Dirty Little Secret

CHAPTER 14



Naruto’s house was not far from the new tower, a small, cosy one-storey building with a garden at the back of it, though Kakashi knew that the Hokage paid an old woman to come and take care of it – he was completely clueless as to how to look after plants. Or he pretended to in order to support the elderly lady – with her son and daughter-in-law dying in the war, she was the only one looking for her infant grandson. Starving orphans was something Naruto couldn’t bear to even think about and he did everything in his power to look after the children of those who had fallen in battle, regardless of the side their parents had chosen in the conflict. It was one of the reasons why people adored him as much as they did. Now, during the winter, there wasn’t much work in the garden, but the woman had plenty to do around the house, with the Hokage barely having any time to get dressed in the morning before coming to work.



When Kakashi and Naruto entered the house, it was dark and cold and the blonde quickly sent the older man to start a fire in the fireplace so they could get warm. The former jounin complied and then followed him to the kitchen, trying very hard to ignore the thing that was still inside his organ, being jolted with each step he took. It didn’t hurt – it was too thin and too smooth to, but it provided the kind of stimulation that had him shivering. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate enough to be a host? How?



Naruto had pulled the ingredients on his kitchen counter already and was in the process of unwrapping them. The blonde pointed the vegetables:



“Begin with the tempura, okay?”



Kakashi nodded:



“Yes, Sir.”



Between them, they worked quickly, the older man almost forgetting about his uncomfortable condition as he concentrated on the cooking and following Naruto’s instructions. Soon, the table was set and the blonde handed him another yukata, this one made by a richer, indigo coloured fabric. Naruto leaned back against the counter to watch him change, eyes roaming his bared body from head to toe and then back until they stopped at his impaled, hardening penis. The scrutiny was so intense that Kakashi’s hands trembled as he slipped on the new garment.



Naruto smirked and reached to tie the obi around his waist, hands lingering at Kakashi’s narrow hips.



“This colour always looked good on you, Sensei.” He murmured and with his words the thin rod began to vibrate inside of him again. Kakashi’s knees immediately went weak and he sagged in Naruto’s grip, hearing him chuckle in his ear.



“Now, now, Kakashi-sensei. Where is your famous self-control? You are so good at taking pain, you can’t take a little pleasure?”



Kakashi swallowed, made an effort to relax and to stand upright again, looking away as he straightened his clothes.



“I am perfectly capable, Sir.” He stated and Naruto nodded, but the little smile did not fall from his face.



Then the doorbell rang and the blonde went to greet his guests, leaving Kakashi to finish the setting of the table.



Baki appeared first in the room, followed by a younger Suna jounin with pale hair and dark, serious eyes who was introduced as Tomogatsu Kenta, Baki’s assistant.



The four of them sat around the low table and Kakashi poured the warmed sake, then they began to eat.



They were all obviously in excellent mood, pleased with the deal they had made and when alcohol loosened their tongues and their souls, the mood became even happier. Not to mention that Baki obviously couldn’t cold his liquor much, because he and his associate began to sing a baudy little song about one of their previous Hokage’s toilet habits and Naruto joined in.



For Kakashi, it was pure hell. He served and tried to be part of the conversation as much as he could, but the constant moving made it almost impossible to concentrate and in the end it was all he could do to control his balance well-enough so as not to pour alcohol all over Baki’s flushed face. Kakashi was painfully hard, the thing inside vibrating randomly throughout the evening, leaving him immensely grateful for the wide garment Naruto had provided him with.



“Sho, Kak’shi…” Baki began, slightly swaying where he sat, eyes almost crossed at his nose “Did Naaa..Naruto her’ give it to you good yetch?”



Between Baki’s garbled drunken speech and his own problem, the former jounin could barely understand what he was saying, but when he did, he flushed.



“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered and tried to adjust himself in his pants.



“Oooh, come ooon!” the man exclaimed, wildly waving his hands. “Ev’rybody’s talkshing about it, Kak’shi.”



Naruto had begun to frown at the emissary, and so had his assistant, who wasn’t nearly as drunk.



“They have?” Kakashi asked softly.



“Shuuure.” The man hiccupped and pointed to Naruto. “Why elsh would he be keeping you? With your repu.. repusa… reputation and all?”



Suddenly the assistant, seeing Naruto’s thunderous expression, grabbed Baki and tried to pull him up.



“We need to go, Baki-san.”



“Yes.” Naruto said calmly. “I am afraid Baki-san will have a terrible hangover in the morning as it is.”



The Suna jounin didn’t seem too happy, but finally the assistant managed to half-carry, half-drag him through the front door, saying hasty goodbyes. Naruto slammed the door after them and then turned to look at Kakashi, who hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, looking down at the messy table.



“I didn’t know that people talked, Sir.”



Naruto sighed and rubbed his eyes.



“People always talk. About anything and everything. You shouldn’t pay any attention to it.” He took a few steps forward until he stood before Kakashi’s kneeling figure.



“Only my opinion about you should matter, Sensei.” He reached and pet the bowed silver hair. “And I already told you what that opinion was.”



Kakashi nodded, the Hokage’s hand still in his hair.



“I know.”



The hand slid down his cheek and grasped his chin gently, then raised his face to look at Naruto.



“You did very well tonight, Kakashi-sensei.” The blonde murmured. His silken finger rubbed tenderly across Kakashi’s masked lips.



“Take this off.” He ordered and Kakashi obediently pulled the mask off to reveal his pale face. Naruto sighed with delight.



“You won’t wear a mask in my presence anymore, is that understood?”



“Yes, Sir.”



Naruto let go of him, then headed for the bathroom.



“Coming?” he called as he looked over his shoulder.



Kakashi hurried to follow, swaying on his feet as his organ throbbed because of the sharp movement.



Inside, Naruto was already naked and Kakashi couldn’t help but stare at the golden body tightly packed with muscle, skin as smooth as silk, the mark of the seal on his belly gone, his cock semi-hard and already massive. When he turned around to turn on the shower he saw the new seal, the one signifying his unification with the Kyuubi – a long, intricate, sinister line along his spine, the glyphs of the jutsu spreading out like wings over his shoulder-blades. He was beautiful.



Hesitant, the older man shed his yukata and stood back, feeling distinctly uncomfortable – he knew that he was fit and well-formed – after all, he did train as much as his job and injury allowed him to, but he was nowhere near as muscular as the blonde – he had never been the type to put on much muscle. Not to mention that he was covered in so many scars – some from fights, others from torture in the rare occasions he had been captured during his missions. And of course, the large, slightly concave, discoloured mark on his thigh. His body was a map of life filled with unimaginable violence and he knew it.



When Naruto turned back to him, he paused to look at him again and then said:



“Turn around, slowly. Let me take a good look at you.”



Kakashi obeyed, knowing what Naruto would see – the whip-marks, the cuts, the hot iron burns – it wasn’t a pretty sight.



The younger man approached him and ran a finger down a lash scar, then traced another and Kakashi shivered.



“Sir…”



“Shh. Hush now.” Naruto withdrew his hand. “You can turn around now. I like what I see.”



He did?



The room was rapidly filling with steam from the running shower and Naruto tugged the older man under the spray with him, running his hands on his chest, down his flat belly to his hardened cock and the metal rod sticking out from his slit. Grasping the organ gently, he pulled out the metal and the flesh jerked in his hand, hardening even further, Kakashi moaning at the sudden pleasurable sting. Naruto smirked and made him lean back against the tiled wall, then turned to open a plastic box and took out a shaving kit – an old fashioned straight-razor and shaving cream.



“What are you going to do with that?” Kakashi asked, worry creeping in his voice, then at Naruto’s warning look he added “Sir.”



The blonde tickled at the soft hairs at the base of Kakashi’s erection.



“I did say I wanted those gone, now, didn’t I?”



He began to soap the base and then his balls. Kakashi dug his fingers in the wall behind him and moaned at the sudden stimulation.



“Don’t come yet, Kakashi-sensei. I forbid you.” Naruto’s voice was quiet but commanding and all Kakashi could do was nod.



When the blade began scraping over the sensitive skin, Kakashi began to whimper – it both tickled and stimulated him, not to mention that his adrenaline was pumping because of the proximity of such a sharp edge to a place so intimate.

“Please…please sir…” he begged, not sure for what he was begging – for Naruto to stop or to keep going.



Finally, the blonde put the blade away and rinsed the rest of the cream, leaving behind smooth, baby-soft skin. He gently cupped and massaged Kakashi’s balls and murmured:



“Much better now.”



By that time, the older man’s erection was standing up against his flat belly, its tip darkened to almost purple, leaking heavily, the clear pre-come mixing with the shower water and washing away.



Naruto pulled back.



“I am very pleased with you, Kakashi-sensei. Seems like you can follow orders after all – and to the letter at that.”



Kakashi could only moan in need in return, too far gone for a coherent answer.



Naruto smiled.



“You may suck me now, Sensei.”



It was all Kakashi had to hear to make him slide down on the wet tiles to his knees, ignoring the protest of his bad leg, grasping at Naruto’s hips for leverage and wrapping his hungry lips around the thick cock, suckling at the head for a moment to taste his pre-come and then swallowing around it, going down on him as much as possible, using one of his hands to grasp at the thick base and rub and massage it. Naruto’s hand immediately went to his hair and grabbed his wet locks roughly, a groan of delight leaving his parted lips.



Kakashi looked up at him worshipfully, met his eyes, and his head began to bob. Up and down, up and down, tongue running hungrily on the underside, humming gently in his throat. Naruto hissed and his hand tightened, but he did not begin to thrust in his mouth, still grasping at his self-control. Still, looking down at Kakashi like this, so submissive, so obedient, so very eager to please, mismatched eyes softened with need and looking up at him beneath wet bangs of silken and wet silver hair… it was almost too much. The older man pulled away for a moment, and, still grasping at the thick length, rubbed the erection against his cheek lovingly before he sank his mouth down on it again. Finally, it was too much for Naruto and he began to thrust roughly, holding Kakashi’s hair and fucking his mouth, growling underneath his breath with each thrust.



Apparently being treated like that was exactly what Kakashi wanted, because he came then, mewling helplessly around the invading length, his cock spurting white over his chest and thighs, only to be quickly washed away by the shower. The sight was enough for the Hokage to reach his peak and he growled when he came, keeping Kakashi’s head as close as possible, pumping his seed in his throat, delighting in the way the man trembled and struggled to swallow it all.



He let him go eventually, but Kakashi wasn’t quick to pull away, he took his time to suck him dry and then lick him clean, kissing the tip of the softening length lovingly before he finally let go of him.



Naruto leaned back and took a deep breath, then looked down at the quiet figure.



“You know…I might just decide to keep you.”