Title: Love Hurts
Rating: R!!! YAOI LEMON SMUT OMG!!!!! NO FLAMERS!!!
Summary: A chance encounter and two lives are changed forever! I suck at summaries. REVIEWS PLZ ONEGEISHAMASE!
Young hot and 18-year old Asuma (AN: yeah when he was 18 he was so hot, like an older Shikamaru but tanner and WAY more muscles. RIPPED. I've seen Gai-sensei's photo album. Believe it or not.) was sitting on the couch in his house smoking and staring off into space like usual with a look on his face like @_@ this except with a beard. Maybe more like >:)e THERE.
So Asuma was sitting there smoking and staring off into space like >:)e when there was a tap at the window.
Asuma turned and looked out the window. There, in the chill night air, was his friend Hatakay Kakashi, whom he knew from the Anbu. Kakashi was wearing his sexywexy Anbu uniform still. He opened Asuma's window and let himself in.
"Just go ahead and let yourself in, why don't you?" Asuma said, but he was being sarcastic. That means he really thought Kakashi shouldn't just let himself in. Now Asuma was confused as to why his friend was visiting so late, so his face looked like O_o? but with a beard. So like, >;/e
Young sexy Kakashi turned to young ripped Asuma. "Asuma-kun," he said in a low voice. "I need something from you tonight."
Asuma raised one eyebrow but didin't move. He stared at the slender, lithe boy before him, his tight tight black outfit hugging every contour of his young manly body, muscles twitching for action, energy stored and ready to burst forth at a moment's notice. Kakashi's body was a deadly weapon and he should have been arrested for concealing it.
Kakashi strode silently across the room to where Asuma still sat on the couch. He stared into the larger boy's eyes with his mysterious sexy mismatched gaze. "Oh, my bear-chan," Kakashi purred. "Love me!"
"Scarecrow," Asuma muttered, openmouthed with surprise. "I never knew you.... you know...."
"Oh but I have," Kakashi grinned, behind his mask. "I have for so long."
"Really." Asuma scratched his head and puffed on his cigarette.
"Bear-chan, you shouldn't smoke so," Kakashi admonished him, snatching the cigarette from Asuma's thick fingers. "It's so naughty."
"I'd do anything for you, even give up breathing. But... naughty?" grinned Asuma, as Kakashi climbed up into his lap, groping Asuma's crotch like a curious puppy. "Who's being naughty now?"
"You are," the scarecrow answered. "You're haunting my dreams."
"Oh Scarecrow," Asuma sighed breathily, his arms tightening about the white-haired boy's waist. "I have wanted you for oh so long.... but I was afraid, afraid of what you might think, afraid they might kick me out of the village for harboring such dirty dirty thoughts.... It's so wrong, what I feel for you, my love, my darling..."
"I know, love," Kakashi whispered into Asuma's ear. "It's all right, it's our little secret."
Asuma sighed and laid his head on Kakashi's shoulder, his eyes bright with tears. "I feel so loved, so safe with you, my scarecrow..."
"Shall we make love, lover?"
"Yes, lover! Let's!"
So Kakashi and Asuma made sweet sweet love all night long. And they didn't use lube. Because it was true love.
"Oh, Kakashi, are you done yet? It, it hurts..."
"Yes, my koibito love chan," Kakashi said, pulling out of Asuma. "There now. See, was it all that hard, to love a scarecrow?"