Kakashi looked at the thing Tenzou held out to him. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Shaddup!” His kohai glared at him, the intensity of his ire unaffected by the fact that he was swaying gently from side to side. “Your stupid last minute plan almost got me killed today. You ooowe me.”

“Can’t I just buy you another drink instead? I’ll even listen to you rehearsing all your lame pick-up lines.” Again.

“No! No more pink girly drinks. If I have another drunk I might get drink.”

Kakashi looked woefully at the microphone Tenzou shook at him. Surely there was no worse punishment than this. The little room they sat in was dark and quiet for the moment, but the sounds of off-key singing came in through every wall, accompanied by distorted hellish music. His sensitive nose could pick up the scent of at least three different kinds of bodily fluids on the furnishings. He didn’t want to think about what else might be hidden in the deliberate dark. The only light source was the TV screen, which displayed a numbered list of grating popular music titles. It lit Tenzou’s face in rather ghoulish tones.

“Do I have to?”

Tenzou glared harder and stuck the microphone under Kakashi’s nose. “You’ll sing with me, and you’ll like it.”

Kakashi took the mic reluctantly. He had lived through a war and survived one of Ibiki’s infamous interrogations. Surely this couldn’t be that bad.

Then Tenzou picked up his own mic, pushed a few buttons on the remote, and the screen flashed to neon-coloured life.

It wasn’t just bad. It was much, much worse.

He stared agape as his kohai settled into a stance that was disturbingly reminiscent of Gai and belted out the opening lyrics. Something about being a butterfly, searching for his samurai.

With great difficulty Kakashi tore his eyes away and focused on the screen. What he saw there was a tiny bit less distressing than looking at Tenzou’s earnest, drunken karaoke face. After a minute he thumbed up his hitai-ate and trained his Sharingan on the TV. There was a lesson to be learned here. The next time he was out-matched on the field he could just start dancing like that. It would no doubt confuse and dismay any enemy force as much as it was currently distressing him.  

There was movement at the edge of his vision. He looked around and very successfully bit back the yelp of fright at finding himself nose to nose with a determined looking Tenzou.

His kohai gave him a narrowed look. “You’re not singing.”

“Ahaha, that’s because there are better things I can do with my mouth.”

Those dark eyes narrowed further. “Like what?”

Kakashi may be known for being the master of a thousand jutsu, but he was also a master of distractions. In the blink of an eye he had Tenzou pinned against the wall, his own mask tugged under his chin as he tongued his way into Tenzou’s mouth.

Mm, fruity.

Tenzou stirred against him, but Kakashi wasn’t about to give him any room to think. He dropped a hand to the front of Tenzou’s pants, and his kohai made the sweetest little whimper against his mouth. The way his thighs slid open to let Kakashi in was also interesting.   

He bit at Tenzou’s lip and gave him his best smouldering look. “Let’s say I suck you off, and we’ll consider ourselves even.”

Tenzou blinked owlishly at him. “No more singing?”

“No more singing.”

His kohai looked thoughtful. Kakashi helped things along by sliding his hip over the other man’s growing erection. Tenzou’s mouth fell open. “Do I get to suck you too?”

Kakashi smiled. How very lucky of him to land such a considerate kohai. “You can suck whatever you like.”

Tenzou put down the microphone.