Manly Training! [Private, English]

"... I know, but..I do. I didn't want to admit it, so.... I've just been an ass to you instead."

Minato shut his eyes and shook his head hard - then abruptly launched a jump kick at Kakashi's abdomen.

Of course, it connected as he wasn't prepared, and he landed on the floor a meter or two away, all air leaving his lungs with a grunt, partly in pain as he doubled over a little. "The... The hell was that for?!" he wheezed, trying to catch his breath.

"Get the fuck up and fight me!" Minato yelled, moving after to direct another kick at Kakashi's side.

He rolled away just in time. "Time-out, goddamnit!" he managed to get out between huffing and puffing.

"Hit me!" A kick to Kakashi's thigh. He couldn't handle this. He WOULDN'T handle this. He needed Kakashi pissed off and beating the shit out of him, so he didn't have to deal with .. with all these things Kakashi was suddenly making him doubt.

"Why the heck should I?" he grabbed the foot and twisted Minato's ankle around.

"You're a fuckin' liar! You're just messing with my head!" Minato, ignoring the pain that flared in his ankle, let his knee collide with Kakashi's chest, followed by another fist to the midriff.

A small grunt in recognition of the - for him - mild pain, then he simply grabbed Minato's fist and pulled him down, so that their faces were mere inches from each other. "Do you really think I would lie with this sort of thing?"

That proximity.. that was exactly what he didn't want... "Let - let me.. go.." he stammered, hating how small and insecure his voice suddenly sounded, how he suddenly realised how damn strong and warm Kakashi's body was. He struggled, but all the strength seemed to have left his muscles...

... This might be wrong, but... Now that he was so close, and he got just the smallest whiff of Minato's scent...

Before he knew it, his lips were touching Minato's in a gentle kiss, his otherwise free hand at the back of his head, fingers tangled in the hair that was rather soft despite the appearance.

No. No. NOOO!! Minato felt himself tense up, he had to get out of this, he had to fight this, but.. but.. but fuck.. Kakashi had such damn big hands, and.. and his body.. his smell, the slight sweat and dark spices... a tiny groan came from his throat as automatically, his mouth opened to let in Kakashi's tongue...

Red and grey closed, then, as his tongue, like it'd done with so many others before, began dancing, playing with Minato's... Ever so slowly in the start, but soon quicker.

This was wrong. So god damn wrong. Oh.. fuck.. another sound, low and desperate, when that tongue expertly explored his mouth and.. and his entire body felt on fire, every nerve standing on end for this moment, Kakashi's skin against his..

Just the smallest noise in return, sliding his fingers through Minato's hair, then over the soft skin of his neck. It might be wrong... But it felt so damn good. The hand that'd pulled him in, brushed up Minato's arm, tracing the gentle contours of his biceps.

He should move. Had to move. Right now. This was so fucking wrong. Kushina. He couldn't do this to her but.. oh.. fuck.. that hand, he'd do anything, he'd kill to have that hand touch more of him, and .. and.. maybe.. maybe this was..
Maybe this was why Kakashi could always piss him off so much...
The next moan, deep and horny, impossible to suppress.

- and that hand moved, diving under Minato's shirt to feel up more of the muscles he was finally building, while he writhed his hips, just a little. That sound stirred a certain something.

Was that his groin cup or his -
"Mmph!" Minato protested, as it seemed his brain finally caught up with what was going on, even as a stab of desire, so sharp it was painful, surged through him, his cock swelling... He tore away, staring up at Kakashi with wide, desperate eyes.

And, seeing that look, still gasping for breath, he blushed just a little - hands still at Minato's neck and abs, as the red and grey looked into blue.

He needed to flee or - or punch Kakashi in the face - knee him in the.. Kakashi had.. had really pretty eyes. He.. he also had really pretty lips...

Just a small swallow - then his fingers caressed the soft skin at his neck, again, ever so gently. Almost holding his breath as he did so.

He couldn't work with this. Kakashi was an asshole he could tolerate because Kushina for some reason took pity on the guy and hung around him. Not.. not someone who made Minato's skin burn, his stomach clench when he looked at him like that.. not someone who made him painfully erect with the way Kakashi's breath washed over his skin.. and he just lay there and.. felt.

Then, suddenly, he came to his senses, abruptly pulling his hands back, breaking the gaze and looking off to the side. "... Sorry." He shouldn't... Kushina, Rin.... But it'd felt so.. good..

Minato was still just lying there, staring up at him with wide, desperate blue eyes and a very visible bulge in his training pants.

Biting his lip, just a single drop of saliva lingered on one of the piercings of his snakebite, while he thought, just briefly looking down to acknowledge that, yes, that'd been what he'd felt.