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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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Would that he could remain like this ... just a while longer.
Reality altered as the frayed cords of redemption and release bound them closer, their breaths and heartbeats in sync and time’s passage measured by the click of Hound’s strident footfalls. His fantasy disrupted as the soldier pills worked their magic - physiologically energizing him, burning away the mental fog and providing strength to his wobbly legs. The chest pressed against his rises and falls as the voice beside his ear murmurs … the words spoken, he caught but a few as Kakashi cuts asunder their sweaty connection.
“Sure you won't tip over when I let go, Tenzou?”
He was certain he'd barked out a cavalier laugh and said ‘yes,’ or at least he meant to - it was hard to concentrate, what with Kakashi coyly smiling at him as he held him at arm's length and Hound coldly glaring while he stalked the length and breadth of the room.
Amazing how the truth works, he thought, his eyes following the curve of Hound's ass when he stormed off to a far corner of the room.
Truth was, though Kakashi and Hound shared the same body, which he craved, the scales of his favor always dipped toward Hound and the raw sexuality he embodied. It was an ugly truth which Hound rubbed in his face tonight and an undeniable verity which sparked jealousy in Kakashi.
What was I thinking? Hound never could be trusted, especially when an opportunity comes along to inflict pain.
And for the first time in memory, when the pangs of disgust and loathing rev up his pulse, their target this time was the unmasked man pacing toward the mouth of the hallway; with his hands clasped behind his back and his scowl deepening with each step, Yamato knew that smoke screen of Hound's charade was soon to blow over or blow up.
And when it did even Kakashi wouldn't be safe.
Hound … in abeyance his fury lay - weakened but not yet satiated.
For countless years, he’d tolerated Hound’s complete disregard for his comfort and privacy … he’d swallowed down the contempt behind his actions and drank down every one of his arsenic laced words, believing it was only what he deserved. And yet when Yamato looked deeply into his captain’s eye, the twinkle of kindness he saw there made him realize what a fool he’d been.
Kakashi ... was always the one who stimulated and engaged my mind - he was the one who stepped outside his comfort zone, slowly drawing back the curtain and letting me witness the ‘whys’ and ‘wherefores’ which drive his actions.
Ah, but Hound, damn it … he’s the pebble dropped into in the deep, still and murky waters of my soul, the mediator of confusion and frustration betwixt our tortured souls; me and Kakashi, prisoners of algolagnia and Hound ... the prize I’ll never possess.
An expected side effect of the soldier pills left him trembling, with rage for ever having doubted his captain.
“Settle down now, Tenzou, I'm sure we’re all anxious for the next step,” Kakashi said, his fingers lightly brushing over the raised stripes on his kohai’s thigh, “but these need tending to first.”
“Leave it till later,” Hound turned and growled. “Pain will help him remember his stupidity … ‘sides, he aint bleedin’ that much.”
“His skin’s broken, Hound-san. I promise, I'm more concerned about preventing infection than I am about lessening his pain,” Kakashi replied, when the specialized ANBU medical scroll slips from his fingers. With a small pop of chakra, the scroll fluttered to the ground, unfurling at Yamato’s feet, its surface lined with neat rows of salves, jars of creams and vials of oils.
Bending down to retrieve one of the small blue jars, Kakashi warned, “This is gonna burn like hell, Tenzou. Might want to brace yourself. Meanwhile … mind fetching the chair for me, Hound-san?”
If looks really could kill, Kakashi would fallen dead the end of that sentence – for the smokescreen was lifting, revealing Hound as the monster he professed being.
Metal spikes claw at the floorboards when he stomps toward the kitchen. “All this kindness bullshit is getting tiresome, Kakashi,” he spat. The chair, its wood splintering under the force of Hound’s boot, crazily spun to a halt near the utility pouch. “How much longer you gonna make me wait?”
The smug little smile, and slowly raised eyebrow Kakashi gave when he turned to face his alter ego drove Hound further into the kitchen, cursing up a storm as he traversed over the linoleum tiles.
*****     *****     *****
A few minutes or perhaps it was an hour later, Yamato couldn't tell … didn't care to know as he watched Kakashi kneel before him, his hands gingerly slathering the front and sides of his thighs with a thick yellow salve.
“Now isn’t the time for second thoughts, Tenzou,” he whispered. “We both know Hound’s ready to snap and I need to know that you’re going back me up.”
“Are you sure this is the only way, Kakashi?”
“ Nothing beats a failure but a try, Tenzou."
The fact that Hound had gone quiet after disappearing inside the kitchen combined with the slight tremors he felt in the hand gliding over his flesh gave Yamato hope that Hound at last was defeated and the process of reabsorption into Kakashi's body was underway.
He was nervously weaving to and fro, trying not to laugh or blush while his captain applied cream to his tender scrotum, when regretfully he heard Kakashi say:
“There, that oughta do it.”
Kakashi seemed unsteady as he rose, hesitant as walked to where the chair crookedly sat, and downright nervous when he took his seat. Soon afterward, he was all smiles and sunny confidence when he patted his thigh, the unspoken signal for Yamato to drape himself across his lap.
“But sir, I thought --”
“Your punishment is over … come along now, over you go.   I wanna take care of those welts on your butt and the backs of your thighs.”
“Ah, for crap’s sake,” Hound snapped when he emerged from the other room. “Don't tell me you’re gonna heal him too, are you?”
“Course not - I’m just making things easier for us,” he said, repositioning Yamato’s body so that one of his legs was now straddling his captain’s knee. “Hold your temper Hound-san and think about this. Suppose Lady Tsunade notices his gap-legged gait, or what if she sees him having difficulty sitting down and getting up? Can you imagine how she’ll react when we she realizes we didn’t follow regulations, opting for a hot soak instead of trotting off to the hospital for a post mission check-up?” Noting Hound’s sour reaction, he hastened to add, “Perhaps, you’d like the honor of explaining our rationale to her?”
“Sounds like a job you’ll have to tackle all by yourself … Captain.”
Yamato stifled down a laugh; his body flinching when he saw the tips of Hound’s boots approaching the chair’s leg.
“As for me,” said Hound, grabbing a fistful of Yamato’s hair and yanking his head up, “I’m tired of waiting for you to get your shit together, Kakashi.
Somebody owes me a blow job.”
*****     *****     *****
Yamato had but a moment to look up into those handsomely deranged eyes, before his face was smashed against the black fabric of Hound’s crotch. His breathing hitched up a notch when Hound’s thick, semi hard cock rubbed itself over his lower lip and when the earthy scent of arousal wriggled itself into his nostrils, he briefly struggled as his own cock violently jerked against Kakashi’s inner thigh.
“How ‘bout it, boy? You were so curious to examine me earlier,” said Hound while he wrestled with his zipper, “Go on then, show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”
Shit! After that big talk about wanting this, I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do now!
“Oh please, as if we’ve never had a blow job before,” pooh-poohed his brain.
“Mimic what the bathhouse whores do to you and if Hound doesn’t like it, he’ll let you know.”
Immediately, Yamato arched his back, eschewing the awkwardness of his position, he steadied himself with his palm against the floor and reached out with his other hand, tentatively grabbing hold of Hound’s cock; his tongue instinctively flickered out, catching up droplets of pre-cum like a cat having its first taste of cream. And before he could stop himself, his mouth opened wider … his hand slid down to the base of Hound’s cock that he might draw him in deeper.
Admittedly, things were a bit clumsy; between fighting back an overactive gag reflex each time Hound thrust into his mouth and fretting if his technique was correct, but in the end, it didn’t matter. Hound seemed to appreciate his amateurish attempts, responding with longer intervals between thrusts. Recalling what he’d done when forced to clean Hound’s glove with his tongue, Yamato relaxed his throat, and sucked harder, his tongue enfolding the hard cock sliding backward and forward over the slippery convex surface.
And as his spent cock reawakens with vigor, it seemed as if Hound’s moderately paced thrusts over his tongue were spurring Kakashi into deeper exploration.
Add to that, the cool almond scented oil Kakashi was spreading over his buttocks and thighs did have a numbing effect, which eased the slight burn when his slender finger breached Yamato’s unprotected rearguard.
By now, though Yamato desperately longed to stroke himself – he resisted the urge for fear they’d stop. Suddenly, a gloved palm slapped against the nape of his neck seconds before Hound’s thrusts became quicker and more forceful. And without warning, Kakashi withdrew his finger that he might add another ... massaging, searching, filling him.
Embarrassment leapt out of the way of his voracious libido when the tempo of Kakashi’s fingers inside him changed; it took a few seconds before his mind registered the fact that Kakashi had slipped his other hand down and now, he was firmly stroking his cock while he crooked the fingers inside him upward.
Pushing back on the fingers which kept bypassing that ultra-sensitive spot just a bit deeper inside, he was edging toward his second orgasm of the night. And he was happily caught off guard when said orgasm steamrolled over him … but there was little time granted to enjoy afterglow, for a nanosecond later, hot, spicy spurts of Hound’s cum shot down his throat.
As soon as his mouth went slack, Hound stepped away, his laughter derisive between heavy breaths. Once more the hand wrapped around a goodly amount of his hair yanked his head upward.
“You need more practice, boy,” he said as he tucked himself in and zipped up. “You got the job done, but next time, I expect much better.”
Wiping away the last traces of jizz from his lips with the back of his hand, the retort he so wanted to give was fortunately cut short when Kakashi shouted:
“Now, Tenzou! Do it now!”
*****     *****     *****
It took a second to catch his breath … and another one to see the look of confused anger flashing over Hound’s face - then he watched, transfixed by the speed at which tendrils of wood snaked through the finger grips of the kunai still embedded in the floor, trapping Hound’s limbs with the suddenness of a striking cobra.
“The fuck are you doing, boy?”
“Following the orders of my captain, sir.”
“That’s right,” Kakashi said with a measure of pride. Gently rolling Yamato from his lap that he might stand, he added, “There isn’t gonna be a ‘next’ time. As a matter of fact, you’ve overstayed your welcome, Hound-san.”
From his front pocket, Kakashi drew the final scroll and Hound’s eye widened in fear.
In his lifetime, Yamato had seen Hound do many things, but never before had he seen him recoil in terror, from anything or anyone. Whatever this thing was that Kakashi held in hand was powerful enough to put the fear of god in Hound and that was saying something.
“Are you outta your goddamn mind?” Hound shouted as he tried in vain to free himself. “You know that thing will shorten our life, right? Damn it, Kakashi, think about what you’re doing --!”
“I’ve been doing nothing but thinking, Hound-san.”
Rising, Yamato intended to stand behind Kakashi, to present a unified front against their enemy; that was the plan, until a wave of Hound's fury physically pushed him backward. Falling to the floor, he could do nothing but sit there quietly as Kakashi knelt and laid the now open scroll at Hound’s feet.
“It’s for the best, Hound-san … now, either you go back to where you belong by choice, or I will use force.”
This time, Hound actually spit in Kakashi’s face.
“Don’t you dare throw my words back in my face, asshole!”
Looking away from the spittle glistening as it clings to Hound’s chin to where it slithers down Kakashi’s cheek, Yamato realized his captain was struggling to stand to his feet - the slow drain on his chakra left him with his head bowed and his eyes fighting to remain open; once sure fingers, now clumsily move through the hand signs necessary for activation of the jutsu formula contained in the scroll.  He knew then he had to move quickly or else Hound would surely break free.
In the blink of an eye, he’s standing by Kakashi’s side – their point of contact burning as he forcibly channels his own chakra into his captain’s body; his hand, shaky against the chilly skin between Kakashi’s shoulder blades as raw power flows through him.
Almost immediately, the imprinted seals leap from the scroll with a frightening howling noise, attaching themselves at various points along the wooden tendrils. Petrified, Yamato watches Hound's body convulse and the screams of Hound’s pain when the seals elongate and anchor themselves into the floor, set his teeth on edge.
One final shout … one last curse erupts from the lips of the being Yamato idolized,
as the man he once believed indestructible, withers in a dead faint.
Kakashi too looks as if he’ll fall over from the exertion; an unshed tear welling up, ready to spill as he watched a part of himself crumple and die.
In the stillness, at last Yamato finds his voice. “Senpai,” he breathes, “is he … are you gonna be alright?”
It took a while before he answered, before the shell of his grief finally cracked – when it did, Kakashi threw his arm over his kohai’s shoulder, a wan smile on his lips.
“He’ll be fine, Tenzou. I’m a little weak, but I believe I’ll survive." His voice, now a hoarse, halting breath, softly teases, “I think we can both do with a lie down, what do you think?”
As they sway and stumble from the living room, their arms linked around the others waist for support, his captain sweeps his hand over one light switch, which leaves Hound in utter darkness; with a flick of his wrist, the other switch provides dim illumination within the hallway.
Kakashi was much paler than usual … his pulse, slow and his eye vacant. It was frightening how frail and worn he looked. "I don't care what you say, Kakashi, you need to go to the hospital."
Another moment's hesitation, a backward glance cast over their shoulders and Kakashi leaned more of his weight onto Yamato. "You worry too much," he said, "and I don't worry enough. Just let me get a few hours of rest ... and I promise ... I'll be back to normal before you know it."
"Just a few hours,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and jovial while shaking his finger at his captain. “Afterwards, if you still look like reheated death, I swear, Kakashi, I'll drag you to the hospital by your nuts."
"Tempting, but I'd rather you cooked up a more creative and less violent way to handle my nuts, Tenzou ."
*****     *****     *****
As the door to Kakashi's bedroom clicks closed, inside the dark living room comes the sound of sparking electricity … the wrath of the Raikiri, illumines the tiny pitch black room as Hound’s eyes snap open … the blood red Sharingan glowing as his body jerks to life.
Soon thereafter, the low, maniacal laughter of a madman splashes against and shakes the drywall ... the entire room shudders with the power of his ire.
Brighter and brighter grows the eerie light now emanating from the whole of his body; slowly, the tendrils of wood quake and smolder, the seals sizzle, their edges curling.
"I’ll get you for this you bastards!” He whispers against the weighty blackness of his confinement.
“This aint over until I say it’s over.”

Notes:
Abeyance: temporary inactivity, cessation, or suspension.
Algolagnia: sexual pleasure derived from enduring or inflicting pain, as in masochism or sadism.
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