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The scene you should picture is this:
On Might Gai’s table, boldly and in pride of place with a little sparkly ribbon attached to it, lay something that resembled at first glance a flashlight. It was not a flashlight. It was tastefully pink, shading a bit towards red in certain places, with soft pliable silicone in a shape one might delicately describe as conch shell-like. It was hollow. It was warm to the touch.
Kakashi knew this because he had put it there, a couple hours ago, after breaking into Guy’s house and also helping himself to the juice in the fridge while he was there anyway. There was no note left. The gift had plausible deniability, so that both of them could pretend like they had no idea about where it came from or where it was going. Although it would be insane if Gai didn’t know where it came from, after the memorable conversation they’d had at the bar not very long ago.
It had gone something like this:
“Kakashi!! That’s an ungentlemanly thing to ask a man in front of ladies!”
The rest of the jonin at the table in the bar were leaning away from Gai, cringing. This wasn’t exactly unheard of, Gai gave lots of people lots of reasons to cringe, but in this case it came from the volume he was proclaiming at, as much as the words themselves.
“Ladies,” Anko scoffed into her beer.
Kakashi, leaning against the post next to the table, had flipped idly between illustrations in the light novel he’d picked up that day. “I don’t think you even know what I’m talking about,” he needled.
“I know plenty of things worth knowing!” Gai retorted, “Don’t think I’m unworldly just because I don’t indulge in a crutch for less passionate men! I simply say that youthful vigor needs no assistance to reach a brilliant crescendo!”
His voice certainly reached a crescendo. Also, the redness in his cheeks.
“Mmmmm just tell us you're an amateur at jerking off,” Kakashi said.
Asuma stood up. “Okay, I’m out.”
That seemed to be the breaking point the rest of the table was waiting for. Several of the others stood up too, with various expressions of exasperation and embarrassment. “Us too.”
Kurenai shook her head as she pushed back her chair. “Same here. I’m not sitting through another one of your dick measuring contests, boys.”
“Yeah, later guys.”
Gai waved them all off cheerfully, and then immediately whirled back to Kakashi, jabbing his finger at the man with every bit of hot air in his pompous personality. “That perverted nonsense is just holding you back! If you want to have sex, just have sex!”
A new wave of intent flickered in Kakashi. He’d been trying to figure out what Gai liked for years, but it was nearly impossible to get Gai to talk about sex. “Gai, you’re a single man. You can’t possibly always have access to willing and available…” He left a meaningful pause that Gai could obligingly fill in with what, exactly, he was looking for.
But as usual, Gai dodged the question without even seeming to realize there had been one. “Oh, not me! I mean you!” Gai leaned back in his chair, gesturing broadly down the length of his rival. “Look at you, you’re the hippest and coolest man in the village! Certainly you don’t need to be wasting your virility on toys when you could easily have your choice of women at the snap of your fingers.”
Kakashi looked down at the fingers snapping demonstrably between them. Dismay and amusement warred for the elbow space inside him. Gai comically overestimated the amount of game Kakashi had, but who could argue with praise like that?
“Okay, well, regardless of what you’re convinced I’m capable of, I didn’t mean me,” he said. “Let’s talk about you.”
“Me?” Gai wrinkled his nose.
“Sure. You’d probably chill out for once if you had some help on hand, instead of—what do you do, take ice baths every time you think you might be on the verge of indulging in something relaxing?”
“I do too relax! You know very well I engage in all sorts of meditative stretching techniques! It leaves me extremely! laid! back!”
“Yeah,” said Kakashi, who had ended up bending backwards to avoid being jabbed in the nose by Gai, now looming over him like a snorting bull. “Laid back. Right.”
Anyway, Kakashi was a late sleeper as much as Gai was an early riser—he’d gone to bed after planting the thing in Gai's kitchen and laid there all snug, imagining the look on Gai’s face as he realized what he was holding. He’d turn absolutely red, like a beet, jaw dropping. Maybe he’d drop it, or throw it, even. But, inevitably, curiosity would get the best of him. He’d tentatively pick it up, glancing over his shoulder the whole time, and carry it off to his bedroom. And then Kakashi would reap the benefits.
The plan was perfect. In hardly any time at all, Gai would be won over by the convenience of it, and the customized detail in the soft-warm grip—so soft, so warm. And responsive, amazingly responsive, and somehow unlike any toy he’d ever played with. Especially since, apparently, he’d never used a toy at all. He’d get addicted. He’d be helpless without it. And then Kakashi would take it away, and by then it would be too late. It wouldn’t matter that it was Kakashi all along. Gai would do anything. Gai would beg.
Kakashi had drifted off to sleep still feeling smug about it. It was just a matter of time…
The sensation woke him up, not like a sleepy stretch with pleasantly warm muscles, but like a smack directly against his lungs. He came awake with a gasp, clutching his pillow as the unfamiliar sensation of a cock slamming directly into a cervix he didn’t have bowled him over.
That was Gai’s cock, moving inside him. Deep in his guts, in tender places never reached before by any man, Gai’s warm thick heft forcing him open—and it was hammering. Kakashi choked on a gasp, a hand clutching at his belly, almost convinced he could feel it through the skin.
The fleshlight obediently transferred every bit of sensation as Gai’s cock pulled on silicone molding and buried itself in plush material. Kakashi felt it like every nerve ending was tied up in that thing. He could even feel the slippery froth of lubricant escaping around the edges of the assault.
It was an unbelievably hard, rapid pace, unlike anything Kakashi’s solo jaunts had ever attempted or even aspired to. The length dragged back out and then slammed in again, relentlessly, with enough force to leave him sore after the tenth strike.
He groaned out a wretched, barely comprehensible, “Ga-aiiii…” as the thrusts just kept coming, at the same pace, endlessly. Instinctively he squeezed his thighs together, trying to slow the pace or at least relieve some of the pressure, but of course that didn’t do a thing. Gai just kept going, thrusting again and again, without caring or even knowing about the man on the other side.
It was perfect.
Not feeling very put-together at all, Kakashi twisted fretfully on the sheets with one fist gripping bloodlessly in his pillow and the other one clumsily fumbling his own cock out of his boxers, hips grinding against the sheets, bleary-eyed. His toes curled and pushed at the mattress.
“Not so h, hard,” he gasped, to no one who could hear him. “Gai, pleaaase…”
It went on and on. Kakashi was nowhere near coordinated enough to actually stroke his dick, so he ground down into the palm of his hand and stuffed his fingers in his mouth to stifle the worst of the whimpers. The head of his dick dribbled uselessly onto the sheets; spit ran down his chin. He was so hard he thought he might burst and so tender he thought he might cry. And then finally, finally, there was a burst of warmth in the pit of his stomach. It sent a zing of arousal into his fingertips, the soles of his feet, the tip of his throbbing cock.
The thickness inside him drew out slowly, as if it was reluctant to leave the soft clench of his body. He buried his face in his pillow and panted wetly into the softness that he could almost, almost pretend was a warm, muscular chest. Gai’s cock gave another little kick at his insides before sliding out entirely.
Then Kakashi was by himself, again, in his bedroom, like nothing had transpired at all. Except for the furiously red and leaking dick in his hand, and the drool-wet pillow, and the sourceless ache in his pelvis. Everything was tingling, sharp and bright under his hand. It only took a couple good tugs to have him spilling all over his sheets, feet kicking, teeth gritted.
He rolled over, shell-shocked, and stared at the ceiling. “Oh,” he breathed out, “fuck me.”
So yes. The fleshlight was more than an ordinary toy. Kakashi had picked it out with loving care, brought it home, and endowed it with the Legacy of the Fourth Hokage. It was Kakashi’s solemn duty as last surviving student of Namikaze Minato to use his sensei’s horniest jutsu on the guy he maybe-slightly-had-a-thing-for. Truly with great power came great perversion, at least in the annals of Konoha, which had gone from one old man with a thing for buxom young women to a young Minato who really, really missed his wife when one or the other of them were away on their frequent missions and was determined to do something about it.
Exactly what Kushina had done with the gift, Kakashi preferred not to ask. A great man deserved some respect, after all.
Being entrusted with this had been a rare moment of furtive immaturity between a jonin and his Kage—the memory was tinged with fondness and not a little wry embarrassment now. Minato, red in the face, laying the scroll in Kakashi’s hand with comical gravity. For posterity. They had bowed.
The thing had gathered dust on his bookshelf for ten years, right up until that bickering session in the bar, when the dusty lightbulb had gone off in his head. Minato-sensei had said it was meant for someone hard to keep close. Gods knew, Gai made it difficult.
Well, no more. This was working better than anything else he’d tried so far. Subtle hints flew right over Gai’s head, and the last time he’d tried sexy posing Gai had asked him what was wrong with his back. What was he supposed to do? Just come out and ask if Gai could maybe see his way to railing him within an inch of his life? Please. They were ninja.
Kakashi very quickly became acquainted with Gai’s daily routine. There was a rhythm to it, and soon he found himself laying awake just after dawn, holding his breath in anticipation of the first hard thrust. He’d never been an early riser, but after the first few times he’d woken up with a cock in his belly forcing the air out of his lungs, barely aware of where he was or who he wasn’t with, the anticipation had started rousing him before Gai even could.
Every morning after his run, Gai took Kakashi’s toy into the shower and fucked it vigorously. Kakashi could tell from the wet cling of skin against silicone, from the timing, and the boil of Gai’s already so very hot body. Then, meticulously, thick fingers slid deep into the plush lining, coaxing out the cream of his spend to leave it squeaky clean for the next use. In his own bed, Kakashi moaned and wriggled weakly against the prodding fingers. None the wiser, Gai was deliciously careless of his sore muscles and sensitive nerves. Kakashi could almost imagine the grin on Gai’s face as he’d watch Kakashi’s thighs twitch with the warring urges to shove Gai away and pull him in deeper. You can take it, Rival, he’d say, with that unbearable fondness that sometimes flashed in his voice. You can take anything I throw your way, can’t you?
“Yeah,” Kakashi gasped, and started stripping his overworked dick again to try and milk a second orgasm out of his tightening balls.
It was overwhelming, sudden, and unbearably arousing, but even so, Kakashi rarely came just from the proxy penetration of the toy. He didn’t have the right parts, he supposed—there wasn’t a G spot to hit, and his own dick wasn’t included in the setup. He didn’t even have the consolation prize of Gai sliding over his prostate on the way in. It just ached, and ached, and ached, even after he got a hand on his dick to try to take the edge off. And it felt so good, overwhelmingly fast and brutal, in a way he’d never quite felt before.
Kakashi had not, actually, gone all the way with the bare handful of previous lovers he’d hooked up with over the years. It was too intimate, it took too long, there were too many risk factors—he had any number of reasons for gently steering his encounters back to the relative safety of mutual jerkoffs or at most a blowjob where he kept complete control of the pace. He’d sucked off a couple of his gentler subordinates as a reward for a hard mission, before. He’d thought for years about the perfect time to offer it to Gai. When would the mission be just hard enough, and just successful enough, and just private enough that Kakashi could casually imply…
But that was the trouble with Gai. Casual implications whizzed directly over his head like he’d dodged a shuriken. The only time Kakashi ever worked up the nerve to suggest it, Gai thought he was suggesting they double bunk in his sleeping bag, and Kakashi ended up trapped as the little spoon with Gai snoring away against his neck. Warm and close and intoxicating, probably thinking that Kakashi needed reassurance—
Miserable to admit, but he’d jerked off to that memory a couple times. There was nothing particularly sexy about snoring, but somehow Gai had innocently locked him into a night of pinprick chills and aching hardness. Gai was so free with his affection, so shameless, and yet—every time sex came up, somehow the conversation diverted like a river around an island, so that every time it ended up in a place Kakashi couldn’t return from.
This was a much more effective alternative. This way, Kakashi got as much of Gai as he wanted—as much as he could handle, and then some—and there was no uncomfortable asking for it necessary. If the price was falling out of a couple trees before he learned his lesson about the bedtime routine, well, that was acceptable. He’d figured out that 6 pm was the evening wind-down, and now he could arrange to be lying on the floor in his own living room, curled up, with his hand pressed flat against his perineum just trying to keep up with the sensation. See? Fine.
Only, the odd day did come when Gai surprised him, and that was… tricky. Yesterday, for example, Gai had pinned him down for a challenge—actually, he’d pinned him down in the challenge as well, since it was Gai’s turn to choose and he chose a game of Full Contact Keepaway that quickly devolved into a brawl. Kakashi had successfully out-classed him in the end, with a particularly clever shadow-clone hand-off. And then, after going home, Gai apparently decided to take out his aggression on the cocksleeve.
Kakashi had been caught in the relative open, still ambling his way back from the training field. He’d been reduced to ducking behind a tree and shoving a glove into his mouth while he received the hardest fucking of his life, so far. He hadn’t even been able to touch himself—he just closed his eyes and squeezed his thighs together, with nothing to distract him from memorizing every tiny movement of Gai’s massive dick. He’d sighed in disappointment/relief when Gai finally came and prepared to shuffle awkwardly home… Only to be bowled back down to his knees when Gai started licking out the cocksleeve to clean it. He’d started doing that recently, the warmth of his tongue so much softer and more electric than the cruel dig of his fingers in Kakashi’s gut. That time Kakashi had come in his pants, untouched. The eventual walk home had been very stealthy, uncomfortable, and damp.
Or there was the time several days ago, when he’d actually seen Gai briefly in the jonin lounge—teased him a little bit about his habits, wondered out loud whether Gai was finally learning to unwind a little, given that he’d been up running around the village at 5 am, or so Kakashi had heard anyway—
“Oh, don’t you worry about me,” Gai said, leaning in—he was, at this point, standing with one heel planted on the seat of the couch next to Kakashi—and grinning. “I’m feeling quite invigorated lately! Motivated, even! In fact, I feel more full of youthful fervor than ever before!”
Kakashi leaned back just a hair. He was having to work very hard indeed to keep his eye trained lazily on Gai’s face and not on the phallic object of his fascination/torment that was right there. “Oh?” he said.
“You know, Kakashi, you may have had a point,” Gai whispered (loudly). “It is nice to focus on yourself sometimes, isn’t it!”
He must have really worked up a craving for it, because while Kakashi was still in the jonin lounge half an hour later, he was treated to a methodical, endless, excruciating grind. Slower than usual, as if Gai was really taking the time to savor it. He’d filled the sleeve to the brim and Kakashi had gone limp in the window-seat, head tilted back, breathing deeply, willing himself not to get hard. When someone wandered in looking for coffee, he pretended he’d fallen asleep. He’d been there for nearly an hour before Gai had finally treated himself to one last heavy crescendo of thrusts that had left Kakashi pale and sweating with the effort of keeping himself pliant, a good little toy that never minded being used.
“If you’re sick, don’t use the common room,” said Anko, when she caught Kakashi wiping the back of his hand over his brow after Gai was done with him.
“It’s not contagious,” he said. “Just something in my gut.”
The few irregularities in the schedule left Kakashi on his toes, always at the back of his mind wondering if this was going to be the moment Gai came back for seconds, used him again; wondering whether he was ready for it, hoping and dreading.
Sometimes it would be just a quickie that left him hard and aching in the middle of his work day. Sometimes he'd come twice in a sweaty heap and still Gai would be going, like he couldn’t quite manage to scratch whatever itch possessed him. By the third week Kakashi considered himself the foremost expert on Gai’s moods—if he’d maybe baited Gai once or twice in public when he was looking to get reamed later, that was between him and whatever judge was waiting in the afterlife to tally up his karma.
He could, of course, release the jutsu at any point. But that would be the Coward’s Way.
That conviction got put to the test after a month of his laying low on the backburner in Konoha. To his mild alarm, he reported for his first A rank in a while only to find that he was being sent out with a squad.
Kakashi was a jonin, he didn’t just get sent out on milk runs for no reason. The last two C’s he’d taken were really more to keep an income, since A’s and B’s didn’t come around every day in peacetime. When he’d been active in ANBU, there had been a salary and he’d had more rotations in guard duty to keep him busy, but…
Well, this was going to be his first time out of the village in company since the gifting. He shouldered his bag and mentally fortified himself. There was simply no way he planned to be caught randomly orgasming by a bunch of chunin. At the gate, he scanned the assembled figures, lazily trying to pick out anyone he knew to be particularly nosy, and stopped dead on a pair of orange legwarmers.
Ah, he thought, I guess I don’t have to worry about the toy for a while, after all…
It was an understatement to say that Gai “lit up” when he spotted Kakashi. It was more like he burst into flame, like a burner beneath a tea kettle. His eyes widened, his body lifted a little bit, and suddenly he was larger than life as he bit through the stick of the kebab he’d probably grabbed on his way to the gate. Then he blinked, looked down, and had to stop to spit the chunk of wood with intact sesame dumpling into his hand before he could swallow the thing whole in his excitement.
For gods’ sakes, Kakashi thought, for the hundredth time. I cannot die without eating his ass.
“Kakashi!” Gai shouted, waving as if there was any possibility that Kakashi hadn’t seen him. “Are you on the mission with these bright young chunin?”
Kakashi flicked a glance between Gai and the three unfamiliar chunin, who were all watching the two of them with morbid fascination. He tried not to feel their eyes on him as he strolled up.
“Don’t tell me you’re coming along with us too,” Kakashi said, “this is a stealth mission, you know.”
Gai puffed up. “I’ll have you know that I am as capable as any jonin at the skills of evasion and camouflage! More capable, in fact!” He planted his feet and swung his hands up like claws, fingers curled and palms open. “The tiger that roars in triumph also stalks its prey in the night!”
Kakashi waited about thirty seconds for Gai to reach peak awkwardness, and then said, “So what does the tiger have to do with it?”
Gai whirled on him. “It’s me! I’m the tiger!” he said, frantically tapping his chest with both hands.
“Hmm,” Kakashi said, and walked past him. “If you say so. Come on, you three with me, we have a long walk before nightfall.”
Gai let out a wail of irritation and then darted to catch up with Kakashi at the head of the pack. He wasn’t loaded to the teeth with travel supplies, but he had a shoulder bag and more than the usual hip pouch of emergency food pills.
“You’re not coming with us,” Kakashi said, although he meant it as a question.
“No!” Gai replied. “I’ve been dispatched to provide aid to a village along this route. They had a terrible misfortune in the storm last week—but since we’re going the same way, I thought we ought to go together!”
“Ah. They’ve got you lifting trees again,” Kakashi said, knowingly.
“Alas, it cannot always be glorious battles and heroic rescues,” Gai said, “but this strength I’ve cultivated is for more than just myself, it’s for all of us! For our village, and our neighbors, and indeed, the entire nation! It’s an honor to wield my youth in service of those who need it most!”
He was posing again. Not in the tiger pose, but with a fist flinched before him, eyes shining. He gleamed, with his white teeth and his perfect fine hair and his starry eyes. It made Kakashi’s stomach twist unbearably.
He kept walking, leaving Gai several steps behind. “You’ll be very popular,” he said. “I hear that country girls love a jumpsuit…”
A step ahead, he couldn’t see Gai’s face or posture. He ignored the tingle of dread that raced down his neck during the second of silence and kept walking.
There was a beat of a footstep, and then Gai had caught up with him again. “They have good taste then!” Gai said. “I always carry an extra, in case a hopeful young stranger wants to try it for themselves! I always tell them, once you’ve had a taste of the range and flexibility in this, you’ll never want to go back.”
Kakashi let out a little sigh, and then smiled to himself. “I think, like a lot of things, it’s more of an acquired taste.”
Gai traveled with Kakashi's team for most of the day. Along the tree roads, largely, and then stepping down to walk the dirt path where it wasn’t washed out from the rain or hopelessly curved around some ancient chunk of rock embedded in the earth.
Kakashi was in one of his perversely lazy moods, playing at being a slacker again. As if Gai hadn’t seen him fight for three days without stopping to rest! The chunin were already chafing at the slow pace Kakashi had set. If Gai’s mission had been time-sensitive, he would have already run ahead. The brief said he ought to be there in two days, but Konoha’s Green Beast could make it by the end of the night! The sooner he arrived the sooner he could go to work!
He found himself lingering at Kakashi’s side instead, chatting about nothing in particular and often finding himself drawn into little petty arguments that always ended with Gai shouting and Kakashi ducking down to hide a smile. Gai felt his cheeks heating when he realized the chunin were staring at them, but Kakashi didn’t seem to mind. And if Kakashi didn’t mind, Gai could only meet the challenge of his brazenness. The innocent passion of youthful friendship should not be hidden by shame! Gai had nothing to be ashamed about! He definitely never had less than innocent thoughts about Kakash’s little smiles, or the snorts he made when he was trying not to laugh!
Just then, Gai thought he’d caught the shadow of a limp in Kakashi’s normally easy gait. But it disappeared as soon as he mentioned it. “Stone in my shoe,” Kakashi said. He didn’t bend to undo the straps of his sandal, just shook his foot a little. “It’s gone now, don’t worry about it.” He looked up, considering the lengthening shadows of the trees. “We’ll camp soon. I assume you’re going on…?”
“I’ll join you!” said Gai, on impulse. He’d planned a rigorous night of trekking to reach the little town he’d been dispatched to, but that was before he’d realized his mission coincided with Kakashi’s—at least for the first day on the road. One should never waste the opportunity to bond with one’s comrades!
In deference to the possibility of rain, they set up tents. One was for Kakashi, and one for the three chunin—perks of rank, and also everyone who had worked with him over the years was quietly aware that his night terrors were better kept in privacy. It wouldn’t do to wake up the whole squad when dawn might bring anything; at least someone ought to get a restful night’s sleep. The quartermaster issued supplies accordingly.
Gai had brought one too, which Kakashi, unfortunately, noticed.
“Hmm?” Kakashi said, leaning over to inspect the roll of tarp. “What’s this? You brought a tent, Gai?”
“Um… yes.” Gai twisted away from Kakashi with the cloth in his arms, which unfortunately only made Kakashi more interested.
“Don’t you usually say you don’t need protection from the elements?” Kakashi needled. “What happened to the flames of your youthful determination sustaining you?”
“Ummm,” Gai said. He spun fully away, but Kakashi kept up step for step, his one visible eye twinkling with secret mischief. “Well they issued me one, anyway, and it would be rude to refuse, so…”
“Hmm,” Kakashi said again, and straightened up. “I wonder if someone finally learned his lesson after getting a cold on that mission last year…?”
“Oh,” Gai said, and tried not to show his utter relief. “Yes, I mean, no, there was no lesson to learn! I stand by that decision! But there’s a time and a place for everything, and…”
“And this is the time, mm?” Kakashi was definitely laughing at him. That infuriating gleam in his eye was unmistakable. He was so smug, so annoying, so—
A lump of longing rose up in Gai’s throat, and he had to fight to swallow it back down. He’d have given anything to kiss Kakashi in that moment, carefree and shameless beneath the stars, in front of anyone who might see.
But he was an expert at pushing through pain. He thumped Kakashi on the shoulder and stuck out his tongue, which only made Kakashi’s silent laughter gleam brighter, which only made him more handsome. It was a cycle Gai never could escape, no matter how much he sometimes wanted to.
“Good night, Kakashi,” he said, “I hope you have a restful night and rise youthfully to greet the morning!”
“I won’t,” Kakashi said, sardonic to the end. And then, a fraction warmer, if you knew what to listen for: “But same to you.”
By the time Gai was done with the camp chores he’d assigned himself—much to the grateful acceptance of their chunin comrades!—he was the last one of them to crawl into his tent and pull the flaps shut. He wiggled down into his sleeping bag, laid his head on his roll of clothes, and stared at the dark.
An endless minute crawled past. Then two.
Then Gai bit his lip and jammed an arm into the bottom of his travel bag.
He knew he ought not to do this. He’d known he shouldn’t pack it, even as he was doing so. But he’d thought, like one does—what if I only bring it just in case? What if I only use it once I’m done with the mission, as a reward for hard work? Rewards are as important as penalties! And I’ll probably have a room to myself, once I get there.
And then he’d thought: well… since they are always trying to get me to take more camping supplies…
Guiltily, Gai stared at the toy in his hand, which had the slightest glow in the dark. Orange-pink, like the warmth of a light behind skin. He hadn’t even known they made things like this until it had appeared on his kitchen table that morning, innocently obscene and condescending beyond belief. What on earth Kakashi was trying to prove with this, he had no idea. Kakashi had never so much as bought him a birthday present, and then—this.
The material was slightly warm in his hand, like it had been laying out in the sun.
Was it a joke? A mean-spirited punchline? Who could want you? Who could want someone like you, a weirdo like you? You're too much. This thing is the best you can hope for. No sane woman would sleep with you even if you begged, so here, enjoy playing pretend.
It made his stomach clench.
That would be bad enough, but if Kakashi knew the truth—the truth Gai had swallowed since he was fourteen and he’d watched Kakashi’s bare shoulders flexing as he pulled his shirt over his head, the pale skin like silk over his perfect delts and lats and shoulder blades… When he’d known there was some other way he was different than Kakashi, some other way in which he could never catch up. He’d never be beautiful like Kakashi was, any more than he could be so contained and effortlessly cool.
No man could want you either—I could never want you—
He’d like to think Kakashi wouldn’t stoop to such cruelty, but Kakashi had been cruel to him before.
No. He shook off the thought. No, it was probably just Kakashi’s very strange way of showing concern. After all, he made no effort to hide his own odd predilections, wearing his books about buxom girls with bright red warning labels almost like a name tag, unruffled by the knowledge that everyone could see exactly what he was reading. That naughty stuff was fun for him. He probably just wanted to be sure that, somewhere between the regiments of pull-ups and squat-thrusts, Gai had fun too.
Every time Gai considered this, it made him feel almost unbearably tender with affection and longing.
He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to watch the glow of the toy when he moved his hands. He really, really should not be doing this in such an exposed place, right next to…
I won’t think about Kakashi, he told himself. If I think about Kakashi, I’ll perform five edges, and then go to bed without coming. Again.
He raised his left hand to his mouth and bit down in preparation.
The sleeve was comfortingly warm and tight around him as he pushed inside. He’d go slow, he wouldn’t get carried away, that would be his best bet for staying quiet. There wouldn’t be a good place to clean it inconspicuously, so afterward… maybe he should lick it clean…
The idea gave him a rush of embarrassed anticipation, like sparks under his skin. He squeezed the toy a little tighter and humped up into it, heels digging into the ground.
Good, good, that was good. He worked his cock, flushing a little in the dark at the slurp and sputter as the lube moved around him. He imagined what it would feel like to have someone’s mouth, just as warm and pliant, coaxing him down this deep. He imagined wet lips, heavy-lidded eyes, knowing and smug and—
He let out the faintest whine through his nose and slammed the toy down until he hit its ceiling, growing frantic with desire. The steady pace fractured and broke against the rocks of his need and he was struggling to control his breathing, thinking about the bob of an adams apple as it swallowed.
Then he stopped dead, heart in his throat. The soft spot in his hand ached under his teeth. Was he moaning? He’d heard—
Reluctantly, he loosened his bite and pulled his hand out of his mouth with a wet snapping of saliva. He’d definitely heard moaning, and the worrying part was he hadn’t felt himself moaning. Hesitating, his fingers drifted from his lips down to his throat, lighting against his voice box.
His senses searched the darkness as he bucked up again, breathing hard, listening…
A small breathless sound, like an oof almost, punched through the night as his cock hit the back of the toy so suddenly. Gai’s mind raced. That definitely had not been him.
There were two tents besides his own. Out of habit he’d planted his closer to Kakashi’s, although not so close as to sabotage himself. The cool night was very quiet. No birds called, no frogs chirped; there was only the gentle rush of wind. What were the options, realistically?
Either the chunin were a very intimate group of young men and much more brazen than Gai had been at their age, or…
He paused where he had been absently stroking the rim of the toy with his thumb. But no. That wasn’t possible—
Hesitantly, he slid the sleeve back onto his cock and pumped himself. His breath was caught in his throat, heart racing. Even as his body prickled with a dangerous new kind of arousal, he barely felt the sticky glide of lube starting to go tacky around his hardness. It was quiet, so quiet, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. When he slammed the thing down against his pelvis, he made it as jarring as he possibly could. Like a blow against a punching bag, like a heel strike.
A quiet, fervent “Aah!” broke against the silence, confirming Gai’s wildest suspicions. He stared down at the sleeve, still wrapped around his cock, as he absently kept up his shallow rhythm. That was—that was impossible, or at least highly improbable, but—twice was coincidence, three times was a pattern.
Suddenly he was up, toy clenched at his side, uncaring about his absolutely shameful state of undress. In the night, with the sky still clear of rain but half shrouded; with his bare feet on the wet grass; with his hand on the flap of Kakashi’s tent—
They stared at each other through the narrow portal of Kakashi’s flung open door. Kakashi was on the ground, sweatpants tugged down around his hips, looking disheveled and bare with both eyes wide open. Then his mismatched gaze dropped directly down.
Gai followed his gaze, dumbfounded, and in a panic yanked the tent flap closed with himself inside. There wasn’t much more room than it took for a grown man to sit up on his knees, so that was what he did—he dropped to his hands and knees over Kakashi’s calves and curled over his own erection as if that would hide it.
The camp lantern at Kakashi’s shoulder, on top of his pack, cast the small space in deep yellow shadows. They were still staring at each other.
Gai wet his lips. “What,” he said, “is this?” He thrust out the sleeve between them.
Kakashi looked from Gai’s face down to his hand, hesitated, and then said, “I believe they call it a fleshlight.”
“You—!” Gai shook the thing at him. “I know what it is!”
Kakashi tilted his head. “So then why are you asking me?”
“You gave this to me!” Gai hissed.
Despite—or possibly because of—having his rosy pink cock jutting hard against his thigh, Kakashi had clearly decided to be Difficult. “Hmm,” he said, reclining on one elbow, “I don’t know, can you prove it?”
Gai, on the verge of snorting like a bull, pulled the toy back to himself, reached his fingers into the mouth of it, and pinched the inside. He gave it a twist.
Kakashi yelped into the hand that he slapped over his own mask and fell back onto his sleeping bag. Gai gave him one of the particularly manic smirks that usually only made it out on a battlefield.
After a moment, Kakashi lifted his hand from his mouth. “Okay,” he said, “you caught me.”
“Kakashi. What the hell is this about?” Gai set the toy down on the bag between them, where Kakashi’s feet were planted on the cloth. “Why would you give me—why would you make something like this and then give it to me? I admit it, rival, I can’t figure out the strategy here.”
For a second, Kakashi was silent. His sharingan closed; his remaining eye was black and sharp as it searched. And then, unexpectedly, he smiled his boyish little crescent smile.
“Did you like it?” he asked. “Did you like my pussy?”
Gai went steam-hot to the tips of his ears. “Kakashi! You can’t just ask me—”
“You did like it,” Kakashi said, his smile melting away as he cracked his eye back open and peered directly into Gai’s soul. “I felt how much you liked it every morning, when you fucked me like you were never going to get enough. And so hard too. Really, you must have needed it.”
Guilt flushed through him hotter than the embarrassment. He never would have treated it so freely, if he had known. “You didn’t tell me—I didn’t know it was…”
“Does that matter?” Kakashi cut in. “You liked it. So what if it was my body, that didn’t bother you before you knew. Think of it like one comrade doing another a favor. You can keep using it.”
Gai shook the temptation off. “No, I shouldn’t.”
Shrugging, Kakashi said, “Pretend it’s anyone you want. Use it however you want, I won’t bother you about it.”
“I don’t want,” Gai started to say, but Kakashi cut him off again.
“You wouldn’t just give it back, would you?” Kakashi said. “I’ll break the jutsu, if it bothers you that much. But it is rude to return gifts, so… just keep it, alright?”
He was back to smiling again, which meant something was off. Gai learned about ten years ago not to trust Kakashi’s smiles.
“You could have told me,” he said, frowning as he searched for a hint in the curve of Kakashi’s eye. “If you have some sort of—need that isn’t being met, you could have just asked me.”
“Well, you’re clearly not into me,” Kakashi said, like it didn’t matter. “So I don’t think it would have done me much good, hm?”
“I’m—I’m not?” Gai gaped. “You’re Hatake Kakashi! Who wouldn’t be into you?”
The smile wavered. Now they were both regarding each other warily.
Unusually, it was Kakashi who broke first. “…Are you, though?”
Gai swallowed, throat suddenly dry. He was fearless in the field, dauntless in the face of death, and… nearly faint with the prospect of a simple admission.
As if he had decided something, Kakashi slowly reached forward and retrieved the fleshlight from where it had fallen, unheeded, between his heels. He shucked his sweatpants entirely, then brought his knees together around the soft length of the fleshlight and eased back onto his elbows. Squeezed between his pale, muscular thighs, the opening of the toy flexed almost like it was a part of him.
“Come closer,” Kakashi said. “You barely got started, earlier. Let me take care of you.”
Gai knew they should talk about it more. There was something deeper here, something more than a thoughtless prank or a thoughtful gift or any of the things he’d thought the fleshlight might be. But Kakashi looked beautiful and oddly soft in the dim light of the camp lantern, his sharp edges dulled by shadows. And Gai’s cock might have gentled down to a softer state over the course of this conversation, but his stomach still twisted with need.
“Well?” said Kakashi, and Gai was already crawling closer, shuffling forward until he could put his hands gingerly on Kakashi’s knees.
“That’s it.” Kakashi’s voice was low, encouraging. “Show me how you like to use me.”
The shudder rushed from the nape of Gai’s neck down to the tip of his cock. He put a little pressure on Kakashi’s knees, until they were pushed back enough that he could easily position himself against the fleshlight.
“Do you really want it like this?” he asked, his voice dry and uncertain in contrast. “I could—I could go back to my tent, and then you wouldn’t have to see me.”
Kakashi looked at him blankly, and then with a kind of restrained horror. Gai winced. A favor, he’d said. It would be humiliating to show too much now, if Kakashi was only doing him a favor.
There was a sudden tightness around Gai’s wrist, and he looked down to find Kakashi gripping him like something he was afraid would be stolen.
“I like seeing you,” Kakashi said, in a light tone that belied the absolutely crushing grip he had on Gai’s arm. “So show me everything, okay?”
“…Everything?” Gai asked.
Kakashi raked his gaze down Gai’s chest, lingering on the places just out of his sight.
Gai bolstered his heart, which was a chaotic and fragile flurry fit to burst out of him. “Okay,” he said, and eased himself into the now-familiar warmth. The sleeve was only a thing, not alive no matter how warm it felt, and so it didn’t clench or flutter around his cock. Kakashi though—he let out a satisfied breath, tipping his chin back until Gai could see the lines of his throat through the thin cling of his mask.
“There it is,” Kakashi sighed, “how rude of you, taking this away from me just when it was getting good…”
Gai scoffed. “You expect me to apologize for that, after what you’ve done?”
“What?” Kakashi said, batting his eyelashes innocently. “Giving you a gift? Generously sharing my teacher’s special technique with you? Letting you have unlimited access to my fuckable little hole?”
Gai choked, unable to stop from slamming his hips into Kakashi’s thighs, clutching so hard at the pale flesh it certainly had bruised under his fingers. “Ugh,” he said, dazed, “don’t say things like that.”
“No?” Kakashi said. “I think I felt you getting bigger in there. Are you sure you don’t like it?”
Gai couldn’t help humping in a little bit, groaning in defeat. When he shook the stars out of his eyes, Kakashi was regarding him with satisfaction. It wasn’t smug, exactly, but he certainly looked pleased. His good eye was half-lidded, shining.
Gai was still grinding restlessly, when he noticed Kakashi’s fingers were creeping down over his belly, towards the pink tip of the cock just barely visible if Gai peered over. That was as much permission as Gai needed to start rolling his hips more earnestly. The toy felt so good dragging at his length, although Kakashi’s skin probably would have felt better—but there was something about being so close to fucking Kakashi, and yet restrained—
His pace was picking up, without his meaning it to.
“We better keep it down,” Kakashi said, lazily, “unless you want to wake up the others. I think I hear snoring, but who knows how deep of sleepers they all are.”
Gai flashed his teeth in something a little sharper than a grin. “Ha! I can keep quieter than you, if the last hour is anything to go by.”
Kakashi caught and peeled Gai’s left hand up off his knee, making a great show of examining the red teeth-marks. “You shouldn’t be so smug just yet, hm?”
The indented skin gave a sullen little throb of pain at being prodded. Kakashi let go of Gai’s hand. Instead, he reached up to touch Gai’s mouth, closing his palm over Gai’s lips. Their gazes met, even as Gai continued rocking against him, and it was as if some thread of wire buried deep in Gai’s sternum was stretched between their flesh, pulled to the limit. When Gai pushed his face forward into Kakashi’s palm, Kakashi only held him tighter. So close now, as close as he could get, Gai sank in to the hilt and started to really make his thrusts count. Kakashi’s breath caught short.
Flesh struck flesh. The muscles of Gai’s core grew warm with exertion familiar from a lifetime of endurance training, and although he was nowhere in the realm of tiring, somehow he still felt sweat gathering on his back and chest. He watched Kakashi almost absently playing with his own cock, and couldn’t imagine being so cool about this. It was almost feverish, the way heat was building under his skin.
Hazy-eyed, he fought for glimpses of Kakashi’s perfect pale stomach as if at any moment he’d catch his own intrusion moving underneath the surface. As if he’d be able to see whatever it was that made Kakashi like it.
There was a tremble in Kakashi’s legs, and then the toy slipped a millimeter down as Gai pulled back.
Kakashi groaned—the sound was as quiet as it was torturously rough—and abandoned playing with himself to clamp both hands around his own thighs instead. To hold them in place, apparently. Without his hand covering Gai’s mouth, the strained whines poured out of Gai no matter how hard he fought it. He couldn’t keep his mouth closed, and he couldn’t stop drawing ragged sounds with every breath.
“Look at you,” Kakashi said, breathlessly, with unexpected affection. “Like a puppy humping my leg. You need it, don’t you Gai-chan?”
He gritted his teeth. “Ka—kakash—”
“Show me how much you want it,” Kakashi demanded. “Let me see.”
Gai’s eyes squeezed shut with the effort of swallowing the sound that pulled out of him. His hands dug into the sleeping bag and his head hung as he somehow managed to double his efforts.
Tight little noises started to escape Kakashi’s mouth, and with the urgency of someone suddenly surfacing for air, Kakashi let go of his thigh to reach up and snatch his mask away. The perfect sharp tips of his teeth flashed in the lantern light as he gasped.
Gai stared, dazed, at the flushed lips and gleaming teeth and forbidden, unthinkably wet tongue.
“It’s all yours,” Kakashi gasped. “Any time you want it—as long as you want it—”
Gai jerked into him, tugging at the last frayed edge of his restraint. For decency’s sake he shouldn’t—he really couldn’t use Kakashi, not like he’d used the toy—
“I’m all yours,” said Kakashi, and then shoved two fingers in his mouth like he couldn’t bear to have it empty.
With a relief that broke like sweat down his spine, Gai folded Kakashi down into a tight little clutch of heat and let loose. He got a hand under himself and used the leverage to pound Kakashi’s toy as hard as he’d ever gone at it alone in the shower, heaving and single-minded. He wouldn’t hold back.
Kakashi’s body compressed and sprang back with every thrust. He panted like every slap of effort punched the air out of him, faster and faster until Gai controlled the very breath in his lungs. His wet fingers slid in and out past swollen lips, his mismatched eyes were glazed.
Gai bore down harder. Everything worked, his core and his hips and even his shoulders. It felt, absurdly, as if all of his training, every bit of his hard-won muscle, had been for nothing but this moment. The world narrowed. He was blind to anything but the knife-edge brightness of pleasure, the heavy hot sing of nerves along his shaft, and the ache tightening deep between his hips.
It was just a tool, just a ready-made place to sheath his cock, but it gave him just enough of what he needed to make him desperate for more.
Kakashi reached up and gripped Gai’s hair like a lifeline, but Gai was so focused that the harsh tug barely registered.
“Oh gh—oh god,” Kakashi gasped.
Gai blinked open stinging eyes to find Kakashi undone beneath him. Poise gone. Grace gone. Utterly stripped of composure, his hair was a sweaty mess against the bedroll. His skin was flushed, as if Gai was a fever inside of him forcing heat up to the surface.
Were you like this every time? Gai wondered hazily.
Kakashi’s throat worked, his lips parted. “I—,” he started, “I—please—”
But Gai was a long way beyond the ability to parse Kakashi’s choked begging, so he just did what he wanted to do anyway, and dragged Kakashi along for the ride.
Empires rose and fell in the span between that last moment of lucidity and the first tightening clench in his balls. When Gai finally came, it was with an almost feral desperation, pleasure blistering into near pain. He dropped to his forearms, drawing in harsh, hot breaths as his hips bucked and he filled the toy to the brim.
In that faraway place beyond the edge of an orgasm, he leaned forward and blindly nuzzled into Kakashi’s cheek. Skin tingled on skin.
There was something important he had to do. What was it? He needed to…
Gai hauled himself up and slid back down between Kakashi’s legs, parting them a little bit to make room for himself. He licked the sticky opening of the fleshlight, shuddering with a little aftershock at the gamey, used taste.
“Gai,” Kakashi said, sounding as if he was in pain.
Gai lifted his face and squinted up at him. Kakashi stared at him with blown pupils, licked his lips, and then let his head thump back against the bedroll.
“Hnn,” Kakashi managed. “Okay, never—nevermind. I’ll take care of it myself. Go on.”
As Gai went back to licking his spend out of the toy, he felt Kakashi’s hand moving around beneath him. There was a shift, and then a rhythmic pull-push. Gai understood vaguely that Kakashi was jerking himself off, while Gai clumsily sucked the fleshlight clean. There was a shiver, and then a clench of thighs, and then Kakashi spilled over his own stomach, white cum against barely-pinked flesh.
A hand closed loosely around Gai’s face, pushing him up and back.
“Okay,” Kakashi said, “that’s really enough, Gai, I think it’s not getting any better. Come up here.”
Overheated and sticky and laying together on the floor of the tent, which was barely wide enough for two men who very much needed to cool down, Gai and Kakashi fought to catch their breath. In the minute it took for Kakashi to get them situated, grab some gauze from the medical kit, and wipe himself clean, the fog in Gai’s head finally fully dissipated.
“You really let me do that to you for a month?” Gai asked the ceiling.
“You can do it longer than that,” Kakashi said, tossing the gauze. “The thing’s yours, do what you like with it.”
That was so utterly beyond anything Gai had imagined he would say, it took him several seconds to summon up a response. “I couldn’t! To know I’ve been treating my honorable rival like that, without the slightest bit of courtesy! I’ve been indecent. It’s inexcusable.”
“…Are you really blaming yourself when I’m the one who tricked you, here?”
Gai’s mouth popped open, and then he rolled his head to glare at Kakashi. “You did trick me! You no good dog, you! You know what? I’m hurt! If you wanted to explore your feminine side, you could have just said so! I would have been supportive!”
Kakashi stared at him. “That’s… not what this was.”
“Well then why is it—” Gai fought not to turn red and lost. “Something you don’t. um. Have.”
Absently, Kakashi pressed his fingertips to his own belly. Even wrung out and exhausted, the sight of that still sent an unexpected pulse through Gai’s lower regions.
“Sometimes a person just wants to get railed, Gai, it’s not that complicated. Anyway. I wasn’t sure if you liked men or women. I was hedging my bets.”
Gai frowned. In odd little offhanded ways, Kakashi kept reminding Gai that he’d gone to quite a lot of trouble to arrange this very strange inconvenience in his own life.
“I do like men,” Gai said. “Obviously…”
“Obviously,” Kakashi echoed, with a smile.
“And you…?”
“Obviously,” Kakashi said, again.
The two of them, so different, alike in this way? It wasn’t exactly common in Konoha, which made it all the more wondrous to contemplate. Gai had learned to keep these things to himself at a young age, since it was Indecorous and Ungentlemanly to talk about perversions in public. He’d always thought, since Kakashi never had any problem casually revealing more than he ought to, that if he wanted something like that, he would just say it…
“Kakashi…” he started, “…why me?”
He knew he’d hit the nerve when Kakashi didn’t respond immediately. The man was just looking at the shadows above him, one hand slung absently over his sharingan eye to protect it, firmly ignoring Gai.
“If you didn’t know about my Passionate Inclinations—”
“It’s because I like you, Gai.”
Gai stopped dead, the words evaporated from his mouth. Tears started to bead at his eyelashes. “Oh, Kakashi! What a cool and hip way of affirming our Affectionate Bond! Of course, I like you too, even if sometimes you make me want to put you through the side of a mountain!”
Kakashi sighed. Without looking over, he reached out and caught one of Gai’s hands in his own. He didn’t do anything with it. He just held it there, clasped in his palm.
“Also,” he said, “your body makes me insane, and I desperately needed to get you addicted to my hole.”
Gai felt like the blood was going to pop right out of his body. “Ka—Kakashi!!!”
Kakashi’s eye curved shut and he squeezed Gai’s hand. “So you should keep fucking me, alright? As a favor to me.”
“A favor to you!” Gai shook his head at the audacity. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? After all, you’re so sexy, and I’m…”
Kakashi rolled over on an elbow and looked at Gai with a severe expression. “You’re what?”
“Ah…” Gai had a sense he’d made a tactical misstep here, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. “Well, certainly I’m virile, passionate, and capable, yes! I have my strengths! But I’m not…” He glanced at Kakashi’s bare face, the elegant jaw and the little beauty mark. “…Not sexy, anyway.”
Kakashi let go of his hand. Gai had just long enough to miss it terribly before he was distracted by Kakashi reaching for his face. The long pale fingers flicked away sweaty bangs, and then smoothed over one of Gai’s eyebrows. Abruptly embarrassed, Gai tried to draw back, but Kakashi caught him by the side of his face and held him there.
The sharingan blinked open. The twin searching lights of those mismatched eyes pinned Gai in place, as Kakashi took everything he was and laid it open without reprieve. The pad of a thumb stroked Gai’s nose with something almost like tenderness.
“When you know someone,” Kakashi said, “they become beautiful, to you.”
The night and the dark and the intimate glow of the lantern light swum in Gai’s vision, as he swallowed thickly and painfully around a wound he hadn’t known he was still carrying. “Kakashi…”
Both eyes blinked closed, and barefaced, Kakashi smiled. Even without the mask it was still mostly in his eyes, with just a hint in the crooked tilt of his mouth.
“Don’t make me say it again,” Kakashi said. “I like you a lot.”
In the morning the rain finally broke, washing out the roads and carrying away anything not properly nailed down. At least, this was the excuse the chunin gave for why their tent was suddenly 50 feet further away than it had been when they’d made camp that night. It was odd, since Gai had personally seen them hammering in the stakes, and it had seemed properly done at the time! But when he tried to ask the chunin just went red, and then Gai found himself going red in turn, when he realized—
“How unfortunate,” was all Kakashi said, opening his book with one hand and sipping his from his canteen with the other. “Next time, you might want to put it on a hill.”