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It’s a sunny day in Konoha, perfectly temperate, with a pleasant breeze and just a hint of humidity, enough to keep the air warm but not enough to make you sweat; all in all, an ideal late-spring afternoon. Kakashi said that he would train with Tenzo today, but he’s already half an hour late, unable to pull himself out of bed--in particular, Gai’s bed--not because he’s tired or sick or used up all his chakra, but because of the stupid agreement he made with Gai before he left on his mission.
At the time, when he agreed, Kakashi had no idea what he was agreeing to. And now, two weeks later, he’s tossing and turning in Gai’s bed, sweating under his clothing as he desperately tries to hold himself still and keep himself from breaking his word to Gai.
He promised. And Gai promised to reward him, if he kept his promise. Gai always keeps his promises. Kakashi wants to be the type of man who keeps his promises too, but he is too easily swept up in his own selfish desires to always keep his word.
This time he’s been good. Even though it’s longer than Kakashi expected (these sorts of solo missions usually last only a few days, but the Land of Iron is four days’ travel from Konoha), he hasn’t touched himself, he hasn’t come--and he’s hardly even cheated, which he is proud of himself for (and he knows Gai will be too, whenever he comes home).
Kakashi flips onto his side, desperately trying to cross his legs and ignore the tension between them. There’s no way he can meet Tenzo like this--he will probably do something to embarrass himself, like coming just from the friction of making a high kick. He’s hardly had any relief at all from his arousal since he woke up this morning, and even if Kakashi isn’t allowed to touch himself, he has to find a way to relieve at least some of the pressure before he loses control.
If Kakashi knew that Gai was going to take so damned long, he might have reconsidered accepting Gai’s parting words: Do you think you can last until I return, darling Rival of mine?
Really, he should have known that Gai was up to no good when he’d asked the question with his hand wrapped around Kakashi’s dick. Gai knows just how easy it is to convince Kakashi to do something when his dick is hard--he is too easily distracted by his urgency to come, eagerly agreeing to just about anything just as long as Gai promises to let him ejaculate.
Even to things as ridiculous as promising not to come until Gai comes home without knowing how long that might take.
With a groan, Kakashi looks around the room, a little embarrassed by the mess he’s made. Since he got here, he’s been busy surrounding himself in the comforting scent of Gai’s sheets which retain a hint of his sweat (Gai is like a furnace when he sleeps; even when he wears nothing more to bed than skimpy underwear, he sweats, unlike Kakashi who sleeps as still and cold as the dead).
He’s also raided Gai’s hamper, and a trail of dirty clothes lead from the closet to the bed, a trail of dirty socks and underwear and shirts. A few items are tangled in the sheets: the yukata Gai wears around the house on lazy nights, and one of his omnipresent green jumpsuits, which Kakashi asked him to wear for three days without changing before he left so that his smell would continue to cling to it for days.
At first, the scent was strong: musky and sweet, with a hint of earthiness, a dank undercurrent of sweat under the arms, a sharp hint of urine at the seam between the legs. Now, though, the scent has faded, and Kakashi has to rely on his memory to fill in the gaps.
He shamefully lifts a handful of green fabric to his nose, huffing deeply. A gentle whiff of Gai’s scent, more a memory than a smell, assaults his nostrils, and he whines shamefully, feeling his cock swell to life between his legs so quickly that it leaves him lightheaded.
Which has been happening more and more as the days drag on and his urgency to come increases. A single stray thought or memory is enough to leave him leaking and needy, and the erections have grown more persistent; they take ages to fade.
For the last three days, he swears he’s been at least half-hard all day long. He leaked so much precum into his underwear while running his errands and restocking the fridge (Gai would be concerned if he thought that Kakashi wasn’t feeding himself properly during his absence) that he had to change them when he got back to the apartment. Now he’s spent the entire afternoon lolling in Gai’s bed, trying to surround himself in the comfort of Gai’s scent while his balls ache with unspent semen.
The first few days hadn’t been so bad. Gai fucked him well that night, fucking the come out of him three times before informing Kakashi that his next orgasm wouldn’t be until he returned, so Kakashi had managed to stick to his normal routine.
But by day five, Kakashi started getting distracted by his dick.
The last couple of days have been torture. He limped through a mission of his own, barely managing to avoid snapping at his teammates because he was so frustrated by the need to come. He has been spending the last three days since his return in Gai’s apartment, which hasn’t been helping matters, but the familiar space is comforting--it has all of Gai’s things, photos and momentoes of the people he loves.
Best of all, it smells like Gai--a little green from the potted plants next to every window, a little spicy from the lingering scent of curry on the walls.
He lifts the jumpsuit to his nose again, shamelessly seeking out the triangle between the legs before taking a deep huff. At the front of the seam, where Gai’s dick rests, there is a hint of uric sharpness; a few inches behind the seam, the smell is muskier, riper, where it must rub against the cheeks of Gai’s ass.
Just the thought of Gai’s ass makes him salivate. Rimming him is one of Kakashi’s favorite things: giving Gai pleasure without being overwhelmed by his own is something he can rarely achieve, and whenever he manages, it fills Kakashi with a swell of pride and strength.
More than that, Kakashi likes the taste and smell of him, even there. He could gorge on it for hours, feeling Gai’s hole contract around his tongue, the taste of him stronger at its source than anywhere else on his body. His dick throbs again, leaking another stream of precum into his boxers, which are starting to get uncomfortably wet again.
For a moment, Kakashi considers changing them again, but he knows that when he is this aroused, he will not be able to keep from touching himself, and then it will only be a matter a moments before he loses control and gives up the challenge.
Greater than his desire to come is his desire to be good for Gai. This isn’t one of their usual challenges; it stokes something deep inside of Kakashi, deeper than the youthful desire to win. Giving up his pleasure, something as intimate as his own orgasm, to Gai calms a bit of the storm of feeling that rages inside him.
At least when Kakashi’s mind is full of thoughts of Gai and their intimate life together, he doesn’t have room in his head to think about all the people he’s lost, all the mistakes he made that led to the circumstances of their deaths. He doesn’t have to think of the lives he’s taken, all the close calls where he nearly lost his own life--or the life of yet another person he cares about.
And maybe part of it is a bargain with fate. If Kakashi can be good, if he can behave and not come before Gai gives him permission even when Gai is not there, then it means that Gai has to come back. He can’t give in, not this time, not until Gai comes home and allows it.
He wants Gai here. Not just because he finally wants to come (although he does, so much so that his whole body is trembling for it), but because he wants the reassurance that Gai is here and whole and, more than anything, alive.
Shamefully, he shoves the green jumpsuit between his legs, grinding down against the smooth fabric and the firmness of the mattress, just a few thrusts, just teasing... With a frustrated moan, he turns onto his back; if he lies on his belly he’s just going to end up humping the mattress again, and that’s against the rules.
It would be too easy to lose control. Kakashi has no choice but to lie frozen on the bed, trying not to wince as the sensitive head of his dick tingles simply from the weight of Gai’s duvet over his body, waiting for his erection to fade on its own.
Maybe he should get up, go train with Tenzou like he’d promised, force himself to get out of Gai’s bed. There’s no chance of his erection fading if he’s surrounded by Gai’s scent, even as faint as it is now. But the idea of leaving the warm, comforting nook of Gai’s sheets makes Kakashi anxious. He doesn’t want to leave Gai’s scent for a minute; when Gai isn’t here to hold and calm him, his smell on his sheets and dirty clothing is enough to calm Kakashi’s omnipresent fear that this time will be that time that Gai doesn’t come back.
He knows it’s stupid--the mission is routine and Gai is a talented shinobi, more than capable of completing his objectives and returning home with hardly a scratch. Kakashi knows this. He trusts that Gai will keep his word and come home, but a part of him nags that Gai coming home safe all depends on Kakashi’s ability to be good.
Sighing, Kakashi rolls against the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position that won’t put too much pressure on his oversensitive dick. He hopes Gai will come back soon--Kakashi doesn’t know how much more of this denial he can take--and he closes his eyes and pulls the sheets over his head, hoping a nap might help him pass the time without giving in to his growing need to come.
The sight of his apartment makes Gai slow his rhythm distractedly, taking the last few stairs before his door with stiff and slow steps.
He had been anxious to arrive home. The days away from the village on solitary missions always were more overwhelming and tiring than normal, a challenge that extinguished the most ardent part of his poignant youth.
Sadly, it had been too much time ever for someone with a spirit as inexhaustible and indomitable as Gai. The last few days away from Konoha had felt like torture and he had been pushing his more than he realized in an attempt to return home as soon as possible, using practically all his strength to run.
And even so, Gai took a breath just in that moment. His muscles burned from battle and his brain was also overwhelmed, blinded by all the sounds and the inevitable violence of the encounter with some rebels he had to overcome.
Only Gai does not take a moment to forget the war or calm the stress in his muscles. No. In reality, Gai takes a few moments outside of his door to smell.
His last shower was exactly five days and six hours ago, and that probably didn’t count as a real shower because he didn’t have soap and the only thing that he used to remove the mud and the enemy blood from his hair and his body was his own hands.
And so Gai is a disaster; his feet are sweaty inside of his sandals and his sweat has turned into an uncomfortable mass all throughout his armpit hair. Although probably the most uncomfortable of all is the cap of smegma that has formed under his foreskin over the last couple of days, so potent and so strong that Gai could smell his own cock when he was sitting down.
Obviously, body odor is normal for shinobi. Long missions are always like this and most of the time, no one gives a second glance when a shinobi with an excess of filth crosses the village. The job requires time, strength, tears, blood, and sweat.
Gai is not ashamed of his sweat, and when he smells his armpit and smiles, it is because he is drunk on the scent.
Well, honestly, Gai is not very conscious of his own scent and the slightly musky aroma that emanates from his underarms is familiar, and in the majority of cases, a little annoying, somewhat strong, that that a single shower cannot eliminate and leave Gai fresh and revitalized despite the ferocious battle.
However, in realty, his scent means more in addition to the proof of his strength. Actually, it is a type of contract. No, it can even include something more important than a simple contract!
Gai’s scent is affection and love! And his lungs fill with pleasure when he lifts his arm and breathes deeply, feeling satisfied with the work that his body has done during his mission.
His smile grows larger and Gai finally relaxes enough to take the last few steps towards his apartment, knowing exactly what he will fine.
“I’m home!” Gai’s voice is firm and it echoes in the hall like a ray of light, making the walls tremble before the small and pitiful sound responds from the background.
“Gai?”
Kakashi’s voice sounds wounded and strained. It seems he has been here for a while and Gai hurries to remove his shoes, enjoying the sensation of the cold floors on the sole of his feet before an uneasy sensation washes over him.
For many years, Gai used to rush to return from his missions for altogether different reasons than he does now.
Back then, he was afraid of Kakashi dying. It was a constant fear ever since Sakumo died and during Kakashi’s time in ANBU there was a very latent possibility that Gai was living on the edge of desperation, intending to save Kakashi at the same time that he was fighting for his own life.
Fortunately, however, today he does not expect the same horrible scene every time he returns home.
First, because ANBU is finally over. But more than anything, because Kakashi already doesn’t have willpower over himself.
The choice of words is a little alarming, probably. Gai would prefer to say that Kakashi found a balance and that his beautiful soul has overcome the difficulties of his past and fount peace.
But this would be a lie. And Gai cannot lie about something as important as Kakashi’s life!
His rival had an explosive way of managing his existence: self-destructive, chaotic, without limits, impulsive, full of emotional outbursts and would become uncontrollable as a result of his depression.
And the only possible alternative was to take away his control over himself.
So Gai did. Slowly, he gave up his will to Gai. And slowly, Kakashi ceded his volition to him, letting go of himself to be controlled by Gai instead of fighting alone against his outbursts and impulses.
Of course, this was all part of Kakashi’s relief. Gai would not do anything to hurt him or do greater emotional damage than his valiant Rival has to confront every day.
Controlling Kakashi is for Kakashi’s own good. And so Gai reduced Kakashi’s training time in order to avoid causing a depletion of chakra. He also ordered Kakashi not to touch himself when he was not there, forbidding him to finish before Gai himself permitted it.
And surprisingly, Kakashi is an obedient boy if he is dealing with Gai. Kakashi enjoys not giving into his impulses and with time, Gai had learned to enjoy this denial, proud and satisfied when Kakashi behaves docilely and obeys and order, suppressing his outbursts to change them into the ability to live like a normal person who does not live buried in madness, shining like a ball of instinctive impulses that are a product of constant crisis and desperation.
Control, in this sense, makes him human again.
And Gai always has said that patience is the greatest virtue!
“Gai!” Kakashi’s anxious voice calls from the bedroom and the sound of bare feet against the hardwood floor makes Gai tremble, almost giving in to his own impulse to run and meet Kakashi.
Of course, Gai has enough control for the two of them. Giving into an emotional impulse of his own is not an alternative to taking into account all the time that they have been at each other’s sides.
Kakashi must be at his limit. And Gai must assure himself that he will not push past this boundary no matter what happens between them.
“Kakashi, my most loved and desired Rival, what a relief to know that you have honored me with your visit!” His voice is forceful despite the tremor in his muscles and his smile is friendly and polite, practically an impenetrable wall against the desperate expression Kakashi gives him from the end of the hallway.
“Gai.” Kakashi’s voice could hardly even be considered a voice, and even at this distance, Gai can see the size of his pupil and the tremor in his hands from his impatience.
“How has life treated you in my absence, Rival?” His conversation is a curtain to release the tension in his body and to carry Kakashi’s feet across the floor.
Gai is not only ruled by his body, but also his mind. Total control over Kakashi’s existence is in his hands and something as simple as a conversation is, at its core, an order.
“I... suppose it’s fine.” Kakashi clears his throat, looking at Gai with an instinctive plea that must be painful.
Gai knows exactly what Kakashi wants. He knows that Kakashi is eager for his sexual release. And he knows that Kakashi is going mad after days of not being able to touch himself during the time that Gai was not there, like a caged animal.
“I see you have been spending time in my house, Rival. Have you been doing anything interesting?” Gai smiles with affection and slowly moves closer to Kakashi, extending a hand in a signal to “halt” when Kakashi tries to step forward.
Kakashi loves Gai. And clearly, Gai loves him back, adoring him with every part of his noble spirit and his marvelously strong and indescribably Roman body. It’s just that, although Gai knows how to control his most beautiful expressions of love, Kakashi has had to give in in order to learn.
In any other moment, Kakashi would have tried to take all of Gai for himself and then feed his own pleasure in a selfish outburst. He used to be blind against his impulses. Kakashi did not have any consideration, not even in sex, and he was not strong enough to suppress the irrationality that made him hungry and desperate, doing things quickly with the single intention to come.
But now...
“Mnh, I don’t think so.” Kakashi lowered his gaze and he moved away from the door to allow Gai to enter into the bedroom, keeping still even when his hands tremble from the excitement at Gai’s closeness.
“Oh,” Gai breathes, and then he turns all around the room with a pinch of astonishment.
Kakashi usually suffers during his absences, Gai knows that perfectly well. And the disorder in his room is an abstract show of desire.
“Mhn, I didn’t know when you would come back.”
Kakashi’s comment is a simple, only half an explanation, but Gai doesn’t need any more words to understand.
He knows how much his Rival loves the feeling of permanence. Scent. Gai’s scent. And he is a little sad when Gai takes a breath and realizes that his now doesn’t even smell like him, more like a mix between Kakashi’s smell and a dog.
“You’ve been here for several days, haven’t you, Rival?” Gai gives him a judging look, and, secretly, sniffs with more force to try and capture an additional essence.
Gai doesn’t have as powerful a sense of smell as Kakashi, nor is he a tracking ninja, but he would be able to pick out the smell of Kakashi’s semen from any direction.
But surprisingly, there is nothing more than his own fading odor and the strong and neutral smell of Kakashi’s body.
“Gai, can I?” Kakashi swallows saliva, cleaning the sweat off his hands on his pants while giving Gai a begging glance full of hazy pain.
He must have been waiting all this time for a little bit of Gai’s true scent. Kakashi is an addict, sensitive to this trait, and the proof is that all the sheets in his room are exposed as if Kakashi has been smelling them. However, even more than that, this is also the reason that Gai has not run immediately to the shower.
“Do you want to do it so soon, Kakashi?” Gai is laughing with a hint of a joke and he takes a moment to remove his tactical vest and the bag of weapons, repeating the hand signal for “halt” when it seems like Kakashi is going to launch himself on top of him. “Well, if that’s so, I suppose that is due to having behaved well, no?”
Gai signaled between his legs, taking a second to enjoy the slight weight of his body while Kakashi seems to grow more and more tense, trying to sniff the air without being able to get enough of what Gai knows he loves so much.
A change from his complete control, Gai will reward him--if Kakashi obeys exactly what Gai says, he will let Kakashi come closer and smell. And if not, well, then Gai will go immediately to the shower and deny him any type of closeness even if Gai himself misses it.
“I didn’t touch myself.” Kakashi is licking his lips in an indication of anxiety and he lifts his hands, looking at Gai like a puppy who has been hit with mud. “I swear.”
Gai swallows and looks at him with a critical eye. Kakashi doesn’t usually lie to him and, at the same time, there’s no evidence of his semen anywhere. However, it is too messy, and Gai knows how much his intrepid and admirable Rival likes to masturbate while smelling his things.
“In that case, it wouldn’t bother you to show me, right?” Gai arcs a brow and gives Kakashi a comfortable, happy smile, signaling between his legs with his right hand.
But in order to be fair, Gai can’t blame him. Kakashi was a mess for a long time and Gai has cried and sweat to put his life back together. Kakashi at least owes him this, and he does not hesitate for a single second more before unbuttoning Gai’s pants, lowering his boxers and his uniform down to his knees in order to reveal his cock.
His penis is half-hard and irritated, completely aching from spontaneous erections that came out of nowhere when Gai wasn’t there. But the clearest proof that Kakashi has behaved is the size of his testicles, completely full of all the semen he has not had the ability to release.
“This is perfect, Rival! You have done such a good job for so many days!” Gai smiles and lifts a thumb in a symbol of celebration, making sure that Kakashi can feel his pride and also so that he will get a little harder, ready to finally receive his reward.
“Can I do it yet?” Kakashi passes a hand over his heavy testicles and caresses himself a bit, afraid to come suddenly and lose what he has been longing for just when it is right in front of him.
Gai’s face softens at the sweet tone and he seems to take a moment to observe Kakashi, to measure his anxiety and need, and after a few seconds that feel like torture, Gai finally responds.
“Yes, my beloved Rival, you have earned this!”
Gai gives him a smile and contracts his muscles at the same time in order to avoid getting knocked down when Kakashi can no longer contain his impulses and finally launches over him, lowering his mask as fast as he can before moving forward.
Gai’s scent is his addiction and his fantasy. And Kakashi loves smelling his close, he loves the strength of Gai’s scent, the sensation of Gai in his purest state, most visceral, most honest.
His face rubs immediately against him and Gai gasps when Kakashi obliges him to lift his arms, enjoying the scented vapor of his body before burying his nose directly into Gai’s left armpit.
Gai’s smell is strong, a little syrupy at the base, and Kakashi takes a mouthful of air with so much strength that it makes him feel as dizzy as if he were drunk. The first inhale is always the best. And Kakashi always prefers to begin gently.
Gai remains quiet and maintain his position even if Kakashi jumps on him, running his nose over the little humid hollow of Gai’s pecs that smell a bit like grass and pine trees, as if Gai has been rubbing against trees for many days and the dried leaves have stuck to his skin.
It’s a good smell, very faint and even honeyed, and Kakashi only takes a couple of breaths before moving over to the enormous sweat stain over Gai’s right armpit, where the scent is always much stronger.
Gai gasps again when Kakashi buries his nose, and then Kakashi simply loses himself in the acidic smell of sweat and grime, of dirt an the spicy undertone that makes Kakashi choke and swallow saliva, sniffing Gai’s skin with more desperation despite the fact that his clothing is obstructing a great quantity of his essence.
“I need more,” Kakashi murmurs after a few moments, speaking aloud even if that request is the only line in his brain, intoxicated by the pleasure of having Gai’s smell inside of his head.
Gai doesn’t resist, of course, and Kakashi slides his hands and nose down, feeling very little as he slides his face over the solid form of Gai’s abdominals.
His smell is soft in this area, light as though a layer of his sweat has dried in the sun and Kakashi takes a couple of simple breaths, lowering his head when he finally kneels in front of Gai.
This too is his reward for having been obedient and having controlled his urges and Kakashi moans aloud, rubbing his entire face between Gai’s legs while taking mouthfuls of air through his open mouth.
Gai’s smell is delicious here. And Gai’s dick is getting hard when Kakashi caresses his clothing with his lips, licking the bulging shape of his testicles and his shaft.
Kakashi’s own cock has stiffened totally and the tip is dripping between his legs, threatening to explode and let out all the semen that has accumulated during so many days.
But Kakashi doesn’t pay attention to his physical arousal and he inhales when Gai’s cock grows warm and grows below his nose, pushing the Spandex fabric until Kakashi can pick out the acidic odor of his precome from all the other smells.
“More.” Kakashi moans again against the hot and strongly-smelling cock, dragging his hands towards Gai’s heavy bulge in search of the small opening hidden in the front of his jumpsuit.
It’s a small opening the jumpsuit has to make it easier to urinate without taking off all your clothes, and Kakashi shoves his fingers there, pulling the folds of Spandex before pulling out Gai’s dick.
The scent of urine and filth is overwhelming, and Kakashi’s mouth salivates when he sees the heavy, juicy thickness in front of him, reveling in the sweat of Gai’s testicles and the smegma that has formed all around the head in the last few days without bathing properly.
“Kakashi, are you sure?” Gai’s question is recurrent and soft, spoken with a pinch of shyness and shame about the how filthy his body is.
But Kakashi’s answer is always the same, and Gai’s question remains hanging in the room, floating closer towards Kakashi’s ears while he closes his eyes and brings his face closer to Gai’s cock, rubbing his lips against the hot and salty flesh that he finds.
The taste is as penetrating as the smell, and Kakashi inhales desperately while shoving Gai’s dick into his mouth, slipping it between his teeth until sliding it into the wet interior of his cheeks like a popsicle.
Gai’s smegma is creamy, agonizing, magic, and Kakashi removes the foreskin from the head with his tongue like an expert, swallowing around the milky consistency that is sliding towards his throat and filling him with its bitter, filthy flavor.
Gai gasps and his cock stretches against Kakashi’s palate, releasing precum directly into Kakashi’s throat in a way that only makes the taste of smegma more potent, motivating him to suck more desperately in order to collect every drop of Gai’s essence inside him.
Gai’s cock thrusts into the back of Kakashi’s mouth when he swallows a little more, and then, Kakashi finally directs the entire length into his throat, choking on the mushroom head before acclimating himself to the thickness which makes him gasp in pleasure, content when the lumpy reside of smegma cleans itself off against the back of his mouth.
Gai’s pubic hair tickles him when Kakashi swallows a little more, and his breath becomes erratic when the smell of Gai’s testicles mixes with all the other odors, resulting in a sharp and penetrating smell when Kakashi finally swallows Gai’s entire cock until his nose brushes against Gai’s pubes, sniffing the thick and coarse hairs with pleasure and drinking down the mix of smegma, saliva, and precum.
Gai inhales and makes a sound of pleasure when Kakashi moves his head, pulling back on his cock before swallowing it again, sucking it down from tip to base a couple of times until the sticky consistency of his smegma is gone and the only taste that remains is Kakashi’s own saliva, making him feel satisfied for having left Gai’s skin completely clean.
“More.” Kakashi whispers aloud when he finally lets go of Gai’s cock and cleaves his nose into Gai’s testicles in order to inundate himself with the scent one last time before descending towards his leg.
Kakashi needs more smells. More rewards. And his nose is immediately attracted by the acidic smell of Gai’s feet, which are firmly stuck to the floor.
His head moves forward until his forehead touches the cold wooden surface, and he quickly intends to smell Gai’s toes when his hands close around Gai’s ankles, keeping still as if he wants to begin and end just right here.
“Kakashi, wait a little, please.” Gai’s voice is cheerful and rough, and however much Kakashi feels the desire to ignore him and shove his nose in between Gai’s toes, he straightens when Gai gives him a gentle touch. “You have won this, Rival, so be a little patient and let me do something nice for you.”
Gai steps back from Kakashi in a sudden movement, working the zipper of his Spandex jumpsuit open and discarding the crumpled fabric onto the floor. A wave of odor emanates from his now-naked body, unimpeded by the fabric and filling the space between them, and Kakashi inhales deeply, feeling dizzy as he watches Gai back up until the mattress touches his thighs and he falls heavily against the bed, legs splayed expectantly.
That’s all the invitation Kakashi needs to crawl forward, still on his knees, to position himself between Gai’s thighs before he drops down to the floor, his fingers wrapped around Gai’s left ankle.
He lifts the foot to his face, letting Gai position himself on the mattress for a better angle as he pushes his nose to the sole of Gai’s foot. It’s still sticky with a light layer of sweat, which only excites Kakashi more. His cock, neglected and swollen between his legs, lets out a stream of precum, and it takes all of his will to keep from easing the ache with a touch.
Kakashi has better things to do. He buries his nose at the curve where Gai’s toes meet the sole of his foot, where the folds of skin hold onto the smells. Gai’s feet smell different from the rest of him, less musky, more sharp, with a tang that reminds Kakashi of the aged rice wine vinegar Gai prefers with his dumplings. Kakashi has a delicate palate--the taste was always too strong for him to enjoy, although a part of him thrills at the thought of licking Gai’s feet.
His tongue teases out from between his lips, diving into the space between Gai’s toes. The skin here is moist, tasting salty and sharp like Gai’s sweat with an almost-fermented undertone; the taste walks the line between sharp and pleasant, like a rich cheese, and Kakashi gorges himself on the taste, taking small, quick licks to acclimate to strong flavor before using the whole of his tongue to bathe Gai’s feet in his saliva.
Gai twitches on the bed, trying to hold himself still--he’s always been ticklish here, and Kakashi knows it costs him a lot of effort to keep from laughing. But Kakashi has always been sensitive about this kink of his, and Gai knows the kind of humiliation he needs: harsh words are OK, even degrading ones, but the slightest hint of laughter, being made fun of, and Kakashi shuts down.
He’s thankful to Gai for respecting this limit of his as he allows Kakashi to gorge himself on his feet, but Kakashi doesn’t want to accidentally push Gai over the line, so he reluctantly licks from Gai’s toes down to his ankle, moving higher, rubbing his face along Gai’s hairy calf and taking deep breaths, memorizing how his smell changes from strong and acidic to something gentler, muskier, as he ascends.
Kakashi skips over the hollow behind Gai’s knee (it’s another one of his ticklish spots) to lave up Gai’s hairy thigh. The smell is stronger here now that Gai is naked, and Kakashi pushes Gai’s thigh against his own stomach to expose him.
Gently, he brushes Gai’s testicles out of the way with the back of his hand, revealing the tightly furled hole. A small dusting of fine hairs surrounds the tiny orifice, and Kakashi can already imagine them tickling against his tongue as he teases the tiny hole open.
“Gai, let me...” Kakashi’s voice chokes off, unable to verbalize what he wants, too ashamed to say the words aloud.
Gai traces his fingertips against Kakashi’s jaw, his chin, the shape of his lower lip, before he breaks the contact to pull his other thigh up against his chest, giving Kakashi even more access to his anus. “Of course you may, my beloved Rival. You’ve been so patient, so good, all this time. How could I ever deny you?”
Kakashi whimpers, Gai’s gentle permission going straight to his cock. His mind is already cloudy from the force of his pent-up desire, almost drunk on the scent of Gai’s unwashed body, which is as thick and intoxicating as a mouthful of sake. Only once he’s completed this act, completed the ritual, will he be able to believe that Gai is truly here, truly safe, truly his.
He licks a line down the seam between Gai’s testicles, their sparse, wiry hairs tickling against his tongue. Gai sighs, and the deep inhale of breath pushes his belly and thighs up to mash Kakashi’s nose into the smooth skin of his perineum. The scent is stronger here, headier; it sends a throb of need directly to Kakashi’s balls, so strong it makes his vision swim in and out of focus, and he needs a moment to steady himself before continuing to nuzzle the smooth skin, deliberately avoiding the wrinkled furl of Gai’s anus.
Kakashi’s saliva pools under his tongue expectantly, eager to dive in and taste, but a part of him wants to tease Gai a little, try and get him back for all the frustration he’s caused Kakashi just because of his stupid order not to come. His hand steals up to grasp Gai’s dick by the base. It’s softened a bit, puffy but not stiff, but a few strokes later it thickens nicely in Kakashi’s hand.
He has to fight the impulse to swallow his saliva before he’s had a chance to spread it across Gai’s hole. He lets the moisture rest in his mouth, under his tongue, waiting, expectant, almost tempted to suck Gai’s cock again, but he’s already completed that part of the ritual. There is one last thing, one final step, and Kakashi finally stops teasing Gai’s perineum and laves his tongue over Gai’s anus.
Immediately, a wave of sensation washes over him, a mix of taste and smell so strong that it threatens to choke him, and his eyes sting from the force of it, the smell of Gai distilled down to its very essence. The first sip always makes Kakashi cough, like he’s downed a shot of strong alcohol too quickly, and he sputters a few times before collecting himself and pressing the flat of his tongue against Gai’s anus, feeling its wrinkled texture and thick taste on his tongue.
It’s still tight, but Kakashi has been patient: he can wait a little longer for his prize. A little lube would probably help ease the way, but Kakashi prefers to do things with his lips and tongue alone. Even their good lube, the fancy kind that Gai splurges on, has a plasticky aftertaste. Kakashi doesn’t want to taste the lube--he wants to taste the essence of Gai, right from the source.
The taste is thicker here: it sticks to his tongue, coating his tastebuds. Many parts of Gai’s body have a musky smell, but the musk of his hole has a particular dankness that is unlike anything else Kakashi has ever tasted, a unique flavor that he craves. Kakashi swirls his tongue around in gentle circles, collecting more of Gai’s taste as he waits for the tight orifice to relax enough to be penetrated, moaning softly against Gai’s cheeks.
Gai lets out an answering groan, reaching down to bury his hands in Kakashi’s unruly white hair, yanking him closer. “I haven’t bathed in five days, not since I left the borders of Iron, just like you asked.”
It’s all Kakashi can do to whimper--his lips, his tongue are too preoccupied with servicing Gai’s hole to properly answer the question. It’s degrading, to have his mouth on this part of Gai after so many days without bathing, but the taboo of the act just gets Kakashi off more. He wishes he could convince Gai to go without a bath for a week, two weeks, letting Kakashi service him in this way every night, with his mouth on all of Gai’s sweatiest, most intimate parts, greedily sucking down every morsel of flavor until Gai’s scent sticks to him like a second skin.
Gai’s hand in his hair pulls back, forcing Kakashi’s mouth to break its contact with his hole, the popping sound of broken suction echoing between them. “Tell me, love, do you like the taste of my young and nubile body?”
Kakashi’s tongue is thick with Gai’s taste when he answers. “Fuck, I could lick you all night long.” His dick, which he’s forgotten about, so distracted by eating Gai out, pulses between Kakashi’s legs from the shame of admitting how much he loves to taste Gai’s filthy skin. He’s still achingly hard and will probably need to come at least twice before making good on his promise, but the offer still stands.
Gai holds him in place a moment longer, looking down between his legs to take in Kakashi’s expression. Kakashi knows what he must look like, his lips swollen and cheeks red from friction, cock so hard that it’s practically purple, pupils wide and desperate with hunger.
There is a hunger inside of Kakashi that only Gai can quench. It grows day by day when he is gone, carving out the space that used to belong to Kakashi’s internal organs until there is an empty space left than only Gai can fill. Nothing else staunches the craving, makes the awful emptiness behind his ribcage where his stomach should be stop aching--
Then, gently, Gai’s hands release his hair, which Kakashi takes as his permission to continue his feast on Gai’s hole. He starts sprinkling little suckling kisses against the tight orifice, feeling it twitch against his mouth before he lets his tongue slip between his lips and prod at its center.
Kakashi has begun to acclimate to the strength of Gai’s smell and taste, so he uses more of his tongue, coating his tastebuds with the residue of Gai’s essence. The flavor is so concentrated here that Kakashi hums in pleasure, lapping harder at the tight bud, forcing it to give up more of its taste as it relaxes open.
He feels the instant that Gai’s hole softens enough for him to drill the tip of his tongue inside, and Kakashi anxiously wriggles the muscle past the tight cling of Gai’s rim. It takes some patience, and some creative angling of Kakashi’s chin, but he manages to work enough of his tongue inside to flick it against Gai’s inner walls, collecting more of the musky flavor in his mouth. The taste is so rich that it makes him salivate, and Kakashi lets the drool dribble out of his mouth to wet the quivering muscle of Gai’s anus, letting his spit ease the way for his tongue as it pushes deeper, craving more.
Gai sighs and gasps, anxiously bearing down against Kakashi’s tongue and easing its way inside. “You’re doing so well, darling.”
Kakashi lets out a little satisfied whimper in response, the sigh of a man who has already gorged himself at the dinner table but has no intention of stopping before the final course. He mouths at Gai’s dirty hole, sighing, drooling, dizzy--Gai’s smell, his taste, blots out everything else, and finally the anxiety Kakashi has been feeling while Gai was gone fades away. Now that Gai’s scent and taste are clinging to Kakashi’s mouth and skin and hair, marking him as his, Kakashi has proof that Gai is really here, really alive, really his. He’s returned home, and the proof is in the way that Gai's taste and smell clings to the both of them, humid and living as breath.
Gai’s balls jostle against his nose, and Kakashi stretches his neck to see one of Gai’s huge, broad hands wrapped around his thick, dripping dick. He wishes the angle wasn’t so awkward; he’s always liked to look at Gai’s cock when he gets himself off, but even if he can’t see what Gai is doing, he can hear the unmistakable slick of a foreskin in a fist, of testicles slapping against thighs as Gai pulls up and down on his dick. “You’re so good with your tongue, Kakashi. I could come just like this.”
Kakashi whines again, right into Gai’s rim. The muscle clenches with the stimulation, and Kakashi has to stiffen his tongue to keep it inside against the pressure. Gai’s hand moves faster on his cock; between the sound of Gai’s cock in his own fist and Kakashi slurping his tongue up Gai’s ass, the bedroom echoes with wet, desperate sounds.
Suddenly, Gai shifts to sit up. It’s all the warning that Kakashi gets before a broad hand dives into his hair, yanking it to pull his face out from between Gai’s thighs to look into his eyes. A tendril of shame settles into his belly--Kakashi knows what he must look like, drooling, flushed, lips and chin chafed raw, his own cock purpling neglected between his thighs--and he tries to look away, but Gai won’t let him.
“You’ve been so good, my love. It’s my turn to give you your prize,” Gai murmurs, still stroking himself as he forces Kakashi to look up into his eyes, and he angles his dick down, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the plump head. The tiny hole of his urethra dilates, and Kakashi opens his mouth, waiting for the semen to flood his tongue and face. But Gai bypasses Kakashi’s eager mouth, aiming lower--
The first spurt falls on Kakashi’s neck. The second, more abundant than the first, falls on his chest, streaking his collarbone white, and then a torrent of sperm shoots over his chest, its strong, chlorinated scent distinct from the mix of Gai’s underarms and ass. There’s so much and the smell is so strong that Kakashi wonders if Gai has also been holding it in, saving his semen in order to give it to Kakashi all at once. The thoughts sends another spasm of arousal between his own legs, reminding him how hard he is and how much time has passed since he has been allowed to come.
“Gai...” His voice has a ruined pitch tone now, trembling between spasms of eagerness and the oversensitivity of his nose, now that his entire body is bathed in the penetrating odor of sperm. “Gai...”
Gai gives his face a one-handed caress, smearing a bit of his semen across Kakashi’s cheek while following directing the last drops from his dick onto Kakashi’s skin, as if he were spilling white paint against a blank canvas.
“I know, I know. I haven’t forgotten what I promised.” Gai’s post-orgasmic voice is much softer than his usual tone, but in some way it manages to fill Kakashi’s brain with a feeling of pride for having been able to hold it until now. “You’ve behaved yourself very well, Rival, and so... you can come!”
Kakashi’s cock gets even harder, almost ejaculating on the floor just from receiving the order with the knowledge that Gai is satisfied with his work.
And although Kakashi wants to do so many things to him and maybe try one of the many fantasies that he had while Gai was gone, he knows that there is only one thing that would make him feel complete.
His hands grab Gai by the ankles again, laying him down on the bed with his legs pushed up as though he wants to be penetrated, wants Kakashi to come deep inside him. But Kakashi can save an orgasm inside him for another day. Right now, there is a painful feeling clawing at his heart, and Kakashi has to feed it what it needs before it can drive him crazy.
Gai gives him a nod when Kakashi hesitates at the last moment, always a little worried that all of this is just a dream and none of it is real. That Gai has not come back from his mission. That Kakashi is still alone.
Of course, this is real. This has to be real. No fantasy could ever leave him drowning this way in the depths of his nasal passages and no illusion could be filling his mouth with such a strong taste.
And the only thing that is missing for Kakashi to be sure that he has succeded is his own essence, the confirmation of his own existence on top of Gai’s scent.
Kakashi keeps holding Gai’s legs up, sliding his purpling erection between Gai’s balls until the reddened tip frots against the flaccid shape of Gai’s penis in a few circular motions before he feels the orgasm that he has wanted so badly finally wash over his body.
The tremor is as strong as he imagined, and soon all the white, thick stream hits against Gai’s stomach, splashing his chest and his face when Kakashi’s orgasm is copious enough to create a tiny river between Gai’s abs that runs all the way up to his neck and floods the curve of the skin just below his chin.
Kakashi barely moans, and he cannot look away from the sight of all his semen, as if Gai were even more attractive bathed in Kakashi’s sperm, but, more than anything, bathed in his scent.
“Kakashi...” Gai shoots him a calming smile, probably intending to get closer to him, or maybe thinking about giving some kind of emotional lecture in order to assure him that he is not going to leave.
However, Kakashi needs more confirmation. Just one more. Just a little more.
His face tilts towards the little puddle of sperm, and before his mind can form a single coherent thought, he breathes in, feeling the thick liquid go up his nostrils with so much pressure that he chokes, coughing when his brain burns with the intrusive moisture and his throat fills with the intense flavor of his semen mixed with Gai’s smell. Mixed with the confirmation that they are together. That Gai is here. That he has been marked. That he is completely Kakashi’s.
Gai runs a tender palm over his back to calm his cough, and so that Kakashi will not choke anymore, until finally blowing his nose in its own puddle before taking up desperate sip of air like a child who has tried to breathe underwater.
“Are you OK?” Gai murmurs, and he caresses Kakashi’s face, mixing the residue of his semen with Kakashi’s own sperm, which is already running down the tip of his nose. “Do you feel better?”
Kakashi nods, looking tranquil and sated despite the mess dripping down his face and stomach, and Gai gathers him close, laying them both down on the bed, side to side, holding Kakashi’s face to his chest. He can hear Kakashi’s breath, hear him snuffling, trying to take in more of Gai’s scent even now that the ritual is complete.
“You came back,” Kakashi whispers against Gai’s chest.
“I promised I would! And I am a man of my word,” Gai says simply, resisting the urge to give a thumb’s up.
Kakashi seems to sense what he’s thinking, and his lips crinkle with a smile against the bare skin of Gai’s shoulder. “Always so dramatic,” he snorts. “Remind me again why I’m in love with you.”
Now it is Gai’s turn to snort. “My virile, manly scent?”
Kakashi takes another deep whiff of Gai’s skin. “Mhn, that’s part of it.”
And Gai hears what Kakashi is really saying: he has too many reasons to list them all. Kakashi may have a cool exterior, but Gai knows just how deep Kakashi’s feelings run. Unlike Gai, who wears his feelings without restraint, Kakashi can only be vulnerable in moments like these, when only Gai is watching.
Now that Gai has come home and completed Kakashi’s ritual, his body is slack and relaxed in Gai’s arms, all the earlier tension in his muscles gone, breaths deep and slow. The tension he carried from the uncertainty about when Gai would return, if he would return--the world has been cruel to Kakashi, Gai knows. He’s lost a father, lost friends, but Kakashi has more memorial stones than living people in his life.
Out of all of them, only Gai can hold Kakashi close, anchoring him to the living world. The smell of death is distinct, immediately recognizable. So is the scent of life, the living stink of a human body, and when Kakashi snuffles happily against Gai’s armpit, he is just reassuring himself of Gai’s return, sweaty and alive.
Long ago, when Kakashi was teetering on the edge of desperation and suicide, Gai made it his mission, his own self-challenge, to help Kakashi any way he can, and after a long absence, this is what Kakashi needs. Gai would be lying if he said that Kakashi’s need doesn’t stoke something in him, too--knowing that he is the source of Kakashi’s peace, that he has managed to calm Kakashi’s turbulent nature, makes something possessive and primal rise up in Gai’s chest.
Kakashi is his, he is Kakashi’s. You don’t have to be an Inuzuka to smell the claim they have on each other. It is on their skin, their breath, penetrating their bodies down to the bone.
Kakashi might belong to Gai, but Gai belongs to Kakashi in return.
Gai will always return to Kakashi.
It is dangerous, for men in their line of work, to promise such things, but not even death itself could keep Gai from coming back.
Kakashi’s snuffles slow, almost into a snore, tearing Gai out of his thoughts, and he nudges Kakashi’s lazy weight. “Come, love. Let’s take a shower.”
“Mhn,” Kakashi mumbles, burying his face in Gai’s neck and slinging a thigh over Gai’s hips, possessively pinning him to the bed. “Not yet. Just a little longer...”
Gai pushes Kakashi’s bushy white hair back to press a kiss against his forehead, careful not to disturb the white smears of semen on Kakashi’s face. Although he knows Kakashi will complain later about how much he has to scrub to get the dried sperm off, after one of these challenges, Kakashi always likes to wallow in their mess.
“A little longer,” Gai agrees, shifting to align their bodies closer, which makes Kakashi sigh appreciatively when the mess on their bellies and chests mix together, filling the room with the singular scent of their sex. Even Gai, whose nose isn’t nearly as strong as Kakashi’s, can sense it, musky, masculine, sharp, and he takes a deep whiff to fill his sinuses with the familiar smell of the aftermath of their love, the smell of home and belonging.
They can linger a little longer. After all, Gai has been gone for a long time--they have a lot to make up for.