Dirty Little Secret

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CHAPTER 12





Kakashi didn’t sleep at all that night. Part of him wanted to follow Naruto and try and explain…but explain what, exactly? How could one explain being seen jerking off while thinking of the person who saw him? Who on top of everything else happened to be his boss AND former student? Because Kakashi was sure that Naruto knew what he had said in the end, that name whimpered in need as he finally came. The window had been closed to ward off the winter cold, but lip reading was a class taught in the first year of the academy – one of the few Naruto had excelled at, actually. There was no way he hadn’t realized what Kakashi said.



Dawn came, cold and steely gray, the sun hidden by a thick layer of clouds covering the sky – it would start snowing soon, it appeared. Kakashi hadn’t moved from the bed where he had curled up the previous night. He knew that he had to go to work – there was an important emissary from Sand coming today, Naruto would need him. Would Naruto even want to look at him after what he witnessed last night? Would he condemn him, would there be disgust in his eyes?



Kakashi couldn’t bear the thought of rejection by his Hokage – he was all that he had left, all that kept him sane. All he wanted was to find a way to procrastinate going back to the office for as long as possible. Finally, when he realized that it was futile to put off the inevitable, he got up, took a shower and left his apartment. The former jounin didn’t eat – he felt queasy enough as it was.



Kakashi dragged his feet while going to the tower – more than his bad leg would warrant. When he finally arrived, he was three hours late. Naruto was already in his office, deeply in discussion with Genma, who had become one of his closest advisors over the years. The two of them nodded to Kakashi in greeting and Naruto frowned at him and looked at the clock meaningfully but otherwise ignored his presence.



Of course, being in the room and feeling invisible only made things worse for Kakashi, as all sorts of wild, painful scenarios ran through his head as he waited for Genma to leave. Finally, the older man finished his work and with a deep bow to Naruto and a more shallow one to Kakashi and he left.



The silence in the office became stifling.



“You were late.” Naruto said casually.



Kakashi swallowed.



“I am sorry, Hokage-sama.” He said in a small voice.



“I had to finish up the draft of the contract that was your job, Hatake-san.” The tone was still neutral, but Kakashi could feel the reproach. That and the use of his family name – it couldn’t bode anything good for him. Before he could say anything, Naruto interrupted him.



“We will discuss this later. Baki will be here any minute and I WANT that contract signed. Gaara is always very generous to us when it comes to military matters, but when we’re discussing money and trading he’s a bigger cheapskate than a daimyo.”



Kakashi could only nod before the door opened and the large Sand jounin entered. The next four hours were spent haggling over minor and not so minor details, both Naruto and Baki dead set on getting what they wanted out of the deal. Kakashi tried to participate, but his mind was preoccupied and he was so worried that he felt sick so he ended up hovering quietly behind them, looking at the wall absently and wondering if he was making things worse than they already were.

Finally, four hours later, Baki signed the trade agreement and so did Naruto, both feeling like they had gotten better terms than the other one. The door behind the Sand nin closed with a final click.



Naruto stretched in his seat and sighed, then pointed to the cabinet by the wall:



“Go pour me a glass of sake, would you?”



Kakashi nodded and did as he was told, offering the cup to Naruto with a small bowl. The blond took it, drank a few sips and relaxed back onto his seat. Kakashi was so overwhelmed by apprehension that he felt downright numb.

Eventually, when the cup was empty, the Hokage looked at his assistant and said:



“Don’t ever shirk your duties without a good reason again, Hatake-san. We almost ended up losing that contract because of you.”



He bowed low.



“I am truly sorry, Hokage-sama. It won’t ever happen again.”



Why wasn’t Naruto mentioning anything about last night? Why?



“You’re right, Kakashi. It won’t.”



Kakashi’s knees went weak.



“Go and lock the door, then pull the curtains.” Naruto ordered.



The older man looked up and realized that the Hokage had pushed his chair away from the desk and was looking at him expectantly, still sitting.



Frightened and confused, he did as he was told, then returned to stand before the blonde. Naruto beckoned him closer, then patted his knee.



“Lie down over my knees, face first.”



Kakashi gave him an incredulous look.



“I’m sorry, what?”



“Do as you’re told!” The tone was cold and commanding and Kakashi responded before he could even think. He moved and bent over Naruto’s knees, once again realizing how much the blonde had grown for the past years – he fit in his lap perfectly well.



A large hand came to rest on his waist and keep him in place.



“I am very disappointed in you, Hatake-san.” Naruto said calmly. “Again.”



Kakashi shuddered with sheer misery and sagged onto Naruto’s knees, resigned to the thought that he would be sacked any moment now.



“It appears” began Naruto “That I need to adopt a more hands-on approach in order to deal with you and your behaviour. What do you say?”



“I… I don’t understand, Hokage-sama.” He said softly, almost inaudibly.



“You will, soon.” Promised Naruto and grabbed the hem of his pants. Kakashi tensed and tried to pull away, but the large hand on his waist kept him in place.



“Keep still.” Ordered Naruto and pulled his pants and underwear down to reveal his ass.



“You have always been very immature when it comes to coming on time to do your job, Hatake-san. Frankly, after all these years, I am sick of it. And since now I hold a higher rank than you, I can actually do something about it. Don’t you think so?”



Kakashi stayed silent, too confused and terrified to respond.



“Don’t you think so!” the tone became colder and more forceful.



“Y-yes, Hokage-sama.”



“Good. So long as we understand each other.” The other large, silken hand caressed his taut buttcheek gently.



Kakashi had almost relaxed onto Naruto’s lap when the blonde suddenly lifted his hand and slapped him soundly right at the base of his ass, where cheeks met thigh – the most sensitive place of all. Kakashi jumped more in surprise than pain and once again tried to wriggle away, but Naruto held him down. Quickly, another slap landed on his other cheek, and then another and then another – the Hokage built a slow, but steady, unforgiving rhythm as he spanked him. Initially it didn’t hurt that much – after all, he was used to much stronger type of pain – but the effect slowly began to accumulate. First, there was warmth which turned into sharp stinging that amounted to raw burning that spread from his ass to his thighs. The sensation, combined with the fact that each hit rocked Kakashi over Naruto’s lap had him hard and leaking within minutes and he was sure the Hokage could feel it pressed against his thighs. The sheer mortification of the experience drew tears to his eyes and added to his arousal – the fact that it was Naruto doing this, holding him down like that, punishing him like that – it made him shudder and whimper just like he had last night, moaning his Hokage’s name with abandon without even realizing it.



From all the squirming his pants had slid further down his thighs to his knees and Naruto’s hand began to graze at his perineum and the back of his balls with some of the slaps and it was all it took for Kakashi to finally come, all over his lap and Naruto’s.



The blonde continued to spank him a little while after that, drawing long, shuddery moans from his mouth until he finally slowed down and stopped, both of them winded and panting.



The hand on Kakashi’s waist moved to his burning ass and gently petted and squeezed it and he whined in pleasure as he felt it, before he, having no support anymore, slid onto the ground on his knees, coming face to face with Naruto’s come-stained pants straining with his own erection. Kakashi had felt it digging in his side as the Hokage had spanked him, but now the bulge looked even larger. The older man’s mouth filled with saliva. He was so transfixed by the sight that he didn’t realize that Naruto was holding a tissue before his face.



“…me up, will you?”



Slowly, he looked up to the Hokage’s face and blinked owlishly. Naruto rolled his eyes.



“Clean me up, Kakashi.”



Tentatively, he took the tissue and began to clean the come off Naruto’s pants, all the while wishing that the blonde would at least allow him to lick them clean, but the blonde was looking at him impassively. When he was finished, he handed him another tissue and gestured to clean himself up. Kakashi did so tentatively and lifted his pants and underwear back in place, face suddenly lighting up in a mortified blush when he realized what had just transpired. Still, Naruto didn’t look angry at all – in fact, he was looking at him gently as he rearranged his own robes to hide the remains of the stains on his thighs.



“Unlock the doors, pull the curtains, go back to your seat and sit down, Kakashi. We still have some work today.” He said, stressing his tone on “sit”.



Kakashi obeyed and shivered when he sat back on his abused bottom, the stinging intensifying so much that his eyes teared up again. His spent cock twitched in his pants.



“Kakashi.” The blonde said, looking at him seriously and the former jounin looked up, eyes still swimming.



“You won’t be visiting Tenzo-san anymore, am I understoond?”



He could only nod.



“Yes, Hokage-sama.”