Chapter 11: A Few Hours to the Wedding: Acceptance

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Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds to hit his eyes. Kakashi flinched, forcing his head into the pillow. His body still numb under the sheets as he peeked through his lashes at the blankets he had kicked to the floor at one point.

He moaned and yawned at the same time, reluctant to move, hoping he could just stay like that for a while longer. That was not how a ninja should wake up: in a stupor. He didn't remember falling asleep either, and that was equally bad. He had his arms around Tenzō and then it was morning.

Tenzō. Kakashi inhaled deeply and held his breath. Would he be there, looking at him when he turned? Smiling — any smile would do. Tenzō had so many, and he could do with any of them right now. He knew before glancing over that the other side of the narrow bed was vacant.

It was the last morning he would be waking up in that bedroom, and still he didn't get that one thing he wished for — Tenzō next to him when he opened his eyes. But he was by himself again. Three nights in a row he slept there, Tenzō left before he woke every single morning. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, and that realisation made his stomach churn.

There had been many times in the past, during missions, when they woke up together and Tenzō's face was the first thing he saw,... and the faces of everyone else with them, always at the same time, always with an objective, so Kakashi didn't consider those, even if sometimes Tenzō smiled at him. He wanted to be able to roll onto him, press his sleepy face against his skin, breathe that cedar wood scent unique to him.

That one day was Tenzō's day off. He had no excuses, nowhere to be, nothing to do. He should've been there so that Kakashi could add this memory to the extensive catalogue of all the things they shared. Kakashi reached for the pillow next to him without bothering to open his eyes and held it to his face.

"Why didn't you stay?" He whined into it, pressing the pillow further to get the scent of him that lingered.

The decision to get up in the morning was never easy, but it was always a little harder to get out of that particular bed.

The flat was empty as he expected, but Tenzō left everything on the kitchen counter for Kakashi to make himself a cup of coffee. Next to it was a scroll titled 'Mission Report' and a small wooden sign Tenzō probably conjured that morning. It read:

You'd better be up by 9am. Have some coffee, take the map, the report and go to work. I have things that I must see to, so I'll meet you at the wedding.

And a funny face he used for his substitution jutsu, just to be cute. Kakashi's lips curved slightly, but the brief smile vanished as he turned to the mission report with a sigh. What mission was Tenzō talking about? Helping him with the security issues, making tables for the wedding? And how did he even find time and energy to write this? Kakashi couldn't be bothered with it, not there, not now, no matter how cute Tenzō was.

He stood in the kitchen barefoot in his underwear, his body got colder as he watched the water heat up.

Fuck, I'm beat.

His thighs were tight, his back and arms sore when he tried to tense his muscles. His entire body ached, his ass throbbed. He wished he had considered the consequences before he consented to a second round... and a third. After all, he had a desk job and a long wedding ceremony to sit through. But the further they went, the more tired he got, and as his mind and body ran out of fuel, he stopped holding back, showing all the affection he couldn't before. Tenzō took advantage of that. The evidence was his body, covered in bites, sore ones too. Next time he would get him back for these.

Next time... Would there even be a next time, and if so, when? By then, he wouldn't even remember that he wanted to return the marks because they wouldn't be on him anymore. Kakashi lowered his head, staring at the bites on him as if they would fade at any minute. His ribs felt so strained that he took a deep breath just to make sure he still could.

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As Hokage, he could change that, he could keep Tenzō in Konoha, have him back in the ANBU, make him captain, or keep him as Jōnin, a teacher. He was good with the team, he could do that again, even if all had been a secret mission, and watching Orochimaru was a secret mission. Tenzō's life had been a secret. Kakashi had the power to change this, but even if he joked about being the worst Hokage, what kind of leader used their position for personal gain? He would be no different from Danzō then. If Tenzō asked him, if he didn't want to continue with the mission, then he would remove him. He decided it long ago, but Tenzō never did, and Kakashi doubted he ever would.

The water boiled for so long it almost completely evaporated. Kakashi brewed the coffee, took the scroll, the little sign, and got ready.

He still had so much work to do before he saw Tenzō again. It was best if he pushed him out of his mind for the rest of the day. He could do that.

***

The tree house was in a better state than Yamato anticipated. Sure, there were leaves here and there, corners with sand that gathered over time, puddles from the rain the other day that still hadn't dried, but he didn't build a proper roof so he couldn't fault Kakashi for that. His senpai had really looked after it, and despite the chilly breeze, seeing that place so carefully cared for warmed him inside.

To avoid getting his trousers wet, he sat at the edge of the chair, the same one he did six months ago, and looked at the rising sun. It was the same as that day, even the temperature, maybe colder but not by much. Back then, summer was ending and now spring hadn't properly started, but even the feeling resembled that one.

So much time had passed, and yet it felt like it all began four days ago. If Kakashi had asked him to stay that night, if the Hokage had made a selfish decision, where would their relationship be now? After everything, Yamato still didn't know if what they had could even be called that.

The last time he sat there was also the last time he cried. He had no idea why so many emotions suddenly overwhelmed him to that point. He wouldn't this time around because he knew now what he found out then, that he loved Kakashi-senpai. His love for him went far beyond the words he blurted out on the spur of the moment a couple of nights ago. The way he said it, when he said it,... it confused even him. The love he spoke about that night was of a friend, a protector, and loyalty to the man who saved and gave meaning to his life. Kakashi didn't understand that then... it wasn't romantic love Yamato wanted to express, but in the end, he loved him that way too.

The warmth of the sun soon washed over him and he shut his eyes.

How could he leave Kakashi again? He just had him, touched him so intimately, got lost, drowned in his body. Even time slowed down last night so they could be together for longer. Kakashi let Yamato throw a rope down for him, but he wasn't ready to climb out and meet him in the light just yet. They needed more time. Leaving him now was cruel,... it was so cruel.

Yamato stayed in the tree house for a little longer, waiting until the sun was too high for him to stare at it. He had things to do that morning and afternoon, he even left his senpai a note saying he would be busy. Kakashi would work most of the day too, but maybe he could stop by the Hokage's office, just to see how he was. They had so much sex last night, and although Yamato did most of the physical work, it was his senpai who took all his excitement, over and over. The only time he let go of him was to go grab the lube in the bathroom after they rubbed against each other too much to stop there.

After that, Yamato went down on him again, nibbled all over his inner thigh. Kakashi liked that. He held back no groans, grabbed his hair, wanting to be sucked deeper. Yamato made him come again, spread his legs further, thrusted inside him so many times. He came too and went again. Kakashi stopped clinging to the headboard and lazily wrapped his arms around Yamato's neck until they were done. It only took his senpai seconds to fall asleep, rolling to drape an arm over his body. Yamato touched his chest, remembering that weight on him. It was still so vivid.

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