By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
We are a mass crossover based on the concept of Pandora's Box. Characters from nearly any fandom can be played here. Because of the endless character possibilities, we are canon only here at Pandora. Take a peek at our rules and plot information before starting your new life in Pandora.
It wasn't really surprising to hear that Kakashi's world had wars. Seemed pretty damned common, honestly. Especially with how structured all his shit was, anything less would have been genuinely surprising.
Qrow didn't interrupt as Kakashi actually opened up even more. Really...wasn't expecting a drop of this, honestly - but that made it all the nicer. It wasn't expected of the guy. It wasn't required. Kakashi was just sharing shit, because he wanted to. Felt like it. And...it felt pretty damned nice. His fingers continued to slip through his hair as he listened - honestly glad the guy got a good team. Even if Qrow wasn't exactly with his own team anymore, he was glad he had that time. Helped him reel his own shit in, and put him on a path that...got him where he was now. Without those assholes and Oz, he easily would have returned to his tribe and been a professional killer of Huntsmen.
He'd probably already be dead.
Qrow's gaze followed Kakashi as he sat up - smile growing warmer at being invited to his dark cabin in the woods.
"I know you're makin' a joke but..." he rose a brow, "Being out here cut off from everyone is making me think, maybe we should get a place out in the Vales to fuck off to once in awhile? Just a someday sort of thing," he shrugged, pretty damned relaxed where he sat.
Qrow's fingers fell back into Kakashi's hair, as the other just rested on his back - after the guy tucked himself against his chest and neck.
"Eh, poker is pretty basic. Wouldn't consider it fun, unless you're doing other shit. Like talking and killing time with cards," he admitted, before Kakashi shifted and admitted he didn't really know any card games.
He didn't miss his tone.
"Just means we got a lot of card games to fuck around with," his voice light, fingers continuing to run through his hair, "If you're not big on poker, that actually takes a lot out of the pile, which makes it easier to narrow down what you'd like. Or we can get anti-social with it and just lay side-by-side and have our own decks and play shit like Solitaire," he continued to make absolutely no motion to get up, because he was really fucking comfortable with Kakashi sprawled out across him, "Honestly half the shit I didn't even know until the kids. Ruby and Yang were always...pretty damned big on games."
Kakashi stilled when Qrow proposed something he had only ever joked about, and his eye studied him with sudden intensity. He canted his head to the side like one of his dogs when they encountered a sound they had never heard before, then Kakashi gave a soft huff of indecision. He glanced away from Qrow. "Let me think about it." He said at last.
Even if it was just an occasional escape, Kakashi had spent his entire life tied intrinsically to a village. The prospect of leaving town for no reason besides to get away felt inherently wrong to him, and he absently crossed one of his arms across his chest, clutching his opposite bicep in a subtle show of uncertainty. He shifted his weight back and forth against Qrow's hips, then remembered to smile... hopefully before he gave Qrow the wrong impression. "It's nothing major. The idea is just outside anything I've ever thought about. I need to wrap my head around it before I can say what I really think." Kakashi explained tersely.
He eagerly tucked himself into Qrow's neck, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in his hair and his hand on his back. He made a soft, musing sound with regards to the card games thing. Poker really didn't appeal to him unless there was money to be won, and even then, Kakashi wouldn't have wanted to win Qrow's cash anyway. Strip poker was an option, but that seemed stupid too - if they were going to fuck, Kakashi didn't see the point in teasing with a card game first.
He flexed his body against Qrow's, getting more comfortable as he mulled over their options. "No poker. It doesn't seem as fun with only two people and no real stakes." Kakashi pointed out softly. "And solitaire defeats the purpose of being stuck in here together..." He added with a sharp laugh, noticing that, for all his talk about card games, Qrow wasn't doing much to move him.
"We could also show our age and just take a nap until dinner time...." Kakashi mused wriggling up Qrow's body until he was able to make a playful nip at his neck. "Not that I'm not beside myself with excitement about learning children's card games...."
The suggestion was one of those things that could have been either taken as a throwaway, or actually serious. It was a nice idea, but if Kakashi shoved it off a cliff and said fuck no, Qrow would hardly even blink. Though - if he was honest with himself - he really did like the idea. They both sort of hated everyone, so it seemed like a pretty natural thing for them to seek out at some point. Kakashi's reaction caused him to raise a brow, but he was silent. Didn't exactly mean to throw the guy into deep thought.
"No rush," his voice soft, as Kaksahi tucked himself back into place.
Qrow's mind briefly did a lap of wondering if he said some shit that was wrong but...nah. It was just a pretty damned straight-forward idea. And him obsessing over a fuck up that clearly didn't happen, wouldn't do anyone any favors.
So he dropped it, and focused on the warmth on top of him. His fingers drawing nonsensical patterns through the asshole's hair, as he insisted no poker, again. Fucker really didn't like poker.
Of course, now it was tempting to play poker.
"Think I got a few games I can show ya," he reasoned, weighing the options of a few in his head, as Kakashi wiggled up his body, and nipped at his neck. A quiet laugh on his own lips at the idea of a nap sounding that fucking good.
"Eh, I'm the old fart here," his arm around Kakashi pulled him a bit closer, "Nap sounds really fucking nice, though. Thought I'd end up wanting to take your pants off with my teeth with how much your squirrelly ass is wigglin' around me...but, yeah. I'm good for a nap," he shifted a bit under Kakashi - sliding himself down fully onto the pillow, with a slight grunt - before awkwardly placing a kiss on whatever part of Kakashi's head he could reach.
To call himself not a napper would be an abject lie. Kakashi had a long and storied career of taking catnaps in trees and on benches and in fields all over the place back home. In Pandora, his favorite way to waste a free afternoon was in bed or on the couch... or even on the floor with all the dogs. It was napping with someone that was new for him, but Kakashi wasn't against it by any means. The bed wasn't the most comfortable, but Qrow was, and he didn't have any tension bleeding through his frame that would make it unsafe for either of them.
Kakashi debated rolling off Qrow, but in the end he stayed where he was, shifting just enough to get a little more comfortable for the long haul. He bared his teeth in a grin at Qrow's remark about taking his pants off, but Kakashi didn't act on it. Sex was still on the table (hell, it might literally be on the table, knowing them), but for now, there was something about the storm outside that beckoned him to sleep. Maybe it was just human nature - an instinctive response to the realization that there was nothing else to do while nature barricaded them indoors.
His eyes seemed to slip shut between breaths, and whatever response Kakashi had intended to make was lost as he used his lazy-ninja-powers to abruptly switch off. One moment he was alert and being squirrely, and the next, he was a dead weight, breathing softly against the side of Qrow's neck as he drifted in a light sleep, carried between dreams by the heady, comforting, familiar scent of the man beneath him.
It lasted... Kakashi wasn't sure how long. Long enough that, when he woke abruptly to the sound of wind howling against broad picture window, the world was dark. That meant very little, given the severity of the storm, so Kakashi consulted his internal clock. It felt, to him, like it had been a couple of hours at most.
He made a sleepy noise and nuzzled against Qrow stubbornly, but there was no way to get back to sleep now that Kakashi had heard the way the gale was screaming against the side of the building. He shuddered once, noting that the temperature in the room had plummeted with the loss of daylight, and flexed his fingers to get the blood flowing again. "Lucky you, getting a human blanket." He purred hoarsely against Qrow's neck. It was damp - hopefully from the condensation of his breath, and not because Kakashi had been drooling in his sleep.
"S'freezing..." He complained. "I feel stiff."
Mission was paused. That meant he could be a whiny brat if he wanted.
The asshole went from wiggling around like a hyperactive kid, to dead asleep in what felt like seconds. Probably some magic ninja bullshit, or maybe it was just Kakashi pulling his own sort of natural talents. Either way, Qrow had a very asleep person on top of him. While that shoved him closer to passing out himself, he stayed awake for awhile. Eyes on the storm and the fading light, as his fingers continued to run through Kakashi's hair.
Really didn't take long for him to pass out too.
Qrow awoke slowly to the feeling of Kakashi wiggling on top of him. Before he could really remember fuck about all, he smiled. The room was pretty damned cold. Even with an entire person on top of him, Qrow could feel it on his face, and fingers.
He knew he should have just tried to wiggle them under blanket, or tried to get up to grab some shit from their bags to add layers. Maybe see if there was a fireplace in this room, or some shit. With the snowstorms, there was probably some way to heat this shit up.
But instead, he just shifted his weight - rolling himself on top of Kakashi wordlessly, before blowing a loud, wet raspberry right against his neck.
At first, Kakashi didn't know if Qrow was awake at all. He made a vague noise and shimmied further up his body when, without warning, their positions were flipped and he hit the mattress with a soft oof as the air rushed out of his lungs. He wriggled restlessly against Qrow in good humor, and it quickly escalated into actual wriggling in earnest when he made a fucking disgusting noise against his neck and it was wet and "Are you twelve?!" Kakashi shoved at him, giving a hoarse, sleep-addled chuckle.
Without thinking much about it, his fingers curled on Qrow's shirt and he pulled himself up just enough to press a line of kisses along the side of his throat, sucking at the skin here and there. Kakashi let his breathing shift to something deceptively low and slow, taking full advantage of the hair trigger Qrow's libido lived on - at least as far as Kakashi was concerned.
Without a word, he then licked a long, disgusting, gooey stripe all the way up the bastard's neck, across his chin, and up to his fucking nostrils.
Qrow laughed a hoarse raspy sounding laugh, at Kakashi's reaction. Honestly he wasn't even sure why he did it. Just felt right, honestly. Maybe it was kinda childish, but whatever.
"Maybe," he teased, before feeling Kakashi grab his shirt, and go for his throat. Wasn't...expecting that in retaliation. His eyes closed - bracing himself up on his elbows just enough to give the guy easier access to this throat. Breath hitching slightly, as his mind caught up to what his body was telling him. The shift sort of sudden, but he wasn't gonna fucking complain.
Then the asshole just licked...all the way up. Qrow pushed himself off of Kakashi - flopping onto his back next to him; hand wiping the strip of spit off of his throat. A laugh on his lips as he shook his head.
"Now who's twelve? Fuck, you've got a lot of spit in ya," he wiped at his his throat again, wiping it off on his shirt, before glancing over at Kakashi with a smirk, then his gaze landed on the dark window. Couldn't really see shit-all out there anymore, but he could hear it. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, before stretching and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Mmm...hungry for food yet?" he asked, voice continuing to be raspy from sleep - causing him to clear his throat, as he folded his arms behind his head.
Kakashi's breath left him in what he knew could really only be described as a remarkably unmanly giggle that was grossly misplaced in an elite shinobi. It was the sound that he made when something unexpectedly struck him as funny before Kakashi had time to brace himself and school his response into something more sophisticated. It was just a kneejerk, all-natural reaction to amusement.
Usually, Kakashi was self conscious about it, but at this point, Qrow was one of the select few who didn't make Kakashi cringe at the idea of him hearing it. There was more embarrassing dirt between the two of them by now. Case and point, Kakashi had just mercilessly licked the man, and he had no shame about that at all. He merely flashed Qrow a grin and stuck out his tongue. "I'm very efficient at everything I do." He teased.
Kakashi followed Qrow's gaze over to the window and his expression sobered a bit. He hummed softly. "Not if you keep sounding like that." He admitted bluntly, casting a sly look up at Qrow. Kakashi had never been shy about admitting how much he enjoyed the sound of Qrow's voice after he woke up. It was just... the perfect kind of rough. Just like the rest of the huntsman.
He huffed softly, pushing himself up onto his elbows and calmly nudging his nose against Qrow's. "What do you want? You can go get us some food and I'll figure out the heating situation...? I think there's a fireplace. I can smell the firewood." There was a folding privacy screen across from the bed. Kakashi hadn't thought much of it before, but now he realized it was probably hiding the fireplace from sight.
"Or..." He hummed and pressed a series of urgent, hot kisses against the underside of Qrow's jaw. "It's up to you. I'm hungry... in a lot of ways." He paused for a moment, and then Kakashi gave a bark of laughter, flopping back down on the bed. "That was awful. Sorry you had to hear that."
Fuck he loved Kakashi's laugh. The one that showed how relaxed the guy was, and really wasn't holding anything back. Just felt natural. Nice. Any tension that creeped back into Qrow's neck from the snow, faded.
"You're taking too many notes from your damned dogs," he smirked back, wiping at his throat again, despite the fact that shit was already dry.
It took Qrow a second to understand what the guy was getting at before his eyes narrowed with another smirk. A quiet laugh on his lips.
"Ah," he didn't bother clearing his throat to try to fix his voice, as Kakashi brushed his nose against Qrow's, before giving a plan for the evening. Wasn't a bad idea, and honestly what he was thinking. He'd wander down to grab them something not too greasy and warm, while Kakashi figured out how to make this place not an icebox.
Then the asshole attacked just under his jaw again, before bursting out laughing at that fucking hungry line.
"Calm down, cock gobbler," he pat Kakashi's chest, as the guy flopped back down next to him, "Think...food might be good first, just in case they close up shop downstairs sooner rather than later," he frowned, "Look at us being responsible adults," he shoved himself up - running a hand through his hair.
Kakashi cast Qrow a jubilant, playful look even as he sat up. For a few seconds, Kakashi stayed on the bed, debating if he could do something to bribe Qrow into laying down again... but, without the added body heat, Kakashi could admit it was really fucking cold in the room, so he heaved a sigh and followed Qrow to his feet. Winding an arm around him, Kakashi moved in closer until they were flush against each other, and he breathed in deeply, mesmerized by Qrow's scent. There was something about the slightly smoky, almost-dark, earthy smell that seemed to just... fit with the cold atmosphere of the village.
Qrow hated snow, but Kakashi could see him living in a place like this. He suspected that Qrow would probably be happier that way.
He didn't say a word on the matter, though. Instead, Kakashi took a step back and slapped Qrow's bicep with a sharp, maskless smile. "Sounds like a plan." He purred, escorting Qrow to the door and pulling it open. The hallway outside was pleasantly warm. "After you. I'll see you in a bit."
Letting the door swing shut behind him, Kakashi headed back into the dark room, moving the privacy screen aside to reveal a well-used, but (fortunately) well-maintained fireplace already stocked with a few decent logs. He checked the flue, then rocked back on his heels, pressing his hands through a few rapid hand seals.
His Katon was weak. The fire Kakashi expelled from his mouth was gentle and easy to control, and it fell over the firewood like a burning waterfall, casting a warm light on the rest of the room. Heat billowed out from the mouth of the fireplace, and Kakashi sat on the floor with his back pressed against the bed behind him. He watched as the fire caught and grew into a merry, crackling inferno.
The scent of it was surprisingly wonderful as it cut through the icy chill. The storm outside seemed less imposing the longer Kakashi watched the fireplace crackle and pop, and eventually he lost track of time, looking up with a start when the door opened. The room had heated up even in the short span of time that Qrow had been gone, and Kakashi patted the floor beside him, still facing the fire. "Fire is the most tolerable third party..." He chuckled, leaning back against the bed behind him and turning to regard Qrow. "Can't remember where I read that, but it's pretty true."
As soon as Kakashi felt the cold of the room again, Qrow found himself with a parasite latched to his side. He smiled as the guy walked with him to the door - offering Kakashi a wink and wave, before he headed back downstairs.
It really was warmer outside of their room.
Qrow rubbed his hands together as he moved to warm them up - before running them through his hair, realizing he probably looked like he just woke up. Downstairs had cleared out quite a bit since he had been down there last. Hadn't exactly been overflowing before, but really was just the guy behind the bar, and a waitress that was wandering around wiping down tables.
"Hey," he greeted with a wave, before being pulled into more conversation then he was really in the mood for. Out of all the assholes he had talked to earlier, this guy was easily the friendliest, at least. Qrow was able to side-track him about food - getting his hands on a menu. Of course the guy talked him - in too much detail - about every last option. Honestly wasn't a bad thing. Qrow was shooting for shit that wouldn't be overly greasy or fried, since making Kakashi sick out of his mind wasn't something he was aiming for.
He ended up settling on some hot sandwiches and soup.
The guy talked too much about how they make their bread fresh, to not get that shit honestly.
He continued to chat up Qrow as the food was being made. Talked about the history of the area. The storms. Even got deeper into the Grimm activity, thanks to a bit of guiding from Qrow. While he didn't think the owner was lying to him earlier, he felt like he was holding back a bit. So, he was casually leaning into the opportunity. Turned out the bandits were just a group of teens that had fucked off from the village a few months before. Someone's kid they basically disowned, plus all her friends. They enjoyed fucking with the village but really wouldn't step over the line. So the Grimm shit was unusual. It either wasn't tied to them at all, or someone was pulling their strings.
With the food done, he was handed it all on a large tray that he could 'bring back whenever or just leave in the room'. Nice people.
He wandered back upstairs - jimmying open the door with his elbow. Apparently Kakashi had figured out the whole heat situation. A fireplace was hidden earlier, or he ninja-magicked one into existence. Qrow set the tray of food on the floor by Kakashi, before sitting down next to him - purposefully bumping his shoulder.
"I like that," he nodded - eyes on the flame for a moment, before dropping down to the food, "Got us hot sandwiches and soup. Hope that's alright," he motioned at the tray, before grabbing the plate with the sandwich that was closest to him, and pulling it onto his lap.
He took a bite, and made a pleased noise.
"Not half bad."
There was technically a table they could eat at, but there was something that just felt right about sitting on the floor by the fire, eating food. Maybe it was some shit from his childhood, or maybe he was just still cold. Either way, felt nice.
Qrow showed up with food, and Kakashi's stomach growled audibly. Honestly, he could have shown up with actual dirt on plates, and Kakashi probably would have eaten it enthusiastically if it meant avoiding ration bars. Those were efficient, but tasteless. He had always imagined a world where whoever made them tried to add some kind of flavor, but even in Pandora, that seemed impossible.
"I'll survive." Kakashi announced, going for the soup first and savoring the first bite with relish. It was hearty and heavy, but not in the way that was destined to fuck up his stomach like a lot of new foods that Kakashi tested. It just packed a nutritional punch, and, most importantly, it was surprisingly good. "Tastes better than I expected." He admitted between mouthfuls. A life spent in a mask, between his regular life and Anbu, had instilled Kakashi with certain gull-like tendencies. Specifically, he tended to wolf down food in company without even thinking about it. Already, the soup was almost gone.
He took a bite of the sandwich between sips of soup, making a soft, happy sound when that was also delicious. Kakashi glanced at Qrow, and froze, realizing that he was hardly chewing in his haste to finish eating. He deliberately slowed down with his next bite, and actually blew on the soup before he sipped it, even though he was down to the dregs of the bowl already.
Qrow honestly didn't realize how fucking hungry he was, until he started eating. A smile pulling at his lips as he watched Kakashi wolf that shit down. Apparently he didn't hate it. Good. There were a few options he could have gone with, but this seemed like it leaned the most into both of what they liked with food shit. As fast as Kakashi ate, Qrow ate slowly; used to making food last as much as he could. Normally easier to have leftovers if you ate slow, and were able to stop the second you felt full. Another little habit from his childhood, where starving wasn't really a thing, but it wasn't off the table either. Especially during winter. When it snowed.
"Yeah, this is some pretty damned good shit," he agreed, putting down his sandwich to try the soup. The two went together really damned well.
"Owner likes me, I think," he smirked, after swallowing a bite of sandwich, "Managed to get more information about the 'bandits', which are apparently more of a group of rogue kids that are just rebelling after a falling out with a family member, or some shit. Guessing the Grimm tie in is someone giving them shit to cause problems, rather than them seeking it out themselves...if they're linked to it at all. Might just be two separate things, honestly," he switched back to the soup, "Didn't really mean to keep workin' but...hey. Saw an opportunity and took it," he shrugged, as he continued to eat, "Fuck I'm glad there's a fire place in here," he smiled, relaxing further where he sat - his eyes slipping from his food to the flames.
Even with Qrow's slower eating speed, food was done pretty quickly. He gathered their shit - stacking the bowls and places together on the tray, before glancing over at Kakashi, "I'll go drop this shit back downstairs so it doesn't stink up this place," he knew the guy had a sensitive nose, and old soup smell would just be...fucking awful.
He placed a quick peck on his cheek, before gathering the shit up and heading out.
Of course the owner waved when he headed down, demanded to know how the shit was. Qrow made the exchange as quick as possible, just wanting to get back to the room.
It really didn't take long until he was opening the door to the room and offering a wave - relaxing more than before, since he knew he'd probably not have to move again for the rest of the night.
"And now...I don't have to move again until tomorrow," he smiled, heading towards the bed to flop down.
Kakashi shook his head in bemusement at Qrow's raucous profanity. He was used to it by now, but that didn't mean he didn't pick up on it now and then in a moment of bewilderment. He watched Qrow out of the corner of his eye and considered him. He was so caught up in analyzing Qrow that Kakashi's pace picked back up until he was wolfing down his mean again.
He finished first by a wide margin, and Kakashi leaned back on his hands with a satisfied sigh. He reflected on what Qrow said about the mission, humming softly in disagreement at his near apology. "Mission's the mission, Qrow. The only reason we paused was because of the weather. I'm glad you managed to get extra intel." Kakashi shrugged lazily. He followed Qrow with his eye when he started putting the dishes together on the tray, making an agreeable sound. He would have dealt with the smell of old food for a night - it wouldn't be the first time - but he was quietly grateful that he wouldn't have to tune out the unpleasant scent.
Kakashi would have said as much, but his mind was mainly dwelling on the intel, so he was caught off guard when Qrow abruptly kissed his cheek.
The gesture was so simple, yet so profoundly unnecessary and out of the blue. He felt his face heating up, and Kakashi watched Qrow leave the room with vivid focus. As soon as he was out of sight, Kakashi rubbed his cheek with his hand and allowed himself a moment to look stupid and pleased. Then he ruled his expression back into indifference, and by the time Qrow returned to the room, Kakashi seemed unfazed.
"I won't bother you with my thoughts on what you found out, then." Kakashi chuckled, pulling himself onto his feet and crouching by the fire, banking it just enough to wash the room in dim, flickering light while making it a little less likely that they'd end up burning to death overnight. He would wake up when it guttered - he always did, on every mission where he'd been at the mercy of a campfire.
The fire tended to, Kakashi meandered back to the bed and sat on it, folding his legs comfortably. "Your age is showing - going to bed this early? Maaa, how the years suck the energy out of the elderly... it's so sad to watch."
"Wasn't aware listening required moving," he glanced over at Kakashi, who was tending the fire, as he set himself down on the bed. Wasn't laying down, but propping his back against the headboard. A sigh fell from his lips, sort of glad they were done for the day. He just...really wasn't in the mood to deal with people for whatever reason. Probably the snow fucking with his mood a bit. Qrow wasn't in a shit mood, but he didn't exactly feel like making conversation with the overly friendly owner downstairs anymore, either.
But talking to Kakashi wasn't effort.
Nothing with him was effort, really.
He just had to be himself, and shit just worked.
His gaze fell to Kakashi as the guy sat on the bed with him - offering him a slight nod, before the asshole shat on his age.
"I ain't sleepin' yet, dick," he smirked - lifting his foot to shove at Kakashi slightly, "Just glad I don't have to pretend to be friendly or social for the rest of the night," he stretched, before sinking down a bit on the bed, "Still hungry in the other way?" he asked, raising a brow, with a wolfish smirk.
Kakashi studied Qrow for a few seconds, taking in everything about his appearance, including the unremarkable tics in his expression that had a way of coming together in Kakashi's mind to paint a picture of Qrow's mindset that was usually pretty accurate. In this case, he didn't think Qrow was necessarily in a bad mood - those were usually glaringly obvious, even when Kakashi wasn't being observant - but... he didn't think that Qrow would benefit from mission talk at the moment, either.
Because Qrow was Qrow, Kakashi made a point not to say it as bluntly as that. "Ah, no. I want to turn it over in my head for the night anyway. I could be wrong." He explained calmly. Wordlessly, Kakashi activated his aura, allowing his semblance to blossom and spread through the room. He didn't have the best control over it, but presumably the good mood wasn't enough to be distracting. Ideally, it would be enough to erase the near-invisible edge Kakashi detected in Qrow at the moment.
He shuffled further up the bed, lips curling in a sly smirk. "You're the one who said you didn't want to socialize." Kakashi teased mercilessly, leaning closer without touching. He wanted to touch, but sometimes it was just as fun to tease Qrow - it got the man out of his own head, a lot of the time. Gave him a bone to worry at.
Fuck, Qrow was infecting him.
"It's up to you. Wouldn't want you to throw your back out or have a coronary." Kakashi chuckled, leaning close enough to brush their lips together, playfully testing the waters.
Qrow rose a brow at Kakashi not wanting to share whatever he figured out. But...eh, fine. Wasn't like they could do much about it, anyway. Then he immediately felt the warm wash of the guy's Semblance.
There was a slight shift in Qrow. His posture wasn't exactly stiff before, but he settled a bit more in place. Apparently his mood being sort of off from the snow was more obvious than he thought. Or maybe Kakashi was just starting to be able to read him, really well. Either way, he was thankful. It was like getting rid of a minor headache he was barely aware of having. Just felt...better.
Kakashi moved closer, teasing him about the whole 'social' thing. Qrow smirked back, "Good thing being around you is as easy as fucking breathing," he admitted - voice low as his eyes locked onto the guy as he moved even closer - brushing their lips together.
Qrow smiled, before lifting his hand to Kakashi's cheek - brushing his thumb over his cheekbone, before pulling him into a deep kiss. One of those deep meaningful kisses, that wasn't inherently hungry, but could easily go that way.
Qrow was a sentimental fool in the best possible ways, and Kakashi had come to appreciate these odd, gentle moments. Most of their intertwined life was fast-paced and full of cutting words, the impacts of which were softened only because they knew each other well enough not to take it to heart. Kakashi didn't waste much time with tender gestures or sweet words. It didn't come easily to him, and he knew that Qrow understood that just as well as he understood everything else fucked up about Kakashi.
Even if he wasn't the most sentimental person in the world, Kakashi felt something as soon as Qrow spoke. His stomach twisted, but the nausea was well-contained and Kakashi merely let out a sharp breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He leaned his head against Qrow's hand for a split second, then passively leaned into the kiss, feeling... a lot.
There was a lot to feel, he reflected to himself as he enjoyed the feeling of Qrow's lips against his. The kiss went on and on, with neither of them seeming in any rush to end it or deepen it further. The fire crackled behind them and the storm howled outside the window. Kakashi wasn't sure he'd ever felt quite this comfortable.
As seemed to be typical between them, Kakashi was the one who got restless first, slowly pressing closer while his hands began to stray, dragging up Qrow's sides to the front of his shirt, working at buttons blindly while Kakashi poured new heat into the kiss, squirming against Qrow as he did. He pulled back, looking debauched and happy about it. He looked like he was on the verge of saying something, but after a moment he merely went back for another scalding kiss, fingers still working on Qrow's shirt.
The kiss was...good. A thing he appreciated about Kakashi as a whole, was that he wasn't one for words. Sounded...kind of backwards, but Qrow's trust in people was fucked up enough that actions meant more to him. And through this damned kiss, he felt everything he needed to at the moment.
He was aware of the storm outside, but actually didn't care. The fact the guy was pressed up against him really hit home how he wasn't in any actual danger from the shit. Which sounded pretty damned stupid to even think. He was inside and there was a fire. Just a childhood of it meaning the opposite was a hard thing to shake. Fuck, he hated snow.
Some snowfall didn't really bother him.
But it was these damned storms that normally put him a bit on edge.
None of that shit mattered at the moment, and it was nice.
Kakashi added heat into the kiss. Hands pulling at Qrow's shirt, as the guy crawled onto him. After a bit, Kakashi pulled back - looking proud of himself. Qrow mirrored back the smile, but made a low sound that was dangerously close to whining that the asshole had stopped.
As soon as Kakashi pulled back in, Qrow helped shed his own shirt, before working on Kakashi's.
His movements going from slow and methodical, to fucking needy. A low sound in the back of his throat, as his fingers slid into Kakashi's hair and pulled - exposing his neck for easy access.
A wolfish smile pulled at his lips, as he copied Kakashi's earlier lick, from midway down his throat, to roughly up to his nose.
Qrow wasn't a loud person in bed. Kakashi had realized that right off the bat, and he appreciated the way things could reach a boiling point in relative silence between them... but he also fucking loved when he managed to tug sounds out of Qrow. It actually meant something, because Qrow wasn't making just a steady, annoying stream of obnoxious noise the whole time. Kakashi wasn't sure, as much as he'd come to kind-of-love the man, if he'd have been able to stand that. Even in Icha Icha - which he loved so much - he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at some of the descriptions.
Sex was great and all, but for fuck's sake, shut up.
Qrow's occasional pleasure sounds, on the other hand, were everything. They instilled a fire in Kakashi that always caught him by surprise, and he smirked into the kiss, adding a new layer of heat and filth with reckless abandon. Kakashi broke off for a split second, letting out a puff of breath in response to Qrow's fucking noise before pulling off his shirt and gingerly setting it aside.
The floor in here was suspect. He didn't really want his clothes to get covered in questionable hotel dirt.
Turning his attention back to Qrow, Kakashi gave a sharp, pleasant gasp when his hair was pulled, and he twisted his head obediently, exposing his neck. It took a second to feel Qrow's grin against his skin, and Kakashi balked instantly, digging his fingers into his biceps. "Don't you fucking dare-- QROW!" He launched himself upright with a squawk of disgust, overcorrected his balance, and tipped off the foot of the bed with a thump, landing in a dazed, lust-drenched sprawl that would make every shinobi who had ever called him elite roll in their grave.
"You're gross." Kakashi muttered mutinously, wiping his neck with his hand, and then rubbing his shoulder up against his cheek. He pushed himself onto his feet and gracefully climbed back into the bed. "Couldn't just tell me you felt like being a jackass, could you?" He scoffed, climbing onto Qrow's lap and pressing him down on the mattress.