LoveLustFearFuck

Title: LoveLustFearFuck by MoiyaHatake
Characters/Pairings: Minato, Kakashi, YonKaka
Warnings: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kakashi is late and Minato is pissed.

Author's Notes: Pre-read and approved and drooled on by a very dear friend who gave two thumbs up.

A quickie, typed, all in one fluid rush of inspiration and hardly any typo's!! *at least I hope there aren't any* Can you tell I'm pleased as peaches that have been sucked on by petal pink lips belonging to two very sexy men who we all happen to worship or why the hell would we be here?

Update: Written for the YonKaka community on LiveJournal. Very very minor edits made. Exchanging 'he' for 'Minato' and 'kami' for 'fuck', etc.

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"Where the hell have you been?" Minato glares at the young Anbu sneaking in through the window. Ready to shove back from his desk and charge over in his frustration...and worry.

The white mask tips sideways, just a bit, enough to let the blond know he's thinking of a sarcastic remark while watching him from across the room. Stepping down, one foot, then the other, he leaves a muddy trail over the couch and onto the carpet before stopping in front of the Hokage, holding out an equally filthy scroll, "Mission completed."

Minato stands up, practically shaking with rage, snatching the scroll away and tossing it over his shoulder. He's that pissed. "Where. Have. You. Been. Kakashi."

It's meant to be a question but he's so angry. Anger replacing the previous emotion that had him chewing his bottom lip until it bled and pacing a new path into the old thinning carpet. The recently turned 18 year old is grinning under the mask. He just knows it.

Kakashi reacts, but a second too slow, and strong hands have his shoulders pinned flat against the door.

The Anbu just on the other side very nearly burst through the door at the sudden noise.

The mask skids across the floor. There is a muffled moan that fills the room. The soft sound of shifting cloth. An occasional gasp. Minato wrestles the black material down over soft, pale hips. Kakashi is playfully trying to hinder his progress. He grabs the younger mans erection and puts an end to it instantly, capturing petal soft lips and sucking hard while simultaneously stroking hot silky skin.

The Anbu fidget slightly when another loud thud is heard but keep their post.

Kakashi's hair sticks to his face from the sheen of sweat, his face pressing painfully against the hard wooden door. He has to place both hands on the frame to keep himself steady, rooted, in control, when he hears the familiar sound of a zipper and rustling cloth. A low hiss escapes his lips when he's probed rather roughly with cool wet fingers. An arousing contrast to the hot breath in his ear, "I thought...you had me...I missed you."

The hand in his hair is all the apology Minato needs as he thrusts up fast and hard, flexing fingers moving to slender hips. Digging, squeezing, clinging, curled around bone and muscle.

Kakashi wants to pump himself but he doesn't dare move his hands keeping him from being smashed into the wood and he wants the leverage to press back, to take as much as he can because Fuck he missed this and Minato doing this and Thank Kami for the washed out bridge because this was exactly what he needed.

Minato sees silver and white and clenching fingers and sweat and the beautiful lines and pale curve of Kakashi's ass as he watches himself disappear, slamming into his lover until he feels that familiar tingle and hears the perfect noise that Kakashi makes for him when he finds that sweet spot deep within.

He purposefully slows his rhythm a few strokes before slamming hard and slowing again and slamming hard and Kakashi whimpers and clenches and he sees an explosion of light and white hot flashes that make his balls tighten.

It's been so long and Minato's missed him so much and worried in that painful, cry himself to sleep way. His orgasm comes hard and long, so strong he falls to his knees before it's completed, slipping from the hot confining muscles and pulling his lover down with him.

Kakashi lands with an 'oomf' on top of Minato. All legs and arms and pants around his knees. A nice warm gooey feeling oozing out of his ass and he can't think of anywhere he'd rather be right then than wrapped up in strong arms, still quivering from the residual orgasm.

Minato pants, breath hitting the wet hairs at the back of Kakashi's neck before the heavy head falls next to his own and he rolls them onto their sides, "Did you cum?"

There was a long moment in which the silver haired Anbu shivers and sighs and catches his breath and reigns in the floaty thoughts drifting away, "Yeah. All over your door." He laughs because he's that exhausted and completely sated and warm. From the tip of his toes to his flushed cheeks warm. Hands closing over his lovers when the kisses start behind his ear, following his jaw until his breath is sucked away by tongue and lips and so much emotion he feels as if his heart would burst.

It's only when he reaches for the equally sweaty face, deep penetrating blue eyes still hazed over with lust, that he realizes he's still wearing his armor. But it doesn't matter because Minato's sliding down his body, tugging it all away so they can start all over again.