#damngo

"I'll try," Minato promised, and he would try. But he'd fail, and that was the part he omitted. Especially since he had already dozed. 

Waiting until Kakashi settled beneath the blankets, Minato wrapped himself around the other man like a vine, legs sliding between long legs, an arm tossed over a broad chest. He reached up into silver strands, fingers carding through Kakashi's hair, blunt nails softly scratching at his scalp. 

Shrugging, Minato laid a hand over Kakashi's knee. He turned to look over his shoulder at the other man's face, a bit of his hair falling into his eyes. 

Minato rolled over once Kakashi moved, eyes fluttering open. He rarely slept anymore, and when he did, it was light; dreamless. In many ways, it was like being in the field again, perpetually on watch and utterly without respite. 

Minato brushed his teeth quickly, popping his head out once to see Kakashi asleep. Shaking his head, he finished rinsing, put a bit of lotion on his nose, and went to bed. 

"You are such a child," Minato sighed, handing Kakashi the flannel sleep pants and snatching up the ones that had been thrown at him. Muttering, he tossed them into the bin. "Ridiculous."

Then, he pulled the tank top over his head, shucking his trousers and pulling on a different pair of pants.