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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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Yes, senpai … there is more,” he heard himself say.
A limbic system in limbo – a mental power outage, where communications are jammed between sensory and motor neurons; it was an effect of the Sharingan he’d heard tell of, yet never before experienced. More powerful than a kamikaze, his body awash in the frothy foam of endorphins and dopamine, the sensations of relief, cleansing and rejuvenation link arms with a haunting sense of loss, a gritty feeling of filthiness and an uncomfortable wooziness as he leans against the leather leads for support.
Pride and a sense of accomplishment hopscotch through his muscles, granting him strength to grab hold the overhead restraints as he pulls himself up to his full height.
One minute he’s congratulating himself for enduring thus far … and in the span of a blink, he's berating himself for having enjoyed what they'd dished out - loathing the neediness within that begged for more.
Led on a chivy by the charmingly schizophrenic Kakashi, he’d given himself over to the continued euphoric symphony of the high pitched whistles of the switch and cane and the piercing swipes of the quirt. In anticipation of reward, he dares initiate eye contact - first with Kakashi and then with Hound’s static mask as they stand before him … the implements of correction, loosely held in their hands as they return his confused glare. Their respective Sharingan, skipping over the goosebumps rising under his skin ... storing images of his body into their collective memory bank.
From the beginning and up to this point in the helter-skelter excursion of sensations, the singular emotion of fear remained consistent – he knew a pause in the action didn’t mean cessation of punishment, especially since Hound was ‘in the game.’
So, this what insanity feels like, he inwardly laughed. Now if only I could stop myself from talking so much … I’d be golden.
It was but a pipe dream, for the hypnotic power of the Sharingan had already broken open the fount of truth; without his consent, penetralia of his thought life bubbled up unexpectedly … gushing forth unrestrained both for Kakashi’s inspection and Hound’s disparagement.
No matter, he comforted himself when he sucked in another breath. From tonight onward, I’m a free man… the burden of hiding my feelings will no longer weigh me down. And with that thought, the shaky smile on his lips grows broader.
“This last mission,” he began, “with our targets inactive for so many hours on end, my mind wandered. I knew Hound was conducting surveillance … I knew I was safe … knew I had to do something to relieve the boredom.”
There was an irritated yank on the length of leather attached to his cock and balls which set that wretched bell ringing again as Hound's laughter floated to the rafters.
“I made you feel safe huh? What the hell is with you, boy?
After all this time,” he said as the quirt slashed through the air, why is that
you still refuse to see me as the monster that I am?”
His aim was unerring and vicious, striking at an untouched area on the underside of his balls, but this time when his legs gave way, Kakashi was there - a warm arm wrapping around his waist, holding him close to his body. Incredible as that was, right smack in the center of his captain’s eye, Yamato saw a flicker of the mercy he wanted … needed beforetime.
He’s shaking his head slowly, unable to suppress the motion; his tongue, thick and heavy, his voice raspy as he slurs the words which once for all rejects the mercy he assumed Kakashi was offering.
“Not a monster, Hound-taichou,” he said. “I know you, sir … I trust you.”
“And I know you too, boy …
you’re a pathetic excuse for a shinobi,
just like your spineless leader.”
The warmth of his captain’s body clings to him still, even as Kakashi backs away; maintaining his silence, he watches Yamato writhe and shimmy when the quirt’s lashes repeatedly strike at their chosen targets.
When he senses his body can take no more, Kakashi suddenly reaches out, catching the lashes in mid-arc.
I believe you’ve made your point, Hound-san,” he calmly says. “That's enough; Tenzou’s obviously punchy … doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
“Ah yes … entering stage right, the fearless, dutiful captain, come to save the damsel in distress.”
“You go too far, Hound-san.”
“Protecting your little kohai ... predictable, it'll be your job forever won’t it? Well, let me tell you something … an alternate ending to this little playacting. For one thing, your boy doesn't want to be rescued.
A brief struggle ensues for control over the quirt and from where he’s standing, he can feel the shaking of their arms as they play tug of war with the little leather whip; he also senses a reawakening of something inhis captain … determination?
Enraged Kakashi durst interrupt his fun and most unwilling to cede his dominance, Hound violently tugs at the leash wrapped around his other fist. "Now, let me show what’ll happen if you stand between me and him again.” The heat of Hound’s rage pushed him and Kakashi a step backward as his captain’s hands flew up around his ears.
“Let’s be clear about one thing,” he snarled.
“I don’t give a shit about you or him.
Getting my revenge is the only thing that matters.
Are we finally understood, boys?”
Above the maddening sound of his heart shattering and that freaking bell, a timid “Yes, sir,” was heard.
He could see the muscles quivering in Kakashi’s arms and back as he stepped aside. And his time, since Kakashi wasn’t there to prop him up when the lashes licked at his swollen shaft, Yamato hung his head in the locks of his shoulders as his body wilted.
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When at last the noise of the bell ceased and the heaviness of the weights eased, Yamato caught snippets of their angry whispers between his ragged breathing; it wasn’t enough to know exactly what they were plotting, but there was an edge to Kakashi’s voice, a curtness which suggested Hound’s influence over him was weakening.
And after much effort to lift his head, he’s relieved to see the scowl crumbling from Kakashi’s face when the shutter of a pale eyelid hides his Sharingan.
“Tenzou, we’re agreed … what you did was remarkably selfish and --”
“Yes ... I know, Kakashi-senpai. That’s why I was willing to accept whatever discipline you dictated--”
“Willing to accept?” Hound snorts, as he pushed Kakashi from his side.
“Selfish? Is that all it was?”
Gliding from Kakashi’s side and directly into Yamato’s personal space Hound stood before him - his chest puffed out and fists grinding into his hips, he growled,
“What you did boy, is called dereliction of duty.
Runnin’ off to pleasure yourself during a recon mission …
it’s the same as treason in my book.”
“Settle down,” Kakashi chided. “It isn’t as if we were at war, Hound-san.”
Whirling about, his voice reaching outside the mask - grabbing hold of Kakashi’s nonexistent collar, he spat:
“I put my life on the line shielding this nimrod!
Nah,” he said, advancing on Kakashi,
“he owes me and I’m gonna make him pay.”
Yamato counted himself fortunate - Hound couldn’t see how his voice and body language affected him - shivering with want, his toes curling as they scrabbled for traction on the smooth floorboards, he was a steaming hot mess. Add to that, he was fully aware that his body was completely exposed to Kakashi’s roaming eye. That steely gaze, which held a mixture of anger and curiosity, set his ass cheeks clenching, his waning energy channeled into staving off impending ejaculation.
“Mind you now, I understand where you’re coming from too,” was Kakashi’s cool response to the agitated Hound. “But according to peacetime rules, discipline lies in the hands of the squad leaders. The wrong Tenzou committed was addressed … he’s been punished enou --”
“Fuck you Kakashi!
You’re acting as if he’s some hot blooded teenager
that can’t control himself!”
Something about seeing the quirt’s lashes swinging wildly as Hound gestured toward him prompted Yamato to speak up.
“You’re right ... Hound-taichou … I knew better.” Words clawed at his throat, demanding immediate exit as Hound turned to face him. “Had you reported this … incident to the Hokage, my fate would have been far worse.”
Still seething, Hound haughtily retook his place beside his captain, though not before bumping his shoulder into Kakashi’s chest when he turned about.
“Your kohai is smarter than he looks,” he muttered. “Wish I could say the same for you … jackass.”
Marginally lifting his head, his vision still blurry, Yamato stared at what he hoped were the static red lines on Hound’s mask. “But there’s something else,” he breathed, “something about the two of you that drives me … makes me --”
“Hold it! You tryin’ to say it’s our fault
you can’t keep your dick in your pants, boy?”
“No, sir … it’s a personality flaw - a defect if you will. A fault that led me to petition the Sandaime ... I wanted ... needed transfer from under your command.”
Another sharp jerk of the leash left him panting.
“Aww ... poor little Tenzou …
wants us to feel sorry for him,
because he’s the only shinobi in this village
with a fucked up personality.”
“I think the pot just called the skillet black,” quipped Kakashi. “Alright now, Hound-san you’ve had your fun … let’s get him untied.”
“That’s it? We’re done?”
Kakashi, who was starting to look and act more like himself, simply folded his arms across his chest and nodded. “Tenzou’s stubborn, he’s flippant and at times, he’s downright recalcitrant … but he never lies. So yes, Hound-san ... I believe our work here is done.”
The quiet shift in authority was almost like watching a spoiled child whose favorite toy was snatched away. Hound tucked his hands under his armpits and cut his eyes at Kakashi. It was hard to difficult to discern whether this was part of their scheme or if Hound was buying time … waiting for an opportunity to overthrow Kakashi.
“You’re making a huge mistake,” he huffed.
Letting him off this easily is gonna come back to bite you in the butt … you’ll see.”
“On the contrary Hound-san. We can’t very well enjoy the rest of our fun if he’s strung up like a Christmas goose, now can we?”
“Wanna bet?”
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