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It was one of those evenings again. Kakashi was sprawled on the bed reading his book. Yamato lay next to him with a book of his own. The apartment was a home Kakashi had bought to escape from the Hokage's image. While the room was not that small, the bed was placed so that whoever was on Yamato’s side was boxed in between Kakashi and the wall.
Thick, heavy clouds rolled in. There was a cold, wet feeling in the air that said a storm was coming.
“I gotta pee,” Tenzo suddenly exclaimed, and climbed over Kakashi. He scrambled over Kakashi’s midsection and got off the bed. Kakashi was used to this and let his junior climb over him, grunting a bit as he felt the man’s weight on him for a few seconds.
Kakashi flipped a page as he heard the toilet door shut and water run. He thought about how nice this was. Comfortable. Before this, it took Kakashi a while to coax Yamato into moving in, but after months of slowly asking him to run chores, the younger man finally understood what Kakashi wanted: company at home. So whenever Yamato was back from duty watching over Orochimaru, he would stay with Kakashi at the apartment.
Tenzo came back from the toilet and sat at the edge of the bed by Kakashi’s hip. Kakashi noticed from the corner of his eyes that Tenzo wasn’t wearing his shirt. He placed his book down and stared at his junior’s back. There was a thick, gnarly scar on Yamato’s back, going down the left side to his hips—a remnant of an old wound. Kakashi sat up and gently traced the scar with his fingers. The sensation of the cold fingers on his back made Yamato turn to face Kakashi where he sat.
They looked at each other for a while before Yamato sheepishly turned away again. “Sorry, you uh… surprised me.”
Kakashi could see that Yamato had his shirt in his hand and was about to put it on. “How’d you get this?” Kakashi asked as he traced the scar gently.
Yamato had his arms in his shirt when he paused. He glanced at Kakashi again, and their eyes briefly met before Yamato looked away again. Kakashi felt Yamato’s hesitation. The look in his eyes said he didn’t want to share the story, and Kakashi knew it was most likely because Yamato wanted to protect Kakashi. But Yamato was always honest with Kakashi, even when the truth was something Kakashi didn’t want to hear.
“Um… The day you started as a Jonin sensei, I was sent out on a solo mission. The intel I got was a trap. The enemy… they meant to capture me. I… fought back and escaped, but I forgot I was on my own.”
In the distance, the sound of thunder rumbled through the night sky. Rain slowly started to fall. Kakashi’s eyes grew wide at this new information.
“Tenzo,” Kakashi called as Yamato finished putting his shirt back on.
“Don’t worry about it, Senpai,” Yamato said and was about to climb over Kakashi to get to his spot. “It was a long time ago.”
Kakashi felt bad, so he grabbed Yamato as the man was about to climb over and rolled him into a hug. Yamato fell onto his back, but now with Kakashi right on top of him.
“Senpai… you’re heavy.”
“Hmm. That is the weight of love, Tenzo,” Kakashi muttered into Yamato’s shoulder.
Yamato blushed and was glad Kakashi couldn’t see his face. Yamato placed his arms around Kakashi and held on tight.
With great difficulty, as Kakashi was indeed heavy, Yamato whispered, “It’s not your fault, Senpai. Even if I was wounded beyond healing by your hand, I would never fault you for it.”
Kakashi lifted his head, and Yamato turned his face towards the wall. “I hope you know what you just said,” Kakashi said with a tinge of slyness in his voice, which made Yamato arm relaxed and look at his Senpai’s face.
“I want you to be happy and safe!” Kakashi continued. “But now I’m going to leave my love marks on you.”
Yamato held Kakashi tighter at that and rolled him to the side.
Kakashi’s book fell off the side as the sound of thunder masked the squeaking of the bed and the sounds of their soul mating that evening.