Dirty Little Secret

CHAPTER 11



After the odd episode at Naruto’s, things between them changed. It was an almost imperceptible difference at first, one that Kakashi didn’t notice or perhaps refused to notice, but it was there. The odd look returned to Naruto’s face over and over again – reminding Kakashi of a wolf stalking its prey, watching, listening, sniffing at its footsteps and looking for an opening, waiting for a vulnerable moment. The odd expression clashed with the way Naruto’s demeanor changed – he began to become protective – and Kakashi wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. The first time when he noticed that was during a meeting they had with a newly appointed jounin giving Naruto his verbal report regarding his latest mission, all the while casting Kakashi mocking, venomous looks.



“Yes, yes.” Naruto had said “I am well aware of Lord Onagata’s short temper. We’ll send our personal apologies about the mess your mission left in his private zoo, don’t worry about it. However, if you keep looking at my assistant this way I will be forced to reimburse the Lord out of your purse, you got that?” He had said the whole thing without pausing between the changes in topic.



Both Kakashi and the jounin had stared at the blonde for a moment, wondering whether they had heard him correctly when he said:



“I mean it, Kazuo.” He continued, tone deepening into something cold and threatening. “I am sick of the way some people stare at my most trusted employee.”



Startled, the jounin had flushed, looked away, then bowed at the Hokage. He hadn’t apologized however.



Afterwards, Kakashi gave Naruto a curious look.



“You didn’t have to do that.”



Naruto rolled his eyes.



“Well, someone had to do SOMETHING. Apparently you weren’t about to, so I decided to take matters in my own hands.”



“Hokage-sama, I appreciate the sentiment but…”



“Kakashi” the blonde began and turned to look at him:



“I am the Hokage and it’s my job to look after my people.” Since Kakashi was about to keep protesting, Naruto leaned forward in his seat to give him an assertive look. “And it is my people’s job to do what I order them to do. That includes both that prat and yourself. You understand that?”



Kakashi swallowed and nodded, then looked away, unable to bear the weight of Naruto’s crimson gaze.



“Good. So long as we understand each other.” The blond muttered and went back to work.



While Kakashi had been mad at Naruto for interfering in what he believed to be a private matter, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for his words. It had been a very long time since someone had attempted to take care of him – he had always been the one taking care of things and protecting others.



The changes in their relationship deepened even further in the upcoming weeks after that exchange with Kazuo – the Hokage entered Kakashi’s personal space more than once but he had never touched him; he made cold, warning remarks to anyone who treated the former jounin with anything less than utmost respect and more often than not, he began to watch him fill out the reports, looking over his shoulder. He didn’t do it in a way that made Kakashi uncomfortable and worried whether Naruto distrusted him to do his job correctly – on the contrary, he watched with such a rapt expression on his face that it appeared he enjoyed the activity. He did so especially in the evenings, after the end of the audience hours, when he and Kakashi remained almost alone in the large building, now nearly as tall as the previous tower.



Soon, that had become almost a ritual between them, oddly intimate at that – Kakashi working and Naruto watching him intently without correcting him. Neither ever said anything to the other about it.



It was already well into the winter when after one such evening that Naruto asked:



“Are you cooking tonight of having a take out?”



Putting his coat and scarf on, Kakashi turned to look at him:



“Are you inviting me to dinner?”



“No, unfortunately.” The blonde muttered. “I still have some things to finish here.”



“Oh… can I help?”



“No, you go ahead and go home. Cooking or take out?” he asked again, walking up to Kakashi to wrap the scarf better around his neck, hands gentle and careful as he tied the loose knot. The older man could feel himself flushing for some unfathomable reason.



“Cooking.”



“Good. Prepare yourself a bowl of ramen.”



Did Naruto just order him what to eat? He tried to comment on that, but when he looked at the blonde’s eyes his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth – the blonde’s presence filled the room and he looked like he wasn’t about to be denied. Kakashi’s knees went weak at that intense scrutiny. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ he wondered.



“Yes… Yes, Hokage-sama.”it came out almost as a whimper.



“Good. Also, buy yourself some chocolate too, okay? Have a little dessert after dinner.”



Kakashi nodded, almost hypnotized.



The blonde carefully put the warm winter hat on his silver head and pushed the pale tresses away from the blue eye.



“Go home now, Sensei.”



Kakashi barely remembered the trek back to his house afterwards, but the memory of cooking the ramen was quite vivid, because the moment he had began doing it he had hardened in his pants.



He didn’t understand it completely, why Naruto had such an effect on him, why instead of being furious at him for daring to treat him like that he felt grateful and starved for more such attention.



Kakashi ate the whole bowl that he had prepared and then ate some of the chocolate, resisting the idea to call Naruto and ask him how many pieces he was allowed. Afterwards, he lied down on his bed and squeezed his erection, rubbing it through his pants.



His clothes were stifling him and he began pulling on them desperately, wanting to be naked as he touched himself. Finally free, he cupped his balls and squeezed them to the point of pain, then pinched his tip roughly.



His mind provided a jumbled mess of images and fantasies – Kakashi tried to imagine Tenzo doing this to him, holding him down, kissing and biting and sucking all over his body, jamming a pair of rough fingers in his orifice and pushing them over his prostate as he ordered him not to come yet… But it was crimson, Kyuubi eyes that stared down at him from Tenzo’s face – burning and ruthless, enjoying the way he writhed helplessly on the bed. It was Naruto’s voice that came out of Tenzo’s mouth and called him a filthy, needy slut, it was Naruto’s cock that he imagined was shoved in his throat as he sucked on the fingers of his other hand.



Kakashi came at the thought of Naruto talking to him like that, treating him like that, body arching from the bed in a bow, eyes rolling back and whimpering Naruto’s name as his pearly come shot out of his cock in long jets and splattered all over his chest. Moaning, he scooped some of it and rubbed it against his entrance, imagining that it was Naruto’s seed leaking out of him, feeling the muscle twitch hungrily at his wet touch.



The former jounin lay there panting for a while, body exhausted and sated with pleasure but mind in complete disarray and confusion – where had that come from? Why had he thought of Naruto like that of all people? Was it the way he had been treating him lately? Kakashi was a smart, practical man and he knew where his sexual tastes and needs lay and that the Hokage’s behaviour for the past several months had affected him greatly but this was unexpected.



Finally, when the come on his chest became sticky and cold he decided that it was time to clean himself and pulled himself up to look for a tissue – and that was when Kakashi noticed the person standing at his window from the outside, watching him intently. Despite the faint light, the blond hair and the crimson eyes were more than recognizable. How long had he been there? How long had he watched? Had Kakashi been so far gone that he hadn’t even felt his presence?

He stared at Naruto, frozen in place from shock and mortification, face flushing deep crimson, realizing that the blonde was smiling. Without a word, the Hokage jumped away and was lost in the night, leaving Kakashi to stare at the empty window in horror and confusion.