Serendipity

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The sun was high on a cloudless sky, its rays gently warmed his skin, peaking behind the tree leafs. It was a perfect summer day. Birds were singing, the air was filled with a faint scent of flowers and recently cut grass. The serenity was disturbed only by constant yells of 'kuso' and 'dattebayo'. Kakashi sighed and let his Icha Icha Tactics fall to his lap. Naruto and Tenzou had been practising for hours now, Naruto was probably getting tired and frustrated. I really should learn to call him Yamato Kakashi scolded himself. It was hard. He had known the man for so many years by the name Tenzou. He knew Tenzou, hn, Yamato, as well as an ANBU could know another ANBU. They had been in the same squad and one sunny (or was it cloudy) day Kakashi had realized how attractive the younger man was.

Kakashi put the book into his pocket. The bark of the tree felt rough against his back as he slid down from the branch. Te-... Yamato looked fatigued, he had spent too much chakra creating Naruto his training devices and keeping the kyuubi under control. Kakashi let his eyes coast down Yamato's back. The jounin was hunkering down and his pants tightened showing clearly the curves of his well formed butt. The training technique Kakashi had invented for Naruto had been the perfect excuse for him to ask Yamato to stay in Konoha for a while longer. All he needed was time to come up with a way to express his feelings for the jounin. No, that didn't sound right. He wasn't about to confess anything, he was just hoping to ask the man out.

Series of loud blobs filled the air as Naruto's bunshins vanished and the boy fell to the ground. Yamato stood shakily up and walked to check on the boy.

"Everything all right?" Kakashi sang out.

"Yeah. He's just hungry again." Yamato answered.

"Yo, Naruto, I'll treat you ramen at Ichiraku's." The boy rose up immidiately and smiled at Kakashi, holding his hand over his stomach.

"You can go ahead." Kakashi added.

"Thank you, Kakashi-sensei." Naruto laughed and, astonishingly enough, ran towards the village.

When the blond head vanished from sight Kakashi turned to face Yamato.

"He's making progress."

"Yes he is." Yamato answered smiling tiredly.

"You should come and eat with us." Kakashi asked in passing.

“Yeah, why not.” Yamato nodded.

Ok, that went well. But it's not much of a date with Naruto. As they walked towards the village Kakashi was becoming ready to make his move. He had thought about it, a lot. He knew he had an astonishing smile and he was quite handsome, but it was all wasted hidden behind his mask. He had thought about pulling the mask down and flashing his beautiful smile at Yamato, but it would be too weird. In the worst case he would scare the jounin away. He couldn't just plainly ask the man out either because, no matter how well Kakashi thought he knew the man, he wasn't sure if Yamato swung that way.

Despite the reputation of a pervert he had earned mainly because of his choice of literature, Kakashi wasn't really a philander. The truth was, he'd had only a few relationships in the past and none of them had been ended by him. It wasn't easy to maintain a functional relationship and be an ANBU on call. Besides, he wasn't interested in sex without feelings. Anyone who read Jiraya's Icha Icha series knew they were as much about emotions and drama as they were about sex.

Maybe there was something useful on those books... I could always use the 'Get Uke Drunk and Fuck Him Silly' tactic. But would it be a good starting point for a lasting relation? Kakashi doubted it. He wanted to know Yamato in a deeper way. He wanted to hold him in his arms on chilly autumn nights. And now when he wasn't an ANBU any more his missions weren't as demanding as they used to be and he would have the time to built something lasting with a person he liked. It'd be perfect.

“You're awfully quiet. What are you thinking senpai?”

The Ichiraku Ramen came to view from behind a taller building. Naruto's black and orange outfit stood out from the rest customers.

“Nothing important.” Kakashi smirked and scratched the back of his head. “Say Yamato, want to have a drink with me after eating?”

A nervous laugh escaped Kakashi as his own words caught him. What if he says no? What if he thinks I'm a weird, perverted, old man who just lusts after his former koohai? Kakashi could feel Yamato's inspecting gaze on his face.

“Yeah, sure, I could use a drink after today's training.”

Kakashi let out a long sigh.

“Is everything all right, Kakashi-senpai?” Yamato asked worriedly. “You seem a little, I don't know, distracted and... well, flushed. You might be catching a cold or something.”

“No, I'm sure it's nothing.” Kakashi waved his hand in front of his face.

Is it so obvious? I really should be more careful.

“Kakashi-sensei, Yamato-sensei! You're slow!” Naruto spun around on his stool. “Hurry up, I'm hungry!”


It took some time before all the three had finished their servings, especially since Naruto had emptied nearly ten bowls of ramen before he was satisfied. Fortunately the boy was exhausted enough to only thank Kakashi before taking his leave. It'd be awkward to forbid him joining them if he'd asked if he could come along.

The small bar was furnished with solid wood tables and benches, few, sad-looking, old hangings dangled on the walls. The space was dimly lit with rusty oil lamps hanging low over the tables. There were only a couple of other clients, probably regulars, sitting on the bar desk, bickering about gardening. Kakashi took the lead and walked to a table in the furthest and darkest corner, and asked the bartender to bring a bottle of sake and two cups.

“I was thinking more about a beer than sake, you know, I wasn't planning on getting drunk.” Yamato said and sat down.

“Oh, I can cancel the order and we can have just beers, if you like.” Kakashi offered and was about to stand up.

“No, it's okay. It's been a long time since I drank sake, and it's certainly a long time since I had a chance to do it with you.” Yamato smirked wickedly.

“Yeah. I'm sorry I dragged you to Ichiraku's. I know you don't like ramen.”

“Nah, I don't mind. Sometimes ramen is okay, and besides, Naruto loves ramen. Seeing him so happy made me happy as well.”

Soon they were sitting with a second bottle of sake, remembering old stories and laughing loudly. Both of them were enjoying each other's company like years ago, a few days after a difficult mission. The atmosphere was so good and relaxed that Kakashi had completely forgotten why he'd wanted to be alone with the ANBU.

“It surely has been a long time, too long.” The copy-nin raised his sake cup to Yamato and emptied it with one gulp.

“Kakashi-senpai, can I ask you something? It's quite personal, so feel free to decline answering, or hit me, or whatever.” Yamato slurred slightly.

Kakashi, who was usually very private about his personal life eased himself leaning backwards.

“Ask away.” He said, thinking what the question would be and sipping his sake when no one looked.

“Are you gay?”

Kakashi inhaled the sake nearly choking on it, he swallowed the storm of coughs trying to act cool and unaffected by Yamato's question. Ok, now, say something smart...

“Maybe.” Kakashi answered smirking.

“Uh-huh, and would that be maybe as 'yes' or maybe as 'I don't know'?”

There was no escape here. Kakashi laughed nervously scratching his spiky, grey hair.

“You don't have to answer, I was just wondering. People gossip, you know?” Yamato emptied his sake cup. “And I just thought, maybe you asked me here to get me drunk and seduce me.”

“He, he. No way! I would never do something as low as that!” Kakashi laughed a bit too loudly and motioned for the bartender to bring a new bottle.

Behind his mask and hitai-ate Kakashi was blushing. He saw right through me. Now all my chances are blown!

“No, you wouldn't.” Yamato sighed giving up.

“Do you really think I'm an old geezer who's after younger men?” Kakashi tried to act hurt.

“No, of course not! And you're not old. You're only few years older than me. It's just that, we've known each other for... how many years? And I know nothing about you.”

Yamato's face was lightly flushed. He looked even more attractive in his drunken haze. Kakashi felt quite sober, he'd always been able to hold his liqueur well and usually was the most sober of his table company.

“Isn't that normal, shinobis seldom share their private life with others. I don't know anything about you either.” OK, maybe this isn't such a bad turn. Now I might learn something interesting about him.

“That's true. So maybe I was wrong to ask you.” Yamato stared at the table.

Kakashi could sense he was contemplating on leaving. Maybe I should give a little to get a little... or get a lot!

“It's okay. And my answer would be the former.”

“Eh? The former?” Yamato had clearly forgotten what he'd asked only minutes ago. His brows pulled together as he went through their conversation in his head. Then his face brightened up and he looked at Kakashi's visible eye. “Oh, so you are?”

Kakashi didn't feel the need to answer again, instead he looked at the younger man and asked “What about you?”

“Uh, me?”

“It's only fair that you tell me your orientation after I've revealed mine.”

“Well, yeah, but...” Yamato hesitated “All right, I like mainly women, but I don't dislike men either.”

“Oh, so you're bi, I see.” Yes! Score! He's not straight!

Yamato kept averting Kakashi's eye and turned his gaze on the sake bottle.

“So, you've never thought about me in that way.” His cheeks turned redder than the normal alcohol induced flush.

Kakashi didn't fail to notice it. Could it be... he hoped I had an ulterior motive? The thought it could be easy had never crossed Kakashi's mind. He'd prepared he would have to seduce and persuade a possibly straight man to go out with him, to fall for him. This changed everything. Yamato was interested in him!

“I never said that.” Was Kakashi's brief answer.

“But you said” Yamato started.

“I said I'd never do something as low as lure you here, get you drunk and fuck you silly.” Oh god! I didn't say that. Say I didn't say that!

“Hn, that wasn't exactly what you said...” Yamato looked up and smirked “But I get your point.”

Crap! He knows, he knows, he knows. He knows that I thought that he'd thought that I was thinking of doing that. It's the same as I'd just said that's exactly what I was planning to do. A little slip and Kakashi had revealed he had deliberated the option. And the fact, that they were at a bar, getting drunk only backed Yamato's suspicions up. After all, a ninja should always see beneath the beneath.

“I didn't mean that. Or I did, that is, it wasn't my plan. I never wanted to get you drunk and fuck you... No, I don't mean that either. Of course I want to fuck you, but... I- I mean I, well... I'm going to shut up now.” Shit!

Kakashi was biting his lower lip nervously trying to think his way out of the mess. He riveted his eyes on a knot on the table. Yamato's relaxed laughter made Kakashi look up. The ANBU was holding his stomach with his hands and tears were coming from his eyes. Kakashi eased as he watched the younger man trying to catch his breath.

“I'm glad.” Yamato said after calming down.

He smiled at Kakashi gently and winked his eye before drinking last of his sake.

“It's getting late.” Kakashi said. “I should walk you home.” He stood up.

“Kakashi, I'm not a woman. I can very well take care of myself.” Yamato started for the door. His steps were unsteady and slow.

Kakashi paid the bartender and went after the stumbling jounin. They walked together for a block or two before Yamato spoke.

“I mean it Kakashi, I don't need an escort. You really don't have to do this.”

“Oh, I think I really do. You barely know where you're going.” Kakashi held tighter on Yamato's arm to stop him tumbling. “Don't worry, I won't take an advantage of your weakened state.”

“I'm not worried about you... It's not like you could force me even if you tried, copy-nin.” Yamato teased.

“If you say so.”

“But s-seriously, you should go home and leave me. I can take care of myself and I don't want...” Yamato's voice trailed away.

“What ever it is, you cannot induce me to leave you alone. You should know me by now, I don't leave my friends.” Kakashi wound his hand around Yamato's waist.

It took twice the normal time for them to get to Yamato's apartment. The jounin had difficulty first finding his key and then to fit it in the lock. Kakashi offered his help but the younger man was determined to manage on his own. As the door opened Yamato stepped in and kicked his shoes off.

“I'd better get going.” Kakashi said and stepped backwards.

Yamato tossed his green vest in the corner with his head protector. His hips swung seductively from side to side as he walked back to the door. Suddenly he grabbed Kakashi's vest and pulled the grey haired jounin inside the apartment.

“Yamato, I don't think we should” was all Kakashi managed to say as Yamato pulled his mask down and a pair of hungry lips pressed against his own.

They were wet and soft, eagerly nibbling on Kakashi's lower lip. A demanding tongue pushed against Kakashi's teeth probing for access. He was pushed his back against a wall, busy hands opened his vest's zipper and pulled his black shirt upwards, seeking for skin. Somewhere behind his drunkenness and growing need Kakashi's conscience yelled in a small but angry voice, kicking him mentally to do the right thing. His libido was putting up a good fight urging him to just go with it, answer Yamato's greedy kisses and give the ANBU what he obviously needed.

“Wait... Just wait a second.” Kakashi breathed and pushed the panting man gently but firmly away. “I'm not going to do this. I meant what I said before, I'm not the kind of person who gets people drunk and takes advantage of them.”

Yamato smiled wickedly. He guided Kakashi's hands from his shoulders to his hips and stepped near the older jounin. He placed a soft kiss on Kakashi's collarbone, or on the thin fabric covering it.

“Well, you see” another kiss this time a bit higher “I tried to tell you” a soft bite on the base of Kakashi's neck “I am” a kiss a bit higher “that kind of person.” A nibble on his jugular “I get really” Yamato's teeth gripped the thin fabric and pulled it lower “really” his breath felt hot on Kakashi's bared neck “really” Kakashi's breathing grew shallow as Yamato sucked the tender skin under his jawline. “Horny” The copy-nin felt a definite jolt in his pants. “When I drink sake.” The ANBU whispered the last words on Kakashi's ear nibbling on his earlobe, playing with it with his tongue.

“I don't think we should...” Kakashi tried, but became quiet as Yamato's hand slunk inside his pants and met his growing erection.

“Stop acting chivalrous and hold me.” The brown haired jounin cooed trailing Kakashi's jawline with soft pecks and tossing off his clothes.

The warm skin against his own felt more sensual and pleasurable than the grey haired jounin had remembered, his body yearned to be touched. The ever growing hardness in his pants was getting him excited. Unthinking his hips began swaying, following the rhythm of Yamato's strokes. If I don't stop this now it'll be too late. And too late it was, for the ANBU had knelt down pulling Kakashi's pants to the floor. The first touch of air felt cold on the wet tip of his manhood. It jolted in the promise of the warmth of Yamato's breath sweeping it teasingly.

The sharingan user closed his eyes, his breathing heavy with anticipation. His hands pressed into fists on his sides as he fought the urge to grip Yamato's hair, pull his head down on his cock and bury it deep into the man's throat. Kakashi's head pressed tightly against the wall, he barely managed to hold his voice when the incredibly soft and hot tongue encircled the head of his erection, trailing the slit on it, tasting his precum. Teasingly slow the hot cavern swallowed Kakashi's shaft before popping it out and swallowing it in again.

“Ah, fuck...” Kakashi's voice came as a low, throaty growl.

Yamato chuckled softly. His hand was holding the base of Kakashi's length and sliding up and down in conjunction with his mouth. The steady rhythm the ANBU sucked Kakashi's pulsating hardness was speeding him on the highway to bliss. It was so warm and dripping wet with saliva and precum. His hips thrust forwards, moving them with Yamato's head. The brown haired jounin picked up his pace, his tongue pressing firmly on the underside of Kakashi's rigid member. The scarecrow could hear the familiar humming in his ears, feel the pressure building in his pelvis, in his loins.

Gathering all his will, the copy-nin bit his lower lip, opened his eyes and pushed Yamato's head gently away. His knees were weak as he slumped on the floor with his slightly staggered friend. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss, Kakashi trying to catch his breath and stop his hands wandering to his groin to finish the job. Yamato leaned backwards staring at Kakashi's only visible eye, his lips curled to a cryptic smile. Strong hands pushed Kakashi's back against the wall, and before the sharingan user knew it Yamato sat on his lap straddling him. His right hand was bent behind his back his fingers playing with his hole, his left hand pressing on Kakashi's chest keeping him from moving. The older jounin felt like exploding. His teased cock was twitching and weeping for its release. The eye-candy the brown haired man was treating him didn't help much either.

Despite the heavy pressure on his chest Kakashi reached for the younger man. His tanned skin shivered under his touch, his nipples hardened into tight pebbles. First taking their time touring on Yamato's chest and abdomen his hands reached their target.

“Ah, yes...” Yamato moaned softly and rocked his hips.

Kakashi's hand stroke in quickening pace Yamato's erection while his other hand circled behind the man to squeeze his buttock spreading his opening wider. His fingers crept closer, feeling the ANBU's slippery fingers thrusting into the tight passage. The pressure in his pelvis was nearly painful, salty precum was oozing from the tip of his rock hard erection. Part of him was happy for the lack of attention, for he was sure he would come all too soon. But the teasing was coming unbearable. The expression on Yamato's face told the younger man wasn't far from his completion either. Kakashi's dark eye was fixed on the brunette's open lips that still glistened with saliva.

With a swift movement Yamato took Kakashi's arms with both hands and pinned them to the floor. Moving his hips he managed to position himself above Kakashi's throbbing hardness. With great difficulty the copy-nin managed to keep his eye open, fixed on the beautifully flushed face of the younger man as he slowly lowered himself. Kakashi couldn't believe it was really happening. Inch by inch the hot tightness closed around his manhood.

“Ahh!” A whimper of pleasure escaped his lips as the velvety cave suddenly swallowed him whole.

Breathing uneven Kakashi looked up to see Yamato biting his lip. Obviously in his drunken state he couldn't control his movements completely and now his leg had slipped. Trying to move as little as possible Kakashi wound his fingers around Yamato's length stroking it slow and gentle, gradually pressing more and picking up his pace. His need urged him to move, the pressure tightening and relaxing around his rigid flesh with every stroke. Yamato was panting. His hips made tormenting, exiguous movements keeping Kakashi's pleasure just out of reach.

The older jounin couldn't control his hunger any longer. He gripped the ANBU's hips lifting him up few inches his hips dutifully following along. The moment he got enough room to move his loins Kakashi pulled halfway out from the younger man only to slam right back in. The walls of Yamato's passage clenched sucking the copy-nin deeper with each thrust.

“Oh, god! Yes! Give it to me!” Yamato moaned loudly.

Kakashi was glad to comply. He moved the ANBU up and down with his ever quicker and harder thrusts. He rammed into the brunette with all his lust. The sweet cavern was milking his shaft, pushing his towards the heavenly edge. Somewhere in the border of his quieted reason Kakashi noticed that Yamato had stopped moving and was holding his breath. Sticky, warm fluid spilled onto his stomach, but Kakashi was too far to really realise any of it. The orgasm game like a violent spring storm washing everything out of its way. It shook the jounin's body like a seizure as he poured his essence deep into the younger man.


So this is it, Kakashi thought while gathering his clothes from the floor. We had sex... just casual, unfeeling sex. It wasn't really true; Kakashi had felt quite a lot as he'd connected with Yamato. How on earth could I ask him out after what we just did? It wouldn't feel natural... now that he's satisfied he doesn't want anything to do with me. Not as anything else than a friend, that is. He lifted his boxers up, turned them around and around trying to figure which way they were.

“Um, Yamato-san.” Kakashi heard himself say.

“Yeah?” The brunette answered.

“Would you go out with me? Tomorrow, for dinner?” The words just snuck out. Kakashi was already mentally beating himself when Yamato responded.

“Okay, but I don't feel like drinking any more, so no sake-bar tomorrow, all right?”

“Sure. No sake-bar.” Kakashi pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the collar cover half of his smiling face.