipbone.

The pressure of Kakashi's blade against his fingers is steady, and his fingertips are as well, sliding against the skin of his lower belly, just a muscle-twitch or a breath away from drawing blood. Kakashi has always had perfect control, when it comes to things like that. Genma holds himself completely still as Kakashi's fingers roam lower, and the sound of those steel tips brushing over coarse, wiry curls is clear to his ears. He lets out a short puff of breath when Kakashi's hand flattens over his pubic mound, just an inch from his cock, which is now swelling thick and trapped along the inside of his right thigh.

He just can't tell what Kakashi is bluffing about - if he's bluffing about anything. If he didn't know first-hand what kind of damage Kakashi could do in ten seconds, he'd say that he couldn't have had time to hunt down and attack the man from the bar. He decides that right now, it doesn't matter; right now, there are more urgent things to consider.

"...but I want you. And I'm going to have you," Kakashi rasps, his voice laced with arrogance, and Genma has time to wonder just how bad his last mission was, if it was the one that finally pushed Kakashi too far. And then that hand hovering over his pubic bone moves, tugging at the open fly of Genma's pants. They drop to the ground, Genma's dick springing free, and he has to admit that at least a part of him wants Kakashi too. Even if it's like this.

He can feel the heat from Kakashi's erection against the bare skin of his ass the second before their bodies meet, and that heat seems to flow into his own body, shooting through his stomach in shuddery waves, and forward, surging through the length of his cock.

Especially if it's like this.

Only - the blade is still pressing against his fingers, a reminder that this isn't just a game, this isn't just some added kink that they've both agreed on. This isn't the Kakashi he's familiar with squeezing his hip harshly, metal tips digging in, this time without that thin layer of fabric to protect his skin. As Kakashi presses his hips forward, he tilts the blade, finessing it so that the razor-edge draws a thin, stinging line against the side of Genma's neck. Genma makes an involuntary noise in his throat and that sharp edge is drawn away, still hovering, resting lightly against his fingers. Blood is warm on his skin, a thin trickle tickling down his neck to pool against his collarbone and stop there. Genma blinks and swallows, grateful that the damage was that minor; you can never tell by feel, when the edge is so fine.

"You want me," Kakashi whispers, exhaling roughly as he nudges Genma with his cock again, grinding his hips forward, that hot, cloth-covered flesh hard as a rock. Genma shivers, at an errant night breeze against his skin, at the lust twisting loosely in the pit of his stomach.

At the nagging thought that he could still end up with his throat slit.

He presses his ass back against Kakashi, and Kakashi thrusts against him, relaxing the hand on his hip, letting it slide down over his thigh. Mid-thrust, Genma twists, knowing this is risky, knowing this could make it even worse, but his pride won't allow him to let himself be taken at knife-point. Steel traces fiery lines against his thigh, but he succeeds in grabbing Kakashi's wrist and pushing the sword-arm away. He digs his thumb hard into the brachial nerve along the unarmored inside of Kakashi’s arm, and the ninjaken clatters to the floor.

Before Kakashi can make an attempt to reclaim it, Genma half-turns and kicks it to the side of the room. But this ends up being a bad mistake, as he remembers too late that his pants are around his ankles. Kakashi takes advantage of the momentum as Genma stumbles, and shoves him the rest of the way backwards.

Feet still trapped, equilibrium shattered, Genma fetches up against the wall, and hisses at the cold surface against his heated skin. His loss of balance has allowed Kakashi to get a grip on his wrists, and he twists until the strain forces Genma to bend his elbows. He ends up with his hands pinned next to his shoulders, feeling embarrassingly like the wide-eyed heroine on a romance novel cover. One about to be violently ravished.

This thought, along with the hot mouth now lapping at the blood pooled in the hollow of his clavicle, brings him painfully back to full hardness. He squirms, thrusts up against Kakashi’s pants, rubbing against him, greedy for sensation.

His thrusts are answered with harder ones, and with teeth latching carelessly onto his shoulder, his ear, that long muscle in the side of his neck. Kakashi is trying to draw more blood, alternating sharp bites with hard suction that releases abruptly to a little starburst of pain, and then a long hungry lick before attacking elsewhere.

Genma wraps one leg around his angry, panting lover so that they can grind against each other better, and gasps when he feels cold steel fingertips drag up the underside of his balls. Up, and back, pressing slow and cold, Kakashi has found a new way to threaten and torture him.

And then, before the sound of Genma’s own desperate mewl has left his ears, the fingers relocate to tangle in his hair, forcing his head back as Kakashi forces his mouth open and kisses him like it's just another tactic for killing. Brutally, deeply, and Genma half-tries to keep up, even though he can’t and that’s the best part…

The fingers twist painfully in his hair, and Genma’s eyes snap open to gaze into the mismatched ones right in front of his face. Kakashi’s eyelids are lowered in lust, but Genma’s not hormone-drunk enough to think that his fury has been slaked. If anything, it’s even sharper now that Genma’s not fighting him anymore.

Genma licks his swollen lips, and Kakashi takes this as a proper, penitent suggestion.

Genma has one odd, offhanded thought about how it was someone’s brilliant idea to put Velcro fasteners on ANBU uniform pants, as it’s easy to undo even with the gloves on. Then all thought flees as Kakashi pulls out his heavy cock and commands “Suck me.”

He backs up just enough, other hand still fisted in Genma’s hair, forcing him to his knees. And Genma goes down, feeling like this is what he’s been after all night; he’s so achingly hard and seeping with just the anticipation of getting the back of his head fucked into the wall.

Genma inhales deeply, thigh muscles shuddering as he settles back against his heels. The tip of Kakashi's dick draws a crooked, slippery line over his chin before it settles against his lower lip, and Kakashi doesn't give him a chance to willingly take it into his mouth. The man looming over him presses his hips forward, filling Genma's mouth with two inches of that hot, salted flesh.

He only has a few seconds to taste it, to flatten his tongue against that blunt head. Feeling the muscles in Kakashi's legs tremble minutely against his knees, he takes one more deep breath, catching Kakashi's strong, animal scent, sweat and musk and deep forest. And now taut hips snap forward, forcing that thick length deep to bump the back of Genma's throat.

He doesn't miss the soft grunt from three feet over his head, but the sound is almost lost in the scrape of Kakashi's calf-high boots over the wood floor as he steps forward, planting his feet to either side of Genma's legs. He thrusts forward again, and Genma is forced to lean back, his shoulders and the back of his head kissing the wall, his torso arched back at an uncomfortable angle.

Genma's eyes begin to water as Kakashi begins fucking his mouth in earnest, tightening his fist warningly in Genma's hair at the accidental scrape of teeth over his shaft. Genma steadies his hands on corded thighs, sliding those uniform pants down so he is touching nearly feverish skin, and attempts to work his lips and tongue around that thrusting thickness. His efforts are rewarded with Kakashi thrusting even more roughly. Genma tries to swallow against his gag reflex, but that solid, heavy length flattening his tongue against the bottom of his mouth shoves deeper, piercing through the spasming circle of his throat muscles.

His hands come up to nudge at Kakashi's hips, needing some breathing room so that he can participate at least a little in this, but Kakashi is quick even as he's moaning at the feel of tight muscles squeezing frenetically around the tip of his cock. Genma's wrists are captured again, pushed down against his shoulders, his elbows out to the sides.

He feels a twinge of embarrassment when he gags around Kakashi. His mouth is his weapon - he is aware that he can bring most men to their proverbial knees with just a swirl of his tongue, but there just isn't much he can do when he's trapped in a tight space between a wall and a vicious, highly aroused killer who is intent on showing him just how powerless he is.

Another sharp snap of Kakashi's hips, accompanied by a thick groan from overhead, and this time Genma's head does thud against the wall. The moisture welling in his eyes spills over and he sputters through his nose. One more deep thrust into his quaking throat, and Kakashi pulls back, seemingly tired of this awkward, humiliating game.

Or maybe just getting ready to move on to the next stage, Genma thinks as he coughs against the scratchiness in his throat. Kakashi is towering over him, his chest moving with his ragged, audible breaths, staring down at him. Moonlight glows in his silvery hair, glints in his hooded eye, glistens on his wet cock and the thin, trembling bridge of saliva still connecting it to Genma's lower lip.

Conflicting desires surge through him. He wants to fight, he wants to push this dangerous man away, he wants to throw him to the floor and fuck him, he wants to let go and take whatever punishment Kakashi has decided he deserves.

He wants that arrogant cock pounding into him. No more games.

Except for one last jibe. Genma looks up, insolent in spite of his still-trapped hands and violated throat. “What are you waiting for?” he rasps. “I can still find someone else to finish this, if you can’t.” The last words are barely out before he’s being dragged up by a fist in the back of his hair.

Kakashi growls low in his throat as he turns and flips Genma around with a violent twist of his arm, yanking it up behind his back. “I still haven’t decided,” he grates. “Whether you’re worth it or not.”

The insult feels more personal, more cutting than it should after all they’ve been through, and it re-ignites a stubborn spark of anger in Genma. Unthinking, he gives in to it and slams his head back as hard as he can, into Kakashi’s face.

Kakashi cries out, surprised, and Genma feels the grip on his wrist slip. He wrenches his arm free and stumbles forward, but the pants still around his ankles get in the way again. He curses, drops to one knee and yanks them off over his boots, and manages to get to his feet before Kakashi is on him again, rougher and faster than before. Their legs tangle, and Genma tries to get clear to stomp hard on Kakashi’s instep.

They grapple for long moments, until Kakashi claws a line of bloody furrows into Genma’s chest, and then brings a knee up between Genma’s legs and racks him, hard enough to gain the advantage and push him forward again, a few labored steps. Genma’s wits are clouded a bit by the stinging cuts and pain in his groin, and he gasps when his thighs slam into something hard.

The kitchen table. It skids across the tile and thuds into the wall, halting them both abruptly as a teacup topples to the floor. Genma bends over and Kakashi follows, still pressed against his back. Here Genma can feel the tabletop below him slickening from his own blood and sweat, and the spray of blood from Kakashi’s split lips as he pants against his neck.

He can also feel Kakashi’s hot, twitching erection pressed against the cleft of his ass. Genma pulls in a deep, shuddering breath. He’s very much worth it, and they both know it. He deliberately releases first his chakra, then the tension in his muscles. He lets his spine stretch, and rolls his hips back slowly.

Kakashi rises up, and Genma knows he’s taking a moment to just look, so he squirms enough to glance backwards, hungry for the eye contact. Blood still drips down Kakashi’s lower face and chin, landing in thick droplets on Genma’s back. His shoulders have dropped a little bit, and his rage has lost some of its edge.

But his eyes are still hot. “Sometimes,” he barely breathes, leaning forward again until his bloody lips are against Genma’s ear. “I really fucking hate you.”

The words are better than any declaration of lust or affection could possibly dream of being. Genma closes his eyes, and he shudders in anticipation as he whispers back, “How much?”

And then he drops his forehead to the table, as Kakashi forces the blunt head of his cock through the tight ring of Genma’s anus. Dry and harsh. Kakashi pushes in deeper. “So…much…” he grinds out, voice catching in his throat.

Genma clenches his teeth as body tries to resist the pain, and he writhes in spite of himself. Kakashi hisses, and slaps a gloved hand hard against Genma’s back, pinning him to the tabletop. “Stop,” he growls, and Genma’s whole body responds to the dominant tone with a heavy surge of arousal. Kakashi feels the accompanying muscle release, and thrusts with a grunted “hnngh,” until he’s completely buried in Genma’s ass.

Before shocked muscles can come to peace with all that solid flesh forcing him open, Kakashi moves, and Genma can't help the short, high whine that burns the back of his raw throat on the way out.

The loose skin around Kakashi's tip catches and drags as he plows back in, prompting breathless gasps from both of them. He shoves forward anyway, and the dry friction is maddening; the hot tingle in Genma's nerves, shooting up his spine, is almost enough to make it good.

But right now it hurts like hell, makes him want to bite down on his tongue to distract him from the flaring pain as Kakashi stabs into him again. Swollen flesh grazes his prostate, and Genma tries to dig his fingernails into the table as that sharp burst of pleasure plays a discordant note against the steady, rising ache in his lower body, the contrast making both nearly intolerable. His body clenches tight, too tight around the intrusion, and Kakashi inhales sharply and presses down harder against his back.

Genma groans when he feels that broad head stretch his sphincter as Kakashi pulls out. He feels Kakashi's cock sliding against his ass, skidding over the thick layer of sweat, hears Kakashi spit once, twice, and knows that there has to be blood mixed in with the saliva.

Genma doesn't think this concession means he's forgiven, but he thinks it's right that Kakashi's blood helps ease the friction as he fucks his way back inside Genma's body. There's just enough moisture coating Kakashi's cock to turn what had been a painfully arousing ordeal into something entirely different, something that has his dick twitching back to full hardness against the sweat-slick surface of the table. Now his body, stretched and sore, welcomes that plunging length.

The hand on his back eases, sliding down to join the other at Genma's hips, and now that he can really move, Kakashi sets a punishing tempo. Desire sings high and clear through Genma's veins as he pushes back, groaning at the heat pooling and coiling in his lower belly, gasping at the glide of that thick shaft over his prostate.

"Oh, Genma," Kakashi moans, sounding almost agonized, as if he hates the way that name falls so easily from his lips.

"Nnnh-- Fuck me, Kakashi," Genma whispers fiercely. Not to give permission, because Kakashi took that a long time ago. To let Kakashi know that he knows exactly whose dick is plunging deep inside his body, and he wants this.

And he does - he wants every movement of this thick cock skewering him with sharp, agonizing pleasure, he wants these deep scratches that Kakashi dug into his chest and thigh to sting. He wants this blood that smears over his back as Kakashi folds over him to bite and lick the tense muscle of his shoulder.

He wants these desperate noises, these ragged gasps that spill from Kakashi's split lips and echo off the wall in front of him.

Gloved hands are moving over his body, lingering over the curves and scars and muscles that he knows Kakashi likes the most, with a steady touch that would feel affectionate, loving, if Genma didn't know what it really was - possession, pure and simple. Kakashi is claiming him, asserting with his hands and lips and teeth and cock: This body belongs to me.

At times like this, Genma thinks that maybe it should. Because no one has ever played him like this before. Other people have tried to talk or tease their way around his carefully guarded defenses before and he’d made sure they’d always remember the unpleasant results. But this…there is no saying no to this. There is only the yes fuck YES of his hard cock smearing clear, sticky fluid against the tabletop, and the more HARDER MORE of his asshole pulsing around Kakashi.

The beat of blood in his ears had at first drowned it out, but now he can hear it, he’s saying those things, almost like Kakashi is fucking the words out of him.

And that last one, that’s not a word, it’s a horrible animal sound as Kakashi digs in and stays there, throwing his long, lean body down against Genma’s back so that he can grind his pelvis against Genma’s ass. It’s like being cored, and the intensity stops his breath.

Just as shockingly, Kakashi pulls free and Genma feels vaguely like his guts are going to follow Kakashi’s dick right out, but Kakashi wedges his thigh against Genma’s ass as he pulls him back by the hips. Genma’s cock slides off the table and drops heavily into the soft, worn leather of Kakashi’s glove, and he works his hand slowly down to the base, fingers curling snugly around. Then, as he strokes back upward, the steely tip of one finger drags against Genma’s length.

It might as well be a knife slicing him open, just for a second, until it is obliterated by the sensation of Kakashi impaling him again, fully, in one brutal stroke.

“Mine.” Kakashi finally says it, a single, whispered syllable. He lets go of Genma’s cock and takes the fingers of his glove between his teeth, impatient, swearing with frustration as sweat causes the leather to cling.

Kakashi’s hot, bare hand returns to Genma’s cock; and they both moan as Kakashi strokes and squeezes the rigid flesh.

Naked fingers are the only admission of weakness Kakashi will give tonight, and Genma feels the tightness in his balls reach its uncoiling point.

Those fingers move with purpose; perfect speed, perfect pressure, and all Genma can do is gasp obscene encouragements each time they slow, each time they choke him off and deny him orgasm. Each time, Kakashi pulls back, almost pulls out, and the unfulfilled requirement hangs in the blood-heavy air between them.

Beg for it.

When Genma realizes what Kakashi is after, his first instinct is to refuse, to try to ride this out until Kakashi can't hold back any longer.

"Mfffuck-- ," Genma grunts through clenched teeth as a violent thrust slams his legs against the table, reawakening the pain in his flayed thigh. Kakashi twists his hand up the length of Genma's dick, and more pre-cum bubbles up and out, adding to the wetness that smears Kakashi's fingers.

Genma sucks a breath in at the realization that he wants to beg. Every invasion, every humiliation, every attack tonight has only served to heighten his arousal, every twinge and ache has added up to turn him into this shuddering, twitching, pulsing mass of hunger and desperation. He's been fighting himself almost as much as he's been fighting Kakashi--

That line of thought evaporates when Kakashi pinches his tip, hard, and grinds into him. Everything tightens, his hands and face go hot, and then numb... and again, Kakashi draws back, halting his tumble over the edge.

"Ahhh--- shit, Kakashi, I--- " Genma manages, and Kakashi answers with a long, slow thrust, another cruel pinch to the seeping tip of his cock. Genma swallows and knows he can't take any more of this.

Sensing that the danger has passed, Kakashi resumes his savage thrusts into Genma's body. A long moan tears out of Genma's throat and his hands slip on the fluid-smeared tabletop. Kakashi leans forward with him, driving his cock deep, his hot, calloused fingertips dropping down to massage Genma's aching, swollen balls.

Fire sparks from nerve to nerve, racing out along his limbs to gather back together in his center, building, building, and Kakashi's hand is on his cock again, and Oh fuck, that's it that's-- and if Kakashi stops now it might just kill him.

"Please," he whispers, the sound of pure need strained through swollen vocal chords. And Kakashi doesn't stop, but he slows, rocking into him instead of ramming, keeping Genma right there on the cusp, twitching and panting. He's waiting for more.

"Please, Kakashi, make me come," Genma groans, dropping his head forward, aroused as he knew he would be by saying those words. Kakashi growls behind him, and Genma feels that shaft splitting him in two harden impossibly as he gives up his last semblance of control. Kakashi circles his hips, and Genma feels like by now his insides must be bruised, but fuck, it feels good...

"Nnngh, Kakashi, please, I need to come--" That last word breaks on the way out, and Genma's jaw drops open in a wordless moan. Because now Kakashi is ramming into him, violent and savage and nearly tearing him open, and they can both hear every thrust of his cock in Genma's voice. Kakashi's hand is equally vicious on Genma's cock, fisting his sensitive head with short, harsh strokes.

But it's enough, especially with hearing Kakashi's own voice in his ear, feeling it, hot and rough and he can tell Kakashi has no idea what he sounds like right now. Because if he did, he'd know what Genma finally figured out: even though he may have begged, just now... Kakashi lost his control a long, long time ago.

A fractured gasp against the side of his neck, a driving thrust that slams him against the table again, and Genma is coming, pouring himself out over Kakashi's hand, his come spattering against slick wood to mix with his blood and sweat.

"Fff-fuck, Kakashh-- " Genma gasps out, his voice all over the register, his whole body wrenching with the force of his release.

And that does it for Kakashi, too. He slams Genma down again, knocking the breath out of him, and twists his gloved hand in Genma's hair, slides his come-covered hand to Genma's lower back to hold him still. Groaning harshly, his hips crash against Genma's ass, his cock jerks and jars sore flesh as his seed shoots out in forceful spurts, filling Genma with wet heat that his body can't hold in. One last thrust before Kakashi buries himself and stays there, and a trickle of it gushes out over Genma's balls and down his thigh. The weakening twitches of Genma's body around his cock wring the last of Kakashi's orgasm out of him, and he slumps, exhausted, over Genma's back.


Genma senses the gradual change in Kakashi, that aggressive killer bleeding out with the last of his semen to be replaced with someone a little more familiar; now that that's over with, they're just them again, sated and sore and a bit more beat up than usual. He thinks that might be a touch of concern in Kakashi's eyes when he looks over his shoulder at the man who is plastered against his back, but then Kakashi blinks, and it's gone.

"I didn't hurt him," Kakashi says quietly, and it takes Genma a moment to figure out who Kakashi is referring to. What they had just gone through kind of knocked the rest of the world out of his mind. Once he remembers, he sighs.

Kakashi bites him softly on the shoulder, and his hands roam over Genma's sides, drawing a shiver that shakes them both. Mine, he's still saying, mine, mine.

"You almost slit my throat," Genma says, but it feels more like a simple statement of fact than an accusation. And it is. Just as Kakashi is the only one who could do this to him, he's the only one who could do this to Kakashi - he understands that now. That's why, when Kakashi whispers, "I'd do it again," his grin comes back, teeth glinting white in the gloom.

Because he knows he'd do it again, too.


END
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And - for those of you who are reading ATG or The Lucky Ones - just for purposes of clarification, this Kakashi and Genma are not meant to be the Kakashi and Genma from those stories. ^_^