Blood On My Hands

They moved faster than the normal human eye could see – jumping from rock to rock and tree to tree, the backs of their cloaks lit by the crimson light of the fiery glow in the horizon. They moved in complete silence, a pair of predators fleeing the place of their kill, lest the rest of the flock turned on them.

Kakashi could feel the blood slick between the fingers of his gloves, feel it soaking through his splattered pale cloak all the way through his light armour and his shirt beneath. Decapitating a person was always so messy, but at the time he hadn’t had the opportunety to be more elegant about the way he had gone about it, what with the guards closing in on them. Genma, who was now silently running next to him, had taken care of most of those.

The mission had almost failed when it turned out that the intel they had was wrong, and even worse, that they had been expected. The battle was short and fierce, all participants abandoning any pretense of humanity and throwing themselves at each other like rabid animals, bloodthirsty and brutal and ruthless.

The target had tried to flee but Genma had managed to cut off his escape route, leaving Kakashi to lop the head off the terrified man. He hadn’t even had time to scream.

Afterwards, they had managed to get out of there by the skin of their teeth, fighting their out and setting the place ablaze with one last jutsu from Kakashi.

They were running now, as fast as they could, trying to put as much distance between themselves and any pursuers that might follow. It was unlikely, considering the carnage they left behind, but one could never know.

It was a full day and well into the Fire Country territory when they finally stopped, muscles aching and trembling, exhaustion finally settling in. They needed rest and they needed it now.

Setting a fire was out of the question, the smoke could give away their position, so they made do with dry and cold ration bars and a few sips of water from their canteens, then sent Kakashi’s ninken to keep watch of the perimeter and curled next to each other on the ground at the roots of a large tree.

Darkness had already settled in and the crescent moon was high in the sky, barely illuminating the small meadow where they had camped for the night. They were lying face to face, masks still on, pressed together for warmth from shoulder to hip. Neither of them could sleep, too tense, the adrenaline still rushing through their veins, the memory of blood and fire too vivid to allow for any sort of mental or physical rest.

Finally, Kakashi sighed inwardly and allowed his still bloodstained hand to creep up the younger man’s thigh hungrily, pausing for a moment before he reached his muscular buttock and squeezing it through the black uniform pants. The other man tensed for a moment, and then relaxed minutely, raising his hips into the touch with open invitation. This was all the permission Kakashi needed and he quickly tore off their masks, crushing their lips together so hard that their teeth clashed for a moment before they found their rhythm.

Genma apparently had no intention to play the blushing virgin and he stuck his tongue in Kakashi’s mouth, the slick muscles curling together, hands going to broad shoulders and wrapping around the older man’s muscular back, then moaned softly as his superior moved from his mouth to his neck, pulling at the turtleneck collar of the uniform to suck and kiss onto his throat, then sank his teeth in the place where neck and shoulder met.

The younger man keened softly at that, hips jerking against Kakashi, pressing his hardness closer to him, grabbing at his hair and pulling it roughly, then pressing him closer to his throat.

The silver-haired man kept playing with him for a few more moments, sucking at the soft spot behind his ear, then whispered hoarsely:

“Suck me.”

Genma shuddered at the commanding tone and looked up to him as he pulled up and leaned back against the tree. Pulling himself on his knees, he crawled up to the older jounin and made a quick work of his pants, pulling down his fly and taking his erection out.

He wrapped his hands around the thick, heavy length and rubbed it once between sinking his mouth on it as much as he could, neither of them having the patience or need for foreplay at the moment. This was about relief, not about romance.

Kakashi growled when his organ was surrounded by the warm wetness of Genma’s mouth and throat, then reached and fisted his still gloved, bloodstained hand in soft honey-blond tresses, guiding the bobbing head on his cock.

The younger man grabbed at his hips warningly, clutching hard enough to leave bruises and keep Kakashi from thrusting in his throat, running his tongue over the thick organ and tracing the pulsing veins, humming deep in his throat, wondering if he could make his superior lose it. As it was, he was already leaking bitter precome on his tongue.

Kakashi hissed warningly when Genma hummed again and sharply pulled at his hair, taking him off his cock and forcing him up on his legs.

He saw Genma’s teeth gleaming in a triumphant smile as he turned him around and pressed him face first against the tree, tugging at his pants and underwear until their were bunched around his knees. The blonde was clutching at the tree-bark, digging his nails in it as Kakashi stuck a pair of fingers in his mouth and then in his ass, preparing him roughly and hastily, just enough for neither of them to be hurt by what was to come.

Still, they both keened when Kakashi thrust in and paused for a brief moment for the both of them to adjust to the penetration. The older man’s warm breath puffed rapidly as he began to rock into his subordinate, ruffling the soft hairs at the nape of Genma’s neck.

He moaned each time the thick organ speared into his barely prepared entrance, the sharp sting of the stretching contrasting with the ecstasy of having his prostate stimulated, a combination so heady that his knees began to weaken and Kakashi had to grab his hips in order to keep him upright.

Neither of them could last long and they both knew it, so the older man reached around Genma and began to rub his cock in time with his thrusts, both rocking wildly against the tree, the rough bark scraping against the younger man’s cheek as he was jolted over and over.
Finally, Kakashi rubbed his thumb over the slit of his cock and he couldn’t help but come, whimpering the older man’s name, body convulsing around the organ impaling him and milking his own orgasm out of him.

Kakashi came and stifled his growl by biting onto the back of Genma’s neck, hips snapping wildly forward and pressing himself as deep as he could into the clutching heat of his ass, feeling his black glove getting soaked all over again with a wholly different fluid this time.

Too exhausted to keep on their feet afterwards, they slid down to the ground, Kakashi’s softening organ slipping out of Genma with a wet sound and a trail of pearly come, both panting and shivering with the aftershocks of their high.

It took them a few minutes to catch their breath and gather their bearings, then both got up and cleaned themselves as well as they could, not looking at each other or saying anything. They weren’t lovers and there was no need for gentle gestures or post-coital cuddling – mission fucking was simply a matter of necessity, of giving their minds enough peace so as to sleep normally through the night and head back to Konoha the next morning to report for their success. One more kill. Kakashi had long stopped counting them.