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The More Things Change	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Torn between that which was expedient and right for Tenzou, and that which was hazardous to his own health and safety, Kakashi dropped to his knees before the open armoire.
Never thought this day would come again.
I can only hope Lady Tsunade remembers how to
repair the damage.
Time was winding down.
Rifling through the open container, gathering up what he needed, he stood, nauseous and lightheaded; the chosen implements clutched in sweaty palms and three small scrolls jammed inside his pockets.
Above the noise of the tumblers turning inside the lock, he hears the chains of Hound’s power skitching down the pitch-black hallway - the shadows await him, their teeth sharp as knives, dripping with the venom of Hound’s anger. His vision dimming as he staggers to the exit, scarcely enough strength in his fingers to switch off the lights, reeling under the weight of Hound’s dominant aura.
It won’t be long now; the desire to splay open Tenzou’s flesh
will overtake me, he thinks.
Don’t want to enjoy his torment …
getting harder to resist the thrill, as Hound grows stronger by the second.
When the sole of his foot made contact with the cool wood of the hallway, a sensation of pure evil lashes against him, wrapping itself around his limbs; darkness swallows up his feet and legs, the blue color of his uniform pants taking on the skin-tight look and feel of ANBU blacks.
Inch by inch, Hound’s animus crawls toward his waist, sucking out what remains of his will as it drags him closer to the living room. Down and down he sinks into a quagmire of Hounds thoughts and plans.
This battle isn’t physical - that much he understands, and yet he digs in his heels as a means of resisting the pull to an invisible scrimmage - hoping the opportunity presents itself for retreat to a neutral corner of his mind, as the icy mesh of savagery hedges about him. He feels Hound’s presence beside him, the smell of blood so strong in his nostrils he can almost taste it.
“I don’t know why you bother,” Hound whispers. “You can’t escape me.
Surrender now, or I will take you by force.”
Striking out with one of the switches, he sliced through the hellish mirage. Inside his chest, the growl of an edacious carnivore builds, thundering as it rises to his throat.
I’ve wasted too much time!
Emerging from darkness into the light of the living room where his alter ego stands before a strung up Tenzou, the final jolt of negative energy spears through his body. Hound’s miasma drenches him with wave after boiling wave of monomania - indecisiveness rolls away when he takes his place beside Hound, even as Tenzou’s misty, questioning eyes meet his.
How alluring he looked, standing there, his arms stretched above his head ... his chest heaving with every burning breath - the muscles in his thighs straining as he shifts his weight to the balls of his feet. And the sight of his cock, so beautifully bound, stirs Kakashi’s flagging erection - igniting a sadistic hunger deep within.
Damn it! It’s too late.
***** ***** *****
The swish of a willowy cane slicing through the air, drew his gaze away from the posturing Hound. And at the sound of his captain’s deep growl, every escape jutsu he’d known and memorized from his youth mocked him from behind solid iron bars in the prison of his mind.
When at last he sees Kakashi, standing near the entrance of the living room, he finds himself fighting back the urge to vomit, even as his cock swells against its restraints. Terrified when his captain strode toward Hound, so tall and proud - the blood cycling through his veins ran cold when his eyes land on the objects his captain held.
In his right hand - two switches, freshly skinned and pliable; the crooks of two wickedly thin canes, swing from the fingers of his left hand.
Oh, god!
I hoped this day would never come;
I’ve pushed him to a point where this was his only option.
Under Kakashi’s heated glare, his body warms and his cock perks up as another wave of malice flows from Hound’s body. And as they stand side by side, both Hound and Kakashi’s Sharingan open wide - ‘the eye that reflects the heart,’ reveals nothing but lust … a lust for blood. Six tomoes slowly spin, recording every twitch of his muscles and every bead of perspiration welling up on his skin.
Stunned, he watches Kakashi hand off both a cane and a switch to Hound; horror-struck, he almost swallowed his tongue when he heard his captain say:
“The former rules are no longer in effect, Hound-san. You may do as you please.”
His brain squeals to a halt as he mouths the words which decline vocalization:
No … please, don’t!
Behind the canine styled mask, an eerie laugh breaks free, though Hound makes no move to accept the gifts from Kakashi’s hand.
“I’m deeply honored,” Hound said, affecting a polite bow. “But if it’s alright with you, I’d rather watch him dance for a while.”
Kakashi smiles and dips his head slightly.
“However, since I am at liberty,” he said, reaching inside his waistband, “I’m sure the quirt will suit my needs better than those flimsy things.”
This has gone too far; he thinks struggling to free his wrists. If I don't say or do something now, I'll never bring him back to himself.
The strength and tone of his own voice surprised him.
“For god’s sake senpai!
Get a hold of yourself – snap out of it!”
The very second that last syllable flew from his lips, Hound’s masked face appears before his eyes. With the force of a mighty open handed blow, he sees stars as his head snaps to the right.
“You watch that mouth of yours, boy,” hissed Hound.
“I’m in the game now.”
Heedless of the warning, Yamato knew only seconds remained before Kakashi was swallowed whole by Hound's personality.
“Kakashi ... I beg you … don’t do this!”
From the sneer on his captain’s lips and the austere look on his face, it was obvious his words fell on unhearing ears. His heart withered when he saw him take a step forward and then backward; the hand raised to stop Hound, listlessly dropping back to his side.
Dear god!
I stood a fighting chance when Kakashi was in his right mind,
but now …
“ Kindly step away from him, Hound-san,” he finally said. “I need to answer my kohai's plea directly.”
Hound jumped back as the sound of a switch screamed through the air; a thin line of incapacitating heat cut into the side of Yamato’s left thigh, and as he gasped for breath, the whistle of a cane screeched in his ears seconds before it left a burning welt on the side of his right thigh.
Instinctively, his body folds in upon itself, a sad offensive move– but Hound would not let him stay that way for long.
A black leather hand wraps around the front of his throat and his head is forced upward as he fights to breathe; the porcelain mask warmed by Hound’s breath presses against his chilled cheek.
“Take a good look at your captain, boy; he’s like a man possessed. I wouldn’t egg him on, if I were you. I’ll do my best to make him go easy on you, but you have to cooperate with me.”
“Who's being a pussy now, Hound-san? Don't waste my time trying to protect him from the punishment he deserves,” they heard Kakashi say. “He repeatedly held back information when we gave him ample opportunity to speak … he chose to spit in the face of our generosity. And now, the only fitting reward for his stubbornness ...
is pain.”

Once more Hound leapt out of the path of the incoming switch - it's tip cuts through the static air, leaving a ruby red line of blinding agony directly above the previous one on his right thigh.
"Sure you don’t want to use one of these, Hound-san? I find the switch adds a bit of spice to an otherwise boring dance routine - watch closely,” he said, transferring the remaining implements to his left hand.
All told, four puffy lines of searing red are precisely laid across the front of each thigh.
While Yamato stiffly moved, dancing away the pain, he heard Hound say:
“Hmm … you do get a little side to side movement with the switch, but,” whipping the quirt’s lashes around Tenzou’s caged member, “this brings him up on his toes and makes him arch his back quite handsomely.”
“Ah, I see your point, Hound-san” he said, laying another stripe across Yamato’s thigh. “Maybe if I come at this from a different angle, he’ll do the little jig I wanted you to see.”
That damn bell started ringing again as Hound wrapped the fallen lead around his left hand. “Kakashi … hang on a minute … this is all wrong; here … let me get him into a better position for you.” Moving swiftly, he adjusted the tension on the leather straps secured by the kunai above and the others jammed into the floorboards. While his body is jerked upright, Kakashi stands behind him, his palm lying flat against his kohai’s stomach as he runs the fingers of his other hand over the taut skin of hot, striped buttocks. In a flash, he’d positioned himself that the front of his body was in perfect alignment with Yamato’s back.
Anticipation accentuated arousal.
Lost in the sensation of Kakashi’s bare chest plastered against his back, so warm and moist from his exertion …the rough cotton material of his pants, so coarse against his tender thighs, and the hardness pushing itself between his burning cheeks, Yamato barely caught the words Kakashi whispered under the shell of his ear:
“Please bear with this a bit longer, Tenzou
… I have a plan.”
***** ***** *****
Back and forth, they trade blows - the switch or cane pushing him toward the lashes of the quirt … the quirt’s lashes, pushing him back into the arc of the switch or cane.
The intense pain finally loosens his tongue and soon he was babbling:
“Kakashi . . . please, sir… I’m ready to talk--”
It was enough to still their arms.
Slender fingers tenderly trace the rising crisscross welts which left no quarter of his buttocks and thighs untouched.
“Well now, Tenzou … that’s a bit of bad timing, isn’t it? Here you stand, motivated to spill your guts.” Once more Kakashi positions himself tightly against Yamato’s back – his arm encircling his waist, his left hand skimming down, brushing over his restrained cock. “And here am I,” he said, as his fingers danced upward, stopping only to pinch and twist a hardened nipple. “Fed up with your bullshit, completely unmoved by your sorry ass pleas.”
Trapped between the desire for more stimulation, Yamato unashamedly ground his ass into the growing bulge in his captain’s pants; in the blink of an eye, the quirt’s lashes reach between his slightly spread legs.
Slumping over, he’s gasping for breath again, when another flurry of strikes land across his buttocks and the backs of his thighs.
“Guess I’ll revise my earlier opinion,” Hound said. “He is a pretty good dancer after all.”
“Obviously, your presence inspires him to greatness. Now, do stand up correctly, Tenzou … your dance routine is far from over.”
The slightest movements provoke the loudest grunts as he repositions himself - immediately, the whistle of the cane or a switch, he can no longer distinguish, lays a series of seven more lines across his reddening cheeks.
“Have we finally made you regret your disobedience, Tenzou?” Four more strikes land in rapid succession and Kakashi’s husky voice caresses his ear. “Shall we continue our interrogation or is there something you can’t wait to tell us?”
A lone teardrop skids down a sepia cheek – the words tumbling from his mouth ere he could make sense of them, or make them make sense.
“Resting between patrols,” he shouted over the music of the switch, the cane and the quirt. “So far away … couldn't sense enemy’s presence ... all I could see was Hound’s back. Leaning against a tree … thought he was injured …he was just taking a piss.”
Louder and louder, the switch and cane cut through the air, striking randomly - deeper and deeper, the quirt’s lashes bite into the flesh of his bound cock.
“Closed my eyes … imagining what Hound’s cock … looked like ... started thinking what it might feel like to hold his . . . cock in my hands. Wondered … how it would feel … his cock in my mouth … what it would taste like … when he came.”
Unbeknownst to him, Hound and Kakashi are exchanging knowing glances as they continue their barrage.
“Flopped down in the high grasses ... jerked off … caught up in my imagination … wasn’t aware of my surroundings ... when I came . . . the enemy had me cornered. it Stupid ... dangerous ... I'm sorry sir!”
Instantly, the songs of the switch, cane and quirt cease; a gloved finger lifts his bowed down head.
“Hate to break it to you, boy, but what you saw leaning against the tree was a clone; I was sittin’ on a tree branch right above you … I saw everything. That’s right … your captain knows all about it too.
What we don’t know, is why you would do something that stupid.”
“However, since your confession is out in the open," Kakashi said, as he walks toward Hound, "that changes everything.”
"In other words, now comes the fun part," Hound tells them as he slaps the quirt against his palm. "So, you want me shove my cock down your throat until you choke, is that right, my little nasty boy?”
Still catching his breath, Yamato averted his eyes for a second.
Yes, god yes, he wanted to say. Throat fucked to death ...what a way to go, he thought as his eyes raked down and land on the growing bulge inside Hound's pants.
Kakashi laughed and clapped his arm over Hound’s shoulder, his eye hungrily drinking in the sight of Tenzou's pained erection.
“Now, now, Hound-san, let's not tease him. He’s already embarrassed and so close to cumming. And yet there’s still truth that needs telling ... isn’t there, Tenzou?”

The sound of a cane slices through the air once more.

NOTES:
Animus: strong dislike or enmity; hostile attitude.
Edacious: devouring, voracious, consuming.
Miasma: a dangerous, foreboding, or death-like influence.
Monomania: a psychosis characterized by thoughts confined to one idea or group of ideas; an inordinate or obsessive zeal for or interest in a single thing, idea, subject, or the like.
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