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This is my reply to the "taste" challenge at the Yonkaka community on LJ. Anyway... I encourage concrit. In fact, I beg for it. Heavy on the critcism - I need guidance when it comes to writing Yonkaka. I'm new - destroy my pitiful attempt and burn the remains with scathing comments. ^-^

Warnings for mansex! And the voices in Minato's head. Minato Namikaze, by the way, is the confirmed name of the Yondaime.



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The hint of sky Minato could see through the cracked navy curtains was a sickly white that exactly matched his skin when he was hungover.

This was the case at the moment. That is, he was hungover. Severely. Even the pale, colorless slice of sky that was visible made him close his eyes hastily and retreat safely into darkness. He could taste the sour dryness of his mouth. Kami, he needed some water. And he was warm. Almost stiflingly warm.

'Wait,' a voice in his head that sounded a lot like Tsunade muttered. 'Wait...navy curtains?'

Minato froze and very carefully started taking in his surroundings like he should have the moment he regained consciousness.

This was not his room. The source of heat was a hard, molded body that was wrapped around him. Their legs were entwined and a muscled arm was wrapped around his waist. If the faceless body's flat chest wasn't enough to clue Minato in to his space heater's sexuality, then the lightly haired legs were. Minato started mentally banging his head against the wall.

'Wait,' the voice muttered again. 'Wait...his legs? Bare legs?'

Naked. Oh, shit. Naked. Definitely naked. Minato immediately started praying to any and all deities who may or may not exist - Kakashi was going to kill him. Minato had managed to imply that he wasn't into men, and if this got around, all the blond could expect was a Chidori through the heart. At least, he would rather a Chidori than have to see the expression on the teen's face. What else could he have told Kakashi, though? It wasn't that Kakashi wasn't gorgeous and sexy; it wasn't that a single smoky look from him couldn't make it difficult for Minato to walk around in his Hokage robes without relying on extremely disgusting mental imagery involving the Third and his wife. It was simply that he couldn't Go There as Kakashi's former teacher.

'Exactly, you blond baka!' yelled a voice in his head that sounded way too much like Jiraiya. 'FORMER! As in, no longer!'

Minato tried to stuff the voice in a hole, but it was just as stubborn as the real Jiraiya. 'Why me?' he thought helplessly. 'Why do I get all the crazy voices?'

Mental-Jiraiya ignored him. 'Besides,' he said slyly, 'you know it gets us hot when he calls us 'Minato.''

He gave up on trying to make the voice go away. 'No,' he replied crossly, 'I don't know. He never does it. He still calls me sensei.'

'That's what you think' was the mysterious reply.

'What? What do you know that I don't? What aren't you telling me?' he demanded, suspicious and slightly anxious as a terrible realization tried to make itself known and he beat it back viciously. 'What are you talking about?!'

There was silence in his head.

There was a groan outside of it. "Ugh. Kill the sun."

Minato knew that voice.

The no-longer-faceless body behind him stretched slightly, rubbing up against him and making its heretofore unnoticed erection blindingly obvious.

"Erm," Minato replied intelligently.

"Kill it," Kakashi commanded, burrowing his head into the space between Minato's neck and pillow.

Minato was as still as a rock. He squinched his eyes closed tighter and tried denial for a few minutes. It worked briefly, as skilled in it as he was, but the rising desire caused by Kakashi's warm breath against his neck and hot cock digging into his back made his denial stutter and die of a slit throat.

Minato was achingly aware of the moment when it clicked in Kakashi's head that he was in bed with someone. The other man's breath hitched and he stiffened slightly, and Minato knew he was going to die before Kakashi realized it was him. He tensed, but instead of blinding pain he got an arm tightening around his middle and soft lips nuzzling against his neck in a way that made him want to bite Kakashi's shoulder and dig his fingers into the other man's hips as he worked his way down to a pale pink nipple - Minato killed that train of thought. With an exploding tag.

Ninja have very violent metaphors.

There was silence. It was a tense silence, the kind of silence that ate toes. It was a who-is-going-to-speak-first silence.

Of course, the situation had been eating at Minato longer, so he was the first to break.

He started by clearing his throat. "Um. Kakashi-kun. Er. Hi." He then tried to club his own brain to death.

Kakashi replied with a "hm" and by pulling Minato even closer to him, creating more pressure on the teen's erection and an almost inaudible catch in his breath. His face was still buried in Minato's neck.

Minato was having some problems of his own in the groin department. He gulped and considered wiggling away from the source of said problems before deciding that the resultant friction for Kakashi would probably cause even more problems in the form of sounds designed to slaughter his self-control.

He stayed put and tried again. "Yeah, so...how about those drunken hook-ups?"

"Mm." Kakashi was nuzzling him again. And -

There was dead silence in Minato's brain before circuits exploded and died.

"Ka- Kakashi-kun. You. You just. Um. You licked me."

"Mm."

"Why?" He kicked himself as soon as the word escaped his mouth.

Kakashi finally deigned to speak. "Mm. See if you still taste good."

"..."

"You do," he reassured his ex-teacher. Then, thoughtfully: "Though that's not really tasting you properly."

"Ah. Well, maybe you could - wait, 'still'? You remember last night?"

There was another silence behind him. "...Course. You don't?"

"..."

Kakashi's body tensed again. "You don't remember." It wasn't a question.

"Ah. Yes?"

"You don't remember." Kakashi repeated. He started untangling his legs from Minato's.

Minato knew he had hurt the other man. "Kakashi - wait." Kakashi stopped pulling away. The blond fought the impulse to just sew his mouth shut. This was beyond embarrassment and moral conundrums - he refused to push Kakashi away. If he let the man go now, a lot of things would be ruined, mainly their relationship. Minato didn't want that. He couldn't imagine his life without Kakashi there to tempt him and throw him into mental histrionics.

'Wait, what? Can't imagine my life...?'

The Jiraiya in his head maintained a silence that smacked of satisfaction before breaking it to take over his mouth.

"Why don't you remind me?"

...Oh, look. Pretty histrionics. He blamed Jiraiya. He blamed Jiraiya with a mad passion like woah. That line was straight out of the perv's books! Where was a needle and thread when Minato needed one? WHERE?

Minato could practically hear Kakashi's smile. He blushed and opened his mouth to stammer and retract his porn-esque statement, but he suddenly found himself flat on his back with a mouthful of Kakashi. He melted into a pile of girlish goo. When Kakashi pulled back, Minato stared up at him. "Okay," he said dazedly.

"What are you agreeing to?"

"What?" Minato snapped out of it. His brain started to work again, and Morality was about to kick in and make him feel guilty for lying naked on his ex-student's bed with said ex-student equally naked on top of him. Lust (spawned by years of celibacy and private drooling at Kakashi's exquisite form while the other man very determinedly tried to get into his pants), however, had a thing or two to say to Morality about that. This consisted of drop-kicking Morality, gagging it, hog-tying it, and stuffing it into a sack. Lust then joined Jiraiya. It went like this:

'Yeah, our ex-student is naked on top of us. This is wrong. We should be on top. Let's do something about that. Like flip him over and make him beg.'

Where Jiraiya had been only mildly successful, Lust and Jiraiya (and the silencing of an overly-strong Morality) combined made Minato say, "Right. Will do."

Kakashi's eyebrows creased. "Will do wha - ack!"

And Minato was on top and grinning devilishly. His hands started wandering up and down Kakashi's sides, sliding across his chest before coming to a stop with a firm grip on his hips. Kakashi's breath had sped up, and he was staring at Minato with slightly disbelieving eyes. Both of them. Minato held his gaze as he licked one nipple and breathed on it. Kakashi's cheeks flushed as Minato went to work on the other nipple, causing them to pebble.

"Nngh...SENSEI!" Kakashi's quiet groans were transformed into a shout when Minato maneuvered his thigh between Kakashi's and pressed skillfully into Kakashi's erection. Kakashi tried to buck beneath him, but Minato's firm grip on his hips refused to allow him, and the blond detached his mouth from Kakashi's chest with a disapproving and decidedly mischievous look in his eyes.

Kakashi glared at him. It was nowhere near his usual efforts, though, and Minato was unfazed. Seeing that, he spoke. "Wh-why did you stop?!"

"Don't call me sensei."

"Oh? You don't like it kinky?" With that, he tried to raise his hips again, desperate for friction.

"Ah ah ah!" Minato tsked disapprovingly and kept Kakashi pinned. "Don't call me sensei."

"Yes, Master," he replied, breathing heavily as he fought to free his hips. Minato surged up and bit Kakashi's lower lip.

"Don't call me master, either." He began grinding against Kakashi, cock to cock. The silver-haired man gasped and pulled Minato into a long battle of tongues.

Kakashi pulled his head back slightly and breathed against Minato's reddened lips. "What - ah! - should I call you, then? Minato?"

Minato answered by releasing Kakashi's hips and slapping a hand around the bedside table, searching for lube.

"Where?" he ground out.

Kakashi practically mewled as he took advantage of his freedom and ground furiously against Minato. Some personality in Minato's brain took note of it and vowed to bring up the idea of Kakashi mewling later. It deserved a lot of thought.

"In - drawer!"

Minato's hand fumbled slightly at a particularly vicious grind, but he grasped a half-full tube of lube. He quickly squeezed some out and - pulled back?

"Minato!" Kakashi groaned at the loss of contact. "What are you - " He screamed. Minato had just swallowed his cock and was sucking like a vaccuum cleaner on a vaccuum cleaner's version of crack. Kakashi grabbed Minato's blonde, spiky hair and tugged mindlessly, not even noticing Minato's finger in him. He noticed when the second finger joined the first, though, because it brushed against his prostate and nearly made him come. Minato let his mouth slide off Kakashi's cock with a wet pop to give the poor man a break from sensory overload, allowing Kakashi to regain some semblance of a thought process.

He added a third finger to make sure Kakashi was properly stretched, keeping his blue eyes on Kakashi's glazed ones the entire time. The ANBU looked entirely debauched, sweaty and flushed with reddened lips and hickeys covering his lightly scarred, rapidly rising and falling chest. Minato pulled his fingers out, slicked his cock with trembling fingers, and positioned himself at Kakashi's entrance.

"Kashi," he breathed. At the sound of his name from Minato's mouth, Kakashi's eyes sharpened, casting off their former fog of lust. "You're sure about this?"

Mismatched eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? You're about to fuck me into delirium - your fingers were in my ass - and you're asking me if I'm sure? I'm ANBU! If I didn't want this, you'd know!" He sounded slightly desperate.

"So..."

"Minato, put it in already!"

But Minato had started pushing in at the sound of his name, and all Kakashi said after that was largely gibberish.

Minato pulled his chest back and grabbed Kakashi's legs, swinging them over his shoulders as he waited for Kakashi to adjust to him. It was torture - he was surrounded by heat and his body was screaming at him to move -

And then so was Kakashi, so Minato pulled out and pushed back in, going hard but evidently not hard enough, because -

"Ngh! Ha-harder! HardAAAAHHHHHH!" That was the sound of Minato hitting Kakashi's prostate. Minato had lost all control at this point - he was going too hard and he knew it; he knew he was going to end up hurting Kakashi, but when he tried to slow down, Kakashi started strangling him with his knees, grabbing Minato's pistoning hips with callused hands and forcing him to do as he wanted. That made the heat in his belly start to gather, and he pounded in and out inoutinout until -

"MINATOOO!" resounded around the apartment as Kakashi came. His entire body tensed around the blond, pushing him over the edge and making him yell as well, scream his lover's name. The world whited out.

When he came back to himself, he had collapsed on top of Kakashi, who was kissing him languidly. He kissed back before flopping off with a grunt. He stared at the ceiling. It was probably going to become very familiar. He readied himself for the guilt to come, but...none did.

(Lust and Jiraiya were so happy with what they could do without Morality around to foil them that they finished the job off. Lust then proclaimed the imaginary kunai they used to be a holy, blessed relic and got into a fight with Jiraiya over who got to keep it.)

He smiled happily and turned his head to Kakashi with effort. "Nn?" he asked worriedly. (Translation: Are you okay?)

"Mm," Kakashi replied with a lazy smile. (Translation: Oh, yes. Better than okay.)

Minato hesitated. "...Ah?" (Translation: Um, is this more than a one-time thing?)

Kakashi's eyes narrowed. "MMM," he said dangerously. (Translation: It had damn well better be, Namikaze! I've been trying to get you in the sack for five years!) Seeing Minato hurriedly agree, he smirked. "Sleep. Love you."

Minato sluggishly pulled Kakashi into his arms and closed his eyes. "Yeah. Love you."

All over Konoha, ninja were going crazy looking for their missing Hokage...but that's another story.

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