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Yamato grumbled profanities under his breath as his eyes blearily blinked open at the weight that had just landed on his chest. Bisuke looked up at him, tail wagging, eyes even wider and gleaming.
Kakashi, the traitor he was, barely moved next to him. Yamato knew he was awake though. He wouldn’t have been able to sleep through Bisuke’s attack.
“Food time?” Bisuke asked eagerly, moving off of Yamato’s chest as the man got up to sit.
“Really?” Yamato asked, stretching his arms above his head, shaking some gray and brown strands of hair out of his eyes. “You can’t get food anywhere else?”
Bisuke pouted, and Yamato sighed, moving his legs off the bed onto the cold floor, shivering as his body felt the chill in the air. He swore he felt Kakashi stir on the bed, but the white haired lump of a man still lay there on his side, one hand slung over a pillow, the other tucked under his head.
Kakashi had a strong dislike for the winter, taking any excuse he had to spend winter mornings, and nights, in bed. He was the laziest of people on those days.
If it was any other person Yamato might have called them out on it.
But, Kakashi had been through so much in his life, had given so much up for Konoha and for others, that if he wanted to spend time in a warm bed on a cold winter morning, Yamato thought he deserved it.
Especially in retirement.
He snagged a hanten off the hook on the back of their bedroom and padded to the kitchen. They always walked barefoot in this house he had built for them, on the edge of what used to be the old Uchiha compound. Though, sometimes, in the winter, he wondered if it had been a good idea to hide those slippers Gai had given them in one of the boxes in the storage room, fiendishly orange though they were.
He entered the kitchen to find Bull lying on the floor in between the dining room and the kitchen. The large dog perked up at the sight of Yamato, droopy eyes opening to stare at him.
Yamato nodded at him as he held up a hand to block a yawn. “Yeah,” he managed out, “you’ll get some food too.”
He walked to one of the cupboards pulling out some food they kept just for the ninken on occasions like this. Bending down, he hefted the bag out, placing the food into two of the bowls laid out in the corner of the dining room. There used to be eight when they first moved in, the number had now dwindled to five after Urushi and Uhei had passed away and Shino had decided to retire in the realm of the ninken.
“Thanks!” Bisuke stated, nudging his leg happily. “You’re the best, Taichou!”
Yamato smiled, scratching Bisuke behind the ears. “Keep that in mind next time you try to decide who to wake up in the morning, hm?”
Bisuke let him scratch behind his ears for a while before pulling away, eager to get to his meal. Yamato let him and stood back up, joints cracking a little. He winced at the sound because it reminded him of his growing age.
He walked back into the kitchen, pulling down the tea kettle and banging it on the stove. As he did so, he looked towards the bedroom wondering if that sound would have been loud enough to wake Kakashi. Knowing him, it likely was, but he was still waiting for an opportune moment to arrive in the kitchen.
Yamato fumbled with the tea canisters, giving up halfway and then pulling out his herbal tea blend. If Kakashi wanted the black tea to start his morning he would make it later. Another yawn escaped his mouth as he lit the gas with the lighter and then moved to fill the kettle with water.
By the time he was done with the tea preparations, he heard sounds from the bedroom. It seemed Kakashi was up for the day. Sure enough, Tenzo heard the shower start running moments later.
He might as well begin making breakfast since Kakashi took exceedingly long showers these days, now that they were retired. Yamato preferred warm baths instead, the two of them snuggled together in the ofuro he had built: sometimes relaxing, sometimes reading a book or two together, sometimes exploring each other’s bodies.
Those were precious moments in their relationship he liked to treasure.
He heard the shower shut off as the rice cooker beeped, indicating it was done cooking. Moments later, the door to the bathroom opened as the miso soup began to boil, Kakashi’s feet padding across the floors of their house.
He was standing at the stove, stirring the miso once more when a pair of arms snuck around him. Kakashi, hair still wet from the shower, placed his chin on his shoulder, smacking a quick kiss on Yamato’s cheek.
“Get dressed.” Yamato reminded him snuggling into his body nonetheless. “So we can eat breakfast.”
Kakashi clutched him tighter. “Don’t want to.” He whispered, breath ghosting over Yamato’s ear. “Want to eat you.”
Used to these antics by now, Yamato pushed away from Kakashi, even as a blush took over his cheeks. He stepped out of Kakashi’s reach, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re incorrigible.” He scolded watching Kakashi pout and pull away.
Though, even as he did so, Yamato knew that he was grateful to see Kakashi so carefree around him. He loved it when he saw Kakashi like this, mask gone, being carefree, and acting how he wanted.
He liked knowing that Kakashi trusted him enough to share a life with him, to spend the rest of their lives growing old together, to care enough to be himself around him.
“Get dressed.” He repeated, brandishing the rounded spatula he had been using to stir the miso soup.
“And then?” Kakashi asked suggestively.
Yamato hesitated for a moment. He looked around the kitchen once, twice, as a distraction before speaking again.
“And then whatever you want.” He mumbled.
Kakashi’s eyes softened, one arm reaching out to tug him closer. He placed his arms around Yamato again, bringing him closer, ignoring the miso soup threatening to boil over behind them. Yamato reached behind him to turn the burner off before bringing his arms around Kakashi's, palms splaying across his back, fingers tracing the scars there from memory.
“What if I want everything now?” Kakashi whispered, one hand rising to rest on the back of Yamato’s neck.
Yamato smiled. “Well, I guess breakfast can wait a little longer. We have all the time in the world now after all.”