Worried

Title: Worried
Author: MoiyaHatake
Originally posted: April 16, 2008
Characters/Pairings: Minato, Kakashi, YonKaka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, BJ, sex

Summary: Kakashi is late coming home from a mission and Minato is worried that he might never come home.

Author's Notes: Originally written as a oneshot but was bullied by the YonKaka community on LiveJournal (it was more like begging *snorts*) to write a second part to fulfill the demand for smut. =^_^=


~*~ Worried Part 1 ~*~


“What are you doing here Minato?” Kakashi frowned, dropping his hand and tucking the kunai back into his pouch.

Minato ran a finger across the fine line under his chin, thankful he’d let Kakashi sense him sooner than later. Even if it had been a risk with possible enemy shinobi in the area. But they weren’t the danger, barely a concern to the experienced blond.

An injured genius brat on the other hand.....

“You're three days past your mission parameters.” Minato wiped the blood on his vest and followed the silver head through the dark.

“I’m not a genin and since when does the Hokage go looking for stray shinobi?”

“When my favorite shinobi is three days late and my instinct tells me something’s wrong. I couldn’t sleep.”

Kakashi grunted under the weight of a needy blond clinging to his back, “So drink some warm milk or something.”

“Three days Kakashi. You're better than that. And I know your hiding something. I can smell the blood.” Minato ran his hands over defined muscles, tugging at the vest and arm guards, searching for the source.

Kakashi grinned despite his annoyance, “Favorite?”

“Kakashi.” Minato growled, “Just tell me where it is so I can have a look.”

“Your hands are cold.” the grin turned into a smile.

“You're late because you got hurt. Damn it. I should have come after you sooner.” he shook his head and started sniffing.

Kakashi was out right laughing now and trying to push the blond head away, “Why are you sniffing me pervert?”

“I'm trying to find the wound idiot. Hold still.”

“So your sniffing me?”

“Because you’re a stubborn ass. I bet you would have come straight home and tried to treat yourself. Take off your vest.” Minato ordered, sitting back on his heels and waiting, albeit impatiently.

“You're cute when your frantic with worry but I'm...”

The moment Kakashi hit the ground Minato knew where the wound was and quickly pulled him into a sitting position, several straps already undone and the vest being tugged over the silver head of hair all while he cursed under his breath.

“Not the sh-shit!” Kakashi hissed, fingers digging into Minato’s bicep, “I said...not the shirt.” he growled.

Minato ignored the protest, pulling the rest of the sleeveless top up and off, “Stop being such a baby. If you’d told me where it was in the first place I could have been more gentle.”

“Gentle? Like the time you ripped duct tape off my mouth?”

“Again, your fault. No one told you to say yes to that challenge.” Minato smirked, apologizing with gentle strokes through short silver strands, “I hear a stream.”

“Planning to drown me now that you’ve ripped the skin off my back?”

“Are you pouting?”

“No.” He fidgeted with one of the scroll pouches on Minato’s vest while the crickets chirped and an owl hooted overhead. “I'm sulking.”

“I'm sorry.” Minato kissed the top of his head, “I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“That’s not why I'm sulking.”

“Oh?”

“For someone so worried you're awfully slow saying hi.”

So that was it.

The hand at the back of Kakashi's head tugged, forcing him to look up and although he gave his best glare, Minato thought he looked more like kicked puppy than angry shinobi.

It was a look worthy of a kiss.

A soft, gentle press of lips. Once, twice, again. More firmly. Eyelashes fluttering. Fingers drifting. Clenching. Tongues flicking. Licking. Nipping. Sucking. Panting. Foreheads pressing.

Minato pulled back, just enough to drink in the sight that was his lover. Dark silver eyelashes set against pale skin dusted lightly with the heat of their passionate kiss. And then Kakashi whimpered at the loss of contact, eyes closed, lips parted, slightly swollen and he was hard pressed not to lean back in and devour his stubborn young lover.

But Kakashi was hurt and clearly exhausted and he wanted nothing more than to ease the pain and take him home where they could properly reacquaint themselves.

Although his silver haired soul mate may enjoy hot passionate sex on the forest floor under a half moon, he personally preferred hot passionate love making in a warm bed with clean sheets and they weren’t getting any closer to home sitting here making out like hormonal teens.

“Now will you please let me look at your back?”

Kakashi reluctantly released his grip on Minato’s vest, his anchor, and let the man move away to gather the armor he’d been far to eager to toss aside. But he quickly decided it was worth the lack of warmth to watch the blond attempt a covert readjustment of his obvious arousal.

An arousal he was responsible for.

Kakashi smiled up at the hand being offered to him, much to Minato’s annoyance and suspicion, and let himself be pulled to his feet, “You know. We could settle your problem right here.”

Minato blushed but was already steering his predictable partner towards the stream, not giving him a chance to debate the pro’s and con’s of why they should have hot monkey sex against a tree or bent over a rock.

Honestly, where Kakashi got half the idea’s that popped into his head on a regular basis he didn’t know and he didn’t want to know. He’d decided a long time ago that it had something to do with the way his brain was wired that made him both a genius as well as a pervert.

“Find a spot and lay down.”

“I knew you’d see it my way.”

“On your stomach.”

“Doggy style. One of my favorite positions.”

Minato counted to ten, pulling a small worn bag from his pack and setting it on the ground next to the deviant. He shucked his vest and cut a piece of cloth from his shirt before kneeling, straddling Kakashi’s lower back and dipping the cloth into the stream.

“You weren’t wearing your vest when this happened. Why?”

“Actually, I was. The blade caught it just right and well, you can see the results.”

“Idiot. I can't believe you tried to hide this from me.”

“Idiot. Drink some warm milk next time and you wont have to worry about it.”

Minato fell silent. So silent Kakashi lifted his head, trying to see him over his shoulder. But all he could make out was blond hair shadowing blue eyes as he turned to pick something out of the first aid kit.

“You were really worried, weren’t you?”

“Three days. I couldn’t sleep.”

Kakashi rested his cheek on his arm and stared into the dark, listening to the spray of the painkilling antiseptic, the tearing of plastic, the cutting of bandages, tape. The stream. The owl. The crickets. And thinking. About Minato’s reaction. His worry. His teasing. His kisses.

He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts about the man he literally jumped when he felt soft warm lips against his shoulder, the base of his neck, the spot just above the fresh bandage, nibbling his earlobe, whispering, “I was worried.”

Kakashi closed his eyes, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“You're forgiven.” Minato sighed contentedly, “But I'm sure I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.”

He made his point by grinding his hips and drawing a deep moan from the man pinned beneath him.

Maybe hot passionate sex on the forest floor wasn’t a bad idea.


~*~ Worried Part 2 ~*~


Kakashi’s skin prickled under Minato’s watchful eyes. Fingers dancing, skimming, teasing, tracing invisible lines along his arms. Down his sides. Tripping over muscles that flexed and trembled beneath each gentle kiss.

Minato was tasting him, touching him, as if it were the first time.

His heart raced with the memories. The hours they spent exploring, whispering, savoring, loving each other so intensely they hardly left the bedroom for four days. An unexpected turn of events that started with an argument.

Ironically, Kakashi had been worried about Minato.

His eyes fluttered open then closed, everything he was about to say forgotten.

The fingers were tugging his black Anbu pants down to reveal sharp hip bones, the firm curve of his butt. The mouth, hot, moist and hungry following the landscape from one hip to the other in slow, attentive caresses. Nipping, sucking, licking.

He was panting and wriggling, face pressed into the damp moss, anything to detract from the intoxication that was Minato’s arousal. Damn his sense of smell and the way the man’s scent drove him insane.

And those hands.

Those hands that knew his body and all the places he loved to be caressed, pinched, rubbed, massaged, teased. They pulled and coaxed until he was on his side, one hand moving, gripping, then pressing into his lower back to hold him there.

Even now, with his lips nibbling every detail of his exposed hip, Minato was thinking and worrying , careful not to touch the wound or let him roll onto his back where he could watch him work. Watch that maddeningly attentive mouth continue it’s journey over bone and muscle to the much softer expanse of stomach.

Kakashi tucked one arm under his head like a pillow, the other sifting through blond locks, gently massaging, touching as much of Minato as he could reach while the man curled and crawled and snaked around his body. Marking his own path.

It was agonizingly slow, but he knew it would be well worth the patience to let his lover take his time.

Then the hand on his back was moving, sliding, teasing it’s way between his thighs, massaging it’s way up and back to cup one butt cheek firmly. Instinctively, his leg slid forward along the arm to rest close to Minato’s shoulder.

He hummed and shivered.

That deliciously sexy mouth was so very close to his own throbbing arousal he had to fight hard not to flex his hips.

Feeling the tension in the thigh against his arm, Minato shifted, just enough to gaze up with lusty blue eyes beneath lowered lashes. Holding Kakashi’s gaze even as he pressed his cold nose into flushed skin and snagged the edge of his pants with his teeth. Then slowly, seductively, he tugged and pulled them over the head of the weeping erection, exposing it to the cool night air.

Kakashi’s mouth fell open, too mesmerized by the sight to look away even though his body begged him to arch and thrust into the hot moist mouth.

Minato watched his lovers pupils dilate and slipped the tip of his tongue out between his lecherous lips until he could feel the hot pulsing head and taste the thick salty drop and feel the body beneath his hands tremble.

But that was all he allowed his Kashi-kun and he was back to marking the pale body with is mouth and lips and tongue and teeth. Leaving the sexy black Anbu pants around his lovers hips, pinning his erection to his quivering stomach.

Kakashi was panting so hard and fast his throat and mouth turned dry and stung from the cold air being forced from his lungs. It was making him slightly light headed and so very drunk on his own lust that he hadn’t noticed just how tight his fingers were clenched Minato’s hair until he heard a muffled complaint and pried himself free.

Draping his arm over his eyes, he tried to regain some sense of control. But the hand on his butt cheek moved again, hooking his knee and drawing it up, never letting Kakashi fall back like he desperately wanted to. Like Minato knew he would if given the chance. Pulling him down with him and losing himself in the moment.

And he knew Kakashi would lose himself enough to forget. Become mindless of the gash bisecting his shoulder blade and spine. And for a moment he had second thoughts about what they were doing. Out here in the middle of the forest, in the dark and the cold.

The cut wasn’t too deep. But the thought that it could have easily been worse, could have damaged Kakashi’s spine, even paralyzed him for life. Or worse. So very close as it was, he knew he should take him home and force him to be seen by a med-nin. Not be here doing....this.

“Why did you stop?”

Minato looked up from where he’d been thoughtlessly nuzzling Kakashi’s belly button, caught up in his thoughts and having serious doubts, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The hell we shouldn’t!”

“Your injured Kashi-kun.”

“So?”

Blond bangs tickled his overly sensitive skin, Minato pressing a light kiss to his stomach, “I don’t.....want to hurt you.”

But Kakashi knew there was something more. Something his lover refused to say. It was in the tone of his voice, his words, especially the unspoken ones, and it was in his touch, the gentle press of his lips.

So he gently combed his fingers through blond strands, apologizing and comforting and urging Minato give him something more. More words, more touches. Anything to explain the uncertainty and worry.

“When you didn’t come back....I had a dream.”

“About me?”

Minato rubbed his hand up and down Kakashi’s thigh, nuzzling the soft line of silver hairs as he considered his words, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Wait. You’ve been awake the last three days because of a bad dream?” At this revelation he tugged those blond strands, forcing blue eyes to look up at him, “Minato...”

“You died. In the dream you died and it felt so real I couldn’t push it out of my head. And then you didn’t come home and one day turned into three.”

“But I'm not...I didn’t die.” Kakashi sighed, finally understanding. Minato leaving the village to come after him, treating him like something fragile when he smelled the blood, nearly panicked in his attempts to find the source, far too quiet while bandaging his wound.

“If that blade had cut a little deeper....” Minato swallowed hard, trying to ease the tightness in his throat, “Please. Just this once. Don’t be so stubborn and let me take you to see a med-nin. Let them heal you. You don’t have to stay, just...”

Kakashi nudged, pushing him with his raised leg until Minato relented and fell back, eyes closed because he knew his stubborn partner wouldn’t listen no matter how much he begged and it was too much to look at him when he felt like crying. Too tired to be angry. Too aroused to say no. To refuse.

So Kakashi rolled and shifted and scooted until he was straddling Minato’s hips, ignoring the sharp pain of his back, not bothering to readjust his pants to cover his persistent arousal. He took in the man beneath him, letting his eyes roam over pouty lips, blond lashes hiding what he knew were sad blue eyes, strands of hair plastered to a slightly sweaty brow.

He smiled fondly and leaned forward on his hands to brush his lips over flushed cheeks, kissing them lightly, letting his breath puff out over the heated flesh of his lovers mouth, still swollen from their slow journey across his own body. Just the thought of where those lips had been recently made his heart leap into his throat.

So he licked them.

Testing to see if he could taste himself, lingering, mixing with Minato’s sweet flavor.

And the hands came back.

Hesitantly squeezing his thighs. Rubbing them. Then moving. Up over his hips still exposed to the evening chill. The contrast of hot and cold against his skin made him shiver and press his teasing tongue between parted lips. Coaxing that deliciously sexy mouth open. Sweeping slowly over the slick muscle, the rough surface, the moist walls.

Oxygen forced them apart, panting and needy, Kakashi pressing his forehead to Minato’s, “I'll go. For you I'll go. But not until you finish what you started.”

Minato sat up so suddenly Kakashi sucked in a startled breath, staring into fiery blue eyes that promised passion and heat and lust and he knew right then he could have anything he wanted. All he had to do was ask because Minato loved him that much. The evidence was falling smoothly down one cheek.

Kakashi caught it before it fell.

Savoring the saltiness on his tongue and letting himself be pulled up onto his knees by strong demanding hands that slipped beneath the tight pants, forcing them down as far as they could until he had to lift one leg and then the other. Awkwardly shifting so Minato could help him remove his shin guards and sandals and then the pants were gone and the cool air was everywhere his lover wasn’t.

Kakashi grabbed the hem of Minato's shirt and tugged, bringing it up and over the blond head in one fluid movement that forced arms in the air and exposed strong sinewy muscles that flexed and stretched and slid beneath soft pink skin.

Hot hungry lips pulled his own into another searing kiss. Wanting. Needing. Taking everything he had. His desire. His heart. His soul. His breath. Kakashi reluctantly pressed his hand against Minato’s chest, right over his heart and pushed, the lips clinging till the last possibly moment before breaking away, swollen and red and so perfect he wanted to follow them and taste them again.

And he would.

But not until he had his fill of everything else.

So he forced himself back, one hand holding him up, the other tracing lines and muscles and ribs, fingertips tickling and teasing and stroking until they reached their destination, unbuckling, unzipping and tugging.

Minato lifted his hips and his head.

To watch. To feel. To imprint this into his memory for all eternity.

His eyes flicked from Kakashi’s intense gaze to the curved ass pushed up so seductively and back just in time to see a pink tongue gliding flat and wet up the length of his erection, making it throb and twitch and tearing a deep growl from the back of his throat while trying to keep his head up and eyes open so he wouldn’t miss the most erotic scene ever presented to him.

A task he found impossible when the tip of his cock was being sucked on so fervently he saw fireworks flashing against the back of his eyelids.

But it wasn’t enough. This dry orgasm that felt restrained and forbidden to him. So when he’d come back to himself enough to figure out that it was Kakashi’s pinching fingers that had stopped his complete release he wanted to find the nearest boulder and bend his copy-nin over it and make him howl.

Kakashi smiled proudly and proceeded to crawl towards those dangerous eyes, ignoring the silent threats he knew were sitting behind clenched teeth. Taking his time, just as Minato had, to suckle passionately flushed skin, nip and tug at hardened nipples, kiss and lick a path right up to the throbbing pulse.

The sighs and mewls and gasps and moans were enough to make his angry erection leak uncontrollably and he knew he wouldn’t last long, but he doubted Minato would either, so he positioned himself over his blond lover, holding him firmly and rubbing the swollen head back and forth, spreading his pre-cum and preparing himself for a hard, fast ride.

Then Minato cursed something he couldn’t quite hear over the rushing of his own heart beat, so lost in his own arousal he was momentarily stunned when desperate hands grabbed his wrists, jerking them away from their task, leaving him unable to do anything more than whimper and wiggle his hips, searching for what he was being denied.

Minato loved Kakashi in this pre-orgasmic state.

It was the only time the shinobi was completely vulnerable.

So he savored it. With his eyes and nose and mouth and skin. The glazed look behind heavy lids, the quivering muscles beneath petal soft skin, the sweet tangy scent that was Hatake Kakashi. His friend. His lover. His soul mate.

Whispering sweet nothings against a pale pink cheek that welcomed the comfort and leaned into the touch, Minato slid one hand back to cup that firm ass, the other wrapping around the base of his erection, tight and unyielding as he pushed agonizingly slow past the clenching ring of muscle. He quickly swallowing the cry of pleasure before it could escape into the night. Sucking it into him. Keeping it for himself. Fighting back his own release while forcing back his lovers until they were both shaking with the effort.

Pushing a little more.

Stopping.

Sucking in a breath.

Letting Kakashi fill his own lungs.

Oh how he wanted to slam himself down and take Minato into him all in one orgasmic rush but the man obviously had other plans because he felt him pulling back until he was pressing against his stretched entrance and smearing his essence as if he hadn’t already penetrated him once.

Then he was pressing, pushing, sliding in just a little further than he had the first time and Kakashi attempted to force him the rest of the way but somehow his legs had wrapped around Minato’s waist and he had no leverage, no way of demanding or taking what he wanted, what he needed. Even the hand holding him almost painfully tight wouldn’t relent so he wrapped his arms around tense shoulders and bit into flesh and let himself be tortured.

Reduced to incoherent begging, Kakashi dug his blunt nails into Minato’s back, feeling no where near apologetic for the marks he was sure would scab over and bruise because they couldn’t be nearly as painful as his clenching need to be filled only to have Minato pull back again and press back in languidly.

As if they weren’t both teetering on the edge of insanity.

He cried out when he finally felt that tingle, the brush of Minato’s swollen head against his prostate, only a teasing sensation before it was being pulled away again and he was forced to bite down hard, leaving a second more vivid set of teeth marks which he licked and kissed and murmured apologies.

Minato’s vision blurred and closed in on itself, squeezing his eyes shut tight against the growing wave. Mumbling his own apologies through broken sobs and releasing Kakashi’s erection so he could wrap his arms around him. Holding him tight against his chest. Against his heart. His soul. His everything.

Burying his face in his neck, he pushed in slowly then withdrew and pushed in again a little faster and pulled back and pushed back in more aggressively, hitting that sweet, wonderful, spine jolting spot deep inside Kakashi with every thrust of his hips until he felt the man in his arms tremble and clench and spasm around him. The intensity sucking Minato in deeper than he’d ever felt as he exploded and cried out and shook, feeling the heat of his orgasm fill his lover so completely.

With the exception of the cold night air cooling their bodies a little too rapidly in their post-union bliss and sending uncontrolled shivers through his already aching muscles, Minato had to admit, hot passionate sex on the forest floor was definitely not a bad idea.