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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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In one swift movement, Hound dropped the end of the leash and stuffed the quirt’s handle inside his waistband. Stepping around Kakashi and grumbling under his breath, he stood before the juncture where the restraints met.
“Better get in front of him, or he’ll fall flat on his face when I cut him loose.”
Freedom … nearer than it had ever been, sent Yamato’s emotions into a tail spin, but Hound’s next move damn near stopped his heart.
With Kakashi drawing closer, Hound flipped up his mask, removing it completely as he allowed its straps to dangle over the quirt’s lashes.
Yamato couldn’t breathe … wasn’t sure if he ever needed to again.
As Hound stood there, a look of sheer concentration on his face while he studied the restraints and Kakashi within arm’s reach wearing a faint smile on his lips – it was too much visual stimulation for his mind to process.
Once more, long held secrets spilled from his lips.
“Until I met you Kakashi-senpai … I lived a sheltered life; I was young, impressionable ... distrustful of anyone wanting to befriend me for who I was and not just for what I could do --”
“Shush now, Tenzou,” Kakashi said. We’ll have plenty of time for --”
“No,” he said sharply shaking his head. “No, sir… have to get this off my chest … no more secrets!”
He closes his eyes as Kakashi cups his chin, leaning into the gentle touch of the thumb stroking across his lips. “You spared my life, not once, but twice after my orders conflicted with yours, senpai. After that, my respect for you grew … I valued your friendship … was grateful for the lessons you taught me in battle … and in life.   I admired you as well, Hound-taichou,” he called out to the man fumbling with the restraints. “But as I got older ... my feelings for you and Hound-san veered off in a weird direction.”
Looking up from his work, Hound chuckled, saying:
“It’s a common psychosis known as hero worship;
happens to us all the time, doesn’t it, Kakashi?”
Though he disregarded Hound’s boastful claim, Yamato could feel it, something stirring in the air around his captain; the shudder that raced through Kakashi’s body as Hound teased … was frightening. He could see it … and it gave him pause, it was as if the fog in Kakashi’s mind was dissipating as Hound’s control over him slipped a few notches.
Looking deeply into Kakashi’s eye, making note of the alterations in his breathing, Yamato whispered, “Back then, I was afraid …afraid if I told you how I felt … you’d ridicule me. Scared to death… if I told I needed to get away from you … you’d hate --”
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Hound yelled. “You’re making me sick to my stomach!”
Wiping away a tear from the corner of his kohai’s eye, Kakashi lowered his voice saying, “We haven’t much time.”
They were standing so close now ... he could feel Kakashi digging around for something inside his front pants pocket.
“Tenzou, you have to snap out of it. It’s imperative you trust me and do as I ask quickly.”
No sooner than Yamato opened his mouth to respond, Kakashi slipped two objects between his parted lips. From the bitter taste of the first one, he realized it was a powerful chakra restorative pill. The second one, overly sweet, was a food pill. Though his addled brain couldn’t understand why Kakashi would mix these two extremely potent medications, he happily swallowed them down dry.
“Hound-san,” Kakashi said over his shoulder. “In the spirit of fairness, don’t you think it’s time we tell him the truth too?”
Winding another length of leather around his hand, Hound glanced up at them saying,
“Long as I get what I want, I don’t give a damn what you do.”
With Hound’s fixation on recompense, time was Kakashi’s fiercest foe – no quarter was there left for miscalculations.
“It was me, Tenzou," he said, "I asked Lady Tsunade to pair us up for this mission. I had to know whether my feelings had changed over the years.”
His mind still a soupy mix, he cocked his head to the side. “Sir?”
Try as he might, Kakashi couldn’t look into those questioning brown eyes just now … couldn’t blurt out the words still forming in his mind. A furtive glance cast over his shoulder at the sound of thick leather zipping through a D-ring while Hound hurried through his tasks … the pained look on Tenzou’s face, when the pull across his shoulders was lessened and the agony of waiting for those military ration pills to have an effect – these combined concerns found release through a deep, weary sigh.
“When you came from the Foundation, Tenzou … you had average ninjutsu and taijutsu skills. I’d already vouched for your trustworthiness and the Sandaime seemed to think we’d work well together. But I knew there were some … ingrained behavioral traits I had to help you get rid of; things that would have hindered your growth as a shinobi.”
Kakashi was holding Yamato’s head upright with both hands now, physically forcing him to focus.
“Back then, I always made sure to correct you publicly or at least, somewhere within the confines of ANBU headquarters. It wasn’t that I wanted to humiliate you … though I’m sure I did. It was more like I couldn’t trust …”
Lowering his gaze, his jaw tense, Kakashi swallowed hard and continued, “What I’m trying to say is -I was afraid too, Tenzou,” he whispered. “I was afraid of myself and … what I was capable of.”
“Think we can speed this soap opera up a bit?” Hound wondered aloud,
“I can feel the bile backing up in my gut.”
Kakashi bit back a laugh as his hold on his kohai’s jaws lightened. Gone was the timidity of moments past as he lifted his head. “Tenzou, you remember the times when I brought you back here … for more …intensive correction?”
Confused, Yamato nodded his head.
“I brought you into my home because … I needed a plausible reason to see you … naked, ashamed – aroused. I had to give myself an excuse … and freedom to run my hands over your body --”
“Geez!” Hound chimed in as he knelt before one of the kunai.
“If you keep blowing smoke up his ass, I’m gonna blow chunks.
Listen up, Tenzou … here’s the real deal.
I wanted to keep you on as my little fuck toy…
but he wouldn't let me - claimed it would confuse you.
Even back then, Kakashi knew you preferred me over him
and damned if your actions didn’t reinforce that truth tonight.”
“Yes, well, it all sounds pretty ridiculous when it's said aloud,” added Kakashi with a hollow laugh, “but that's how I felt, Tenzou … back then.”
“See … your captain never liked the idea of competition,” said Hound while he slowly released the tension which kept Yamato’s arms aloft.
“Especially when said competition is a part of himself.”
When the heavy leather leads slap down against the floor and Yamato’s body tilts to the side when he staggers into Kakashi’s embrace.
“It's true, Tenzou, I always knew how you felt about us. But I chose to believe it was nothing more than a crush one develops on their mentor.” Dropping his gaze to the floor again, he went on to say, “I went through a similar phase with my first team leader, Minato-sensei. And like it had with me, I knew your adolescent crush would soon pass.”
Yamato’s bound wrists are the only things separating their bodies now, as Kakashi hugs him closer.
“Somewhere along the path of life, I realized what I felt for you went beyond friendship. That’s what scared me most.”
On the other side of the room, Hound was making retching noises while he gathered up the additional restraints and shoved them back inside the abandoned utility pouch.
That little speech wasted just enough time for the chakra enhancements to kick in properly and as they did, Yamato felt the veracity of his captain’s words working their way into his heart. Clarity of mind came with a price –intensification of the pain. It was brief and easily ignored as he felt his body melting into Kakashi’s.
“Because I knew and understood how you felt, Tenzou, I couldn’t bring myself to touch you in an overtly sexual way,” Kakashi whispered beside his ear. “Desire for you aside, it was my responsibility to prevent anyone from taking advantage of you … even if,” he said inclining his head toward Hound, “even if that anyone happened to be me.”
Firm hands gripped him by the shoulders, allowing Kakashi to look him straight in the eye when he said, “Know this, these last twelve years … I never stopped thinking about you … never stopped inquiring after your progress and well-being.”
That was as close to a confession of love as Yamato would get outside of a deathbed or in the dust of a battlefield. He’d take it. It was a confirmation he didn’t realize he needed until now. He’d cling to it for dear life.
In one breath, Kakashi’s words sopped up and completely obliterated twelve years of longing, loneliness and regret.
“Well then,” Kakashi said as he blotted away beads of sweat aiming to obscure Yamato’s vision, “now that we’ve thoroughly embarrassed ourselves and sickened Hound, let’s get you out these other wrappings.”
Dropping down to one knee, he quickly released the weights attached to the lead, casting them aside with a tiny growl. He took his time releasing the binds around Yamato’s wrists, massaging and manipulating his fingers until normal circulation returned.
But once freed, Yamato wasn’t sure what to do with his hands; standing at attention with his arms by his sides seemed ridiculous at this point. Knowing Hound would react violently if he felt Kakashi was being touched inappropriately, Yamato kept his eyes on the grumbling Hound as he moved about the room, returning the implements to their proper places in the box near where the chair once sat.
He boldly reached out, letting his palms rest atop Kakashi's shoulders.
“I’m gonna shift my position a bit,” Kakashi said. “Sure you’ll be able to stand on your own, Tenzou?”
“I … I don’t think so, sir.”
Again, Kakashi moved slowly, this time freeing him from the improvised cage.
“Hound rightly said earlier that I wouldn’t allow intimate relations between us, that’s because I was afraid of forming another attachment to anyone. Lost too many friends over the years,” he said as his warm hands gently ran along the folds of Yamato’s cock and balls. “Couldn’t handle losing someone else … I cared for.”
While his body thrust his hips forward, his mind screamed that he had to pull away or he'd never live down the embarrassment. In the end, he held back mid thrust mumbling, "Umm …. Kakashi-senpai? Maybe you shouldn’t … do this … right now … not sure if I can--”
“Don’t you want to cum, Tenzou?”
“Yes sir, but--”
“Then shut up and let me do this.”
*****
Yamato was sure he’d bite a hole in his cheek if he kept watching that slender, ivory hand knead his flesh, but he was far too mesmerized by the sight of the purpled head of his cock, disappearing and reappearing each time Kakashi stroked his red striped shaft.   And though he desperately wanted to keep his eyes open, emblazoning the image of Kakashi’s smug grin in the forefront of his mind, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Hound again – this time he was standing stock still, equally transfixed while he rubbed the quirt’s lashes over his own erection.
That was the tipping point.
Yamato’s fingers tangled in a soft nest of silvery strands, not wanting to interrupt the rhythm of the adroit fingers stroking his cock and gently squeezing his balls, but at the precise moment when Kakashi licked his lips - everything went brilliant white before his eyes. As his nails dug into Kakashi’s scalp … his balls, unbearably seize up as creamy ropes of ejaculate shoot over and dribble down his captain’s shoulder.
The scream of release wrenched from his throat, sounded more like it came from a wild animal as his knees buckled.
And when at last he opened his eyes, his cheek rested against a warm chest.
“Better now?” Kakashi asked against the crown of his head.
Three attempts to stand upright fail miserably and whatever it was that he murmured, set Kakashi’s chest shaking with laughter.
He’s firmly on his feet now with his body pressed as close as he can get to Kakashi and like a sleepy cat, Yamato inches closer still, until his chin hooks over the ledge of a warm shoulder, his head lolling beside the strong column of his captain's neck.
Right now he can count every small callous … feel every tiny loop and whorl of the fingers skipping over the skin on his back – he can describe in detail every contour and every pulsation of the hardness pressing into his belly and yet ... he couldn’t remember his own name even if his life depended on it.
Warm breaths ruffle his hair when their contact is temporarily broken – the same measured breaths alight on his lips for a split second when Kakashi timidly kisses him.
And as their lips part, his captain whispers a command that was at once inconceivable and terrifying.
“It’s the only way out, Tenzou,” he said.
“Don’t overthink it –be prepared to follow my orders.”

Notes:
Kamikaze: (Japanese) – meaning “divine wind.”
Penetralia: the most private or secret things; the innermost parts or recesses of a place or thing.
Chivy: (British) – to run about, to chase.
Beforetime: (archaic) – formerly.
Durst: (archaic) – have necessary courage for something.
Stubborn: unreasonably obstinate, fixed; resolute.
Recalcitrant: resisting authority, not obedient or compliant; hard to deal with.
Flippant: frivolously disrespectful, lacking in seriousness; characterized by levity.
Pretty sure you don’t care about all this jazz, but I have to get it out of my head. The limbic system is a network of the brain’s structures involved in emotion, learning and memory. Basically, it operates by influencing the endocrine and autonomic nervous systems; it’s interconnected with the brain’s pleasure center which plays a major role in sexual arousal. Endorphins (molecules, neuropeptides, or nature’s morphine), inhibit the transmission of pain signals and produce a feeling of euphoria – dopamine which is a neurotransmitter, plays a critical role in the function of the central nervous system. It’s linked to the brain’s complex system of motivation, reward and the behaviors associated with anticipation of reward.
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