It's all them ladies fault ya hear? +shakes fist+
So, I've been stalking following closely the exchange between pockyphoto and catssyclaws , THE VIRGIN CHRONICLES and one of Crys' comments spurred this little drabble thingie, so I decided to shareeeeezzz!
Title: Massager
Rating: T-ish (?)
Characters: Yamato/Kakashi/Genma
Word Count: 794
Genre: Humour
Disclaimer: AHAHAHAHHA! No. +frown+
Yamato was known for using his particular brand of 'wide eyes' for terror, but right this instant, the terror wasn't being instilled by him - he was the one feeling it. Along with a healthy amount of embarrassment. And another not so healthy amount of slightly disturbing--ok really disturbing warmness he knew he shouldn't be feeling in a place he didn't want to think about.
Suddenly, that joke Genma pulled the other night, about him being a wood user (insert Genma wiggling his eyebrows here) came to the forefront of his mind.
Oh bad idea that one. He continued gaping at Kakashi, as he sat on the jounin longue, with... that thing in his hand, rubbing the side of his neck. While reading Icha Icha Tactics. Sweet Mercy.
The silver haired man looked up from the edge of the green cover to look at his kohai, with a lifted eyebrow, the sound of his voice drowning out the vibrating sound that was messing with Yamato's head. Pun intended.
"What is it Tenzou?" He asked, frowning softly.
Yamato swallowed tickly.
"Kakashi-senpai, what... what are you doing with that?" He didn't squeak - he refused to admit it.
Kakashi blinked - 'It could have been a wink, Yamato's mind provided, before his more decent side whimpered miserably inside his head - and looked at the vibrating electric blue phallus shaped object in his hand (!!!) before looking at him again.
"Oh this? Massaging my neck. Why?"
"Sen..senpai, tha..that's not a massager." He managed to not squeak again.
"No?" He regarded the object wearily. "What's it for then?"
Mental whimper.
Suddenly, he heard someone walking towards the room they were in. Oh God. If someone saw that, Kakashi would kill him for not saying something sooner and letting the great Copy-Nin be caught using a vibrator as a impromptu massager. On his neck.
"Nevermind that, just... hide it!"
"Wha..? Why?"
"Just hide it senpai, really!" He could hear Genma's voice coming down the hall. Oh boy.
"Where am I supposed to hide it Tenzou, I can't very well stick it in my pouch, it doesn't fit!"
Yamato slid his hand over his face miserably. Why did he have to say stick? WHY~~? "Just give it to me." He was slamming his proverbial head against the wall. Why, why was this happening to him?
Kakashi shrugged, and extended his arm towards him, "Come and get it", vibrator still humming in his hand. Yamato gulped as he grabbed it - nearly as red as Sakura's shirt - and fumbled with the bottom, turning it off, and hiding it behind his back, right the moment Genma entered the room, the ever present senbon in his mouth twirling from one side of his lips to the other slowly, as he regarded the scene before he stepped inside, going directly for the coffee pot.
"Hey." He had an inkling he didn't really want to know why Yamato seemed to have developed a love for make-up - in this case, blush. Not before he got a cup of coffee - his head was killing him.
"Yo." Kakashi gave his trademark wave, his face hidden by the green cover of Tactics.
"Hi Genma-san. Huh.. nice day today, isn't it?" Genma looked out the window and frowned. It was promising rain. What the...? "Well I need to get going have something I have to take care of yes alright have a nice day!" When Genma turned to look at the wood-user he was already gone, after having delivered that string of words in one breath and bolting out the door.
The senbon made the trip to the other corner of the brown haired man's lips, as he frowned, bemused.
"What bit his ass this morning?" He mumbled to no one in particular, as he filled a cup with coffee - blessed coffee - before walking towards the sole occupant in the room besides himself and plopping on the chair, before taking the cup to his lips.
"Man, my head is killing me. Want to terrorize a group of genin for me this morning?"
"No." Flip of page. Genma gave another sip on his cup, before looking at the door again.
"Have any idea of what was that all about?" He asked flippantly.
Kakashi's lone eye shone deviously for a second, but other than that, there was no other change on his expression.
"Mindfuck."
Genma nearly snorted his coffee out.
Balancing the pros and cons he decided that right now, he really didn't want to know. At least until his headache was taken cared of.
Title: Massager
Rating: T-ish (?)
Characters: Yamato/Kakashi/Genma
Word Count: 794
Genre: Humour
Disclaimer: AHAHAHAHHA! No. +frown+
Yamato was known for using his particular brand of 'wide eyes' for terror, but right this instant, the terror wasn't being instilled by him - he was the one feeling it. Along with a healthy amount of embarrassment. And another not so healthy amount of slightly disturbing--ok really disturbing warmness he knew he shouldn't be feeling in a place he didn't want to think about.
Suddenly, that joke Genma pulled the other night, about him being a wood user (insert Genma wiggling his eyebrows here) came to the forefront of his mind.
Oh bad idea that one. He continued gaping at Kakashi, as he sat on the jounin longue, with... that thing in his hand, rubbing the side of his neck. While reading Icha Icha Tactics. Sweet Mercy.
The silver haired man looked up from the edge of the green cover to look at his kohai, with a lifted eyebrow, the sound of his voice drowning out the vibrating sound that was messing with Yamato's head. Pun intended.
"What is it Tenzou?" He asked, frowning softly.
Yamato swallowed tickly.
"Kakashi-senpai, what... what are you doing with that?" He didn't squeak - he refused to admit it.
Kakashi blinked - 'It could have been a wink, Yamato's mind provided, before his more decent side whimpered miserably inside his head - and looked at the vibrating electric blue phallus shaped object in his hand (!!!) before looking at him again.
"Oh this? Massaging my neck. Why?"
"Sen..senpai, tha..that's not a massager." He managed to not squeak again.
"No?" He regarded the object wearily. "What's it for then?"
Mental whimper.
Suddenly, he heard someone walking towards the room they were in. Oh God. If someone saw that, Kakashi would kill him for not saying something sooner and letting the great Copy-Nin be caught using a vibrator as a impromptu massager. On his neck.
"Nevermind that, just... hide it!"
"Wha..? Why?"
"Just hide it senpai, really!" He could hear Genma's voice coming down the hall. Oh boy.
"Where am I supposed to hide it Tenzou, I can't very well stick it in my pouch, it doesn't fit!"
Yamato slid his hand over his face miserably. Why did he have to say stick? WHY~~? "Just give it to me." He was slamming his proverbial head against the wall. Why, why was this happening to him?
Kakashi shrugged, and extended his arm towards him, "Come and get it", vibrator still humming in his hand. Yamato gulped as he grabbed it - nearly as red as Sakura's shirt - and fumbled with the bottom, turning it off, and hiding it behind his back, right the moment Genma entered the room, the ever present senbon in his mouth twirling from one side of his lips to the other slowly, as he regarded the scene before he stepped inside, going directly for the coffee pot.
"Hey." He had an inkling he didn't really want to know why Yamato seemed to have developed a love for make-up - in this case, blush. Not before he got a cup of coffee - his head was killing him.
"Yo." Kakashi gave his trademark wave, his face hidden by the green cover of Tactics.
"Hi Genma-san. Huh.. nice day today, isn't it?" Genma looked out the window and frowned. It was promising rain. What the...? "Well I need to get going have something I have to take care of yes alright have a nice day!" When Genma turned to look at the wood-user he was already gone, after having delivered that string of words in one breath and bolting out the door.
The senbon made the trip to the other corner of the brown haired man's lips, as he frowned, bemused.
"What bit his ass this morning?" He mumbled to no one in particular, as he filled a cup with coffee - blessed coffee - before walking towards the sole occupant in the room besides himself and plopping on the chair, before taking the cup to his lips.
"Man, my head is killing me. Want to terrorize a group of genin for me this morning?"
"No." Flip of page. Genma gave another sip on his cup, before looking at the door again.
"Have any idea of what was that all about?" He asked flippantly.
Kakashi's lone eye shone deviously for a second, but other than that, there was no other change on his expression.
"Mindfuck."
Genma nearly snorted his coffee out.
Balancing the pros and cons he decided that right now, he really didn't want to know. At least until his headache was taken cared of.