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The More Things Change	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Sounds like your sense of humor survived intact … let’s check it out to be sure. Hey, I got it,” he said, with a snap of his fingers. “Let's go back to these alleged feelings you have for me ... oughta be good for a few shits and giggles.”
Kakashi turned his head slowly. “Alleged?” A silver eyebrow raised precipitously. “‘Shits and giggles?” Throwing aside the covers he was inches away from Yamato’s face in a heartbeat. “I damn near ripped out my heart and served it up on a platter--”
“Pfft …” he waved him off, “like you meant everything you said back in the living room … give me a break, senpai. Messing with my head is a sport for you.”
Damn, he’s gotta point there … he thought as his body relaxed. “How long have you known me, Tenzou … a week? When was the last time you heard me voluntarily discuss my private feelings at length?”
“Well, there was that one time at Ibiki’s house when you were --”
“I was drunk off my ass … and I don’t care what anybody says … Itachi did look good in that dress. Never mind that now,” he sniffed, sloppily repositioning the pillows at his back. “And for the record ... I’d appreciate it if you gave some kinda warning before you change temperaments; how bout a loud beeping sound?”
Yamato sat up and looked Kakashi square in the eye. “You seriously wanna go down the split personality road ... with me?”
“Umm … probably not,” he laughed as he inched away. Rolling away from the backrest, he propped up on his elbow as Yamato laid down. “What’s with you,” he asked, pinching at the other man’s arm, “why so salty?”
Jerking his arm away as he sat up again, he snapped, “Answer the damn question, Kakashi.”
“Fine … come on, lay next to me … please?”
“Not gonna happen, senpai.”
They almost bumped heads when Kakashi snatched him down to his level. “Didn't we already go over this? I told you the truth … meant every word I said - if that’s not enough then I don’t know what else I can do.” Angling his body away, he eased against the backrest, folding his arms across his chest. “Now … as to Hound’s return, we’ll need to--"
"See how you just switch things off and on? Like my feelings are no big deal to you--”
“Right now,” he snapped, “I’ve got bigger fish to fry than you not believing me Tenzou. You know how I am … what more do you want from me?”
He couldn’t bring himself to look at his captain at present, instead he opted for crumpling the sheets beneath angry hands stretched at his sides. “I don’t get it … what’s so difficult about telling me the freakin’ truth? What type of 'feelings' do you have for me, Kakashi?"
“Gotta say, neediness isn’t a good color on you, kohai.” Shit … me and my big mouth, he thought watching Yamato clench his jaw. “I have … feelings” he stammered, “that are reserved for … well, you know … you.”
"Okay. Are they feelings of duty ... like a captain has toward a subordinate?"
"Well, yes … and no." Crap ... when did I get this close to the edge of the bed?
Yamato scrunched another yard of fabric beneath his fingers. “So, you mean, feelings like one has for a teammate … an equal?"
He’s just gonna keep pressin’ until I crack. “Yes, Tenzou,” he sighed.   “The feelings I have for you are something like that and what’s more--”
he swooped down on the unsuspecting man, capturing his face with one hand,
kissing him hard and long enough to shut him up.
"They’re feelings like that … okay?"
Thunderstruck, he stared up at his captain, alternately poking Kakashi in the chest and pinching at his own cheek.   Bastard! I can’t believe he did that!
Kakashi was smiling and chewing at the inside of his lip.   Score! I can't believe he let me do that! “Guess we should check awkward first kiss off our bucket lists,” he laughed as he flopped against the pillows. “Now, if you’re ready to hear it, I’ve got a plan for our Hound situation; I mean when he physically returns, he’s gonna be pissed … we hafta be ready for that. I suggest we get some sleep.”
Sleep? Is he freakin’ kidding me?
In a flash, Kakashi had an armful of kohai; their bodies, awkwardly pressed against each other, their noses smashed together like a sloppy peanut butter sandwich.He eased back, gladly letting the younger man control their positioning and pace.
Turns out … it was a good call.
It was at once fiercely passionate yet, gentle, like a new lover’s explorations and a lifelong partner’s knowledge born of confidence and experience.
It was sweet and hot
and ... weird.
Though he didn’t want to break away as soon as Yamato did, he found himself smiling as a blush warmed his cheeks. “That was pretty good for a second attempt, Tenzou. Although we’re have to work on your approach.”
For that he got a nudge in the ribs and a snort of laughter from the man at his side.
“Listen … before we take this further, will you be honest with me about something else?”
“You don’t have bad breath Kakashi … if that’s what you’re worried about. Do I?”
“No, nothing like that. I just need to know why you’ve always shown a preference for Hound over me.”
Scooting backward he positioned himself closer to the edge of the bed. Me and my big mouth, just had to keep pushing him, didn't I? He half leaned, half sat up, frittering away the silence in a lopsided staring contest; when that failed, he tried killing time by clearing his throat loudly and repeatedly, hoping an answer would drop from the heavens – it didn’t.
“Well,” he said at last, “I’m not sure I’d call it a preference senpai - it’s kinda stupid really. You know I hadn’t been away from the Foundation that long when I first met Hound; he was less complicated than you are … I mean to say, he had a style of leadership I was already accustomed to--”
“Hmm … alright, I can understand that, however … you haven’t answered the question to my satisfaction. Surely there’s some other reason you--”
“Lookit … in his strange way, Hound always acknowledged my growth. I mean, sure he used it like an insult, but at least he tried to call me by whatever my given name was at the time.”
Kakashi thoughtfully ran his fingers over his lips.   “He calls you ‘boy’ all the time too … that doesn’t bother you?”
“Didn’t I say it was a stupid reason?”
“You did … and it is.” Slowly, he moved back into an upright position, adjusting the covers over his lap. “Kinoe was the name given you in the Foundation … Tenzou was the name you chose; to think I was so proud of myself for respecting your choice--”
“How the hell was I supposed to know that? I thought it was just laziness or your way of reminding me of how gullible I was in my early ANBU days and--”
“Oh no … you’re still gullible--”
“Jackass,” he mumbled under his breath. He looked up in time to see Kakashi's lashes flutter when he blew out an exasperated breath.
“Fine, from now on ... guess it won’t kill me to address you as … Yamato.”
“Okay, okay, senpai, look … you were kinda makin’ me think too hard about this thing and I ... didn’t exactly tell you the whole truth, alright? Hound was dangerous and unpredictable,” he blurted out. “You were always … safe to an extent. But that unpredictability of his … it challenged me …and,” he said, lowering his voice and eyes, “it kinda excited me in a … sexual way.”
Sliding down so that they were facing one another, Kakashi teased, “So, he stokes your furnace huh? That the whole truth?”
As he wiped the sweat from his top lip he hissed, “If you start laughin’ at me, I’ll strangle ya with these bargain basement sheets!”
“Aaah …Tenz … err … Yamato. Reckon this truth tellin’ business isn’t as easy as you thought? How ‘bout a compromise? You’ll be Tenzou to me in private, and Yamato in public. That work?”
Once more there was an awkward handshake; Kakashi refused to let him go this time.
“I want you all to myself, Tenzou … I always have.”
“Where’d that come from?”
Inching closer to him, Kakashi quietly admitted, “I don’t mean just sexually, though I’m pretty sure I’d like that part too.” He let go the other man’s hand and inched backwards to see him better. “I always wanted something more than friendship with you since we were in our twenties - kept talking myself out of it … didn’t think it was fair to you ... I had a shitload of crazy back then--”
“Had? Oh, please, you’re still nuttier than three fruitcakes combined Kakashi. But if this helps any ... I felt the same way about you ... since my teens; thought it was just a phase, so I tried to ignore it.”
He let go the other man’s hand with a sigh. “I never thought you’d be able to put up with my quirks outside a mission – you have no idea how much it used to scare me. I was kinda afraid that you’d be repelled by this fetish of mine too … knew you’d never understand it--”
“Kakashi,” he said grabbing his arm, “you’re rambling. Gimme a little credit, will ya? I put up with your quirks because I trust you despite the craziness. And as to this fetish of yours … I realize there are ninja out there into far scarier things.”
“You’re talkin’ about Genma, right?”
“No … why? What’s he into … never mind,” he said covering his ears. That’s the other thing … your recall is outta whack too; don’t you remember showing me all that stuff in the secret part of the armoire? Did I freak out then? No. Did I understand it? Nope. Did I ever think I could jump on board with the whole whips, clips and restraint things? Not in a million years … but tonight, well … guess it wasn’t so bad after all.”
“That’s because Hound was doing most of--”
“Seriously? You do realize I could've escaped at any point during the evening, yeah?”
Kakashi shrugged.
“The reason I stayed put was because I was made to understand two very important things.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he rolled onto his back and folded his hands under his head. “All my life … I ran around tryna please everybody else so they’d like me. It finally dawned on me that the only reason you resorted to physical discipline was because … you … you cared about me. Never had that with anyone else … probably wouldn’t let anyone else attempt such a thing either. The other reason I stayed was … well … on some level … what you and Hound were doing, gave me pleasure and--”
“Guess that makes you a degenerate just like me –”
“I’m not a degen --”
“Damn,” Kakashi snickered, “that’s gonna be rough, but I’ll put up with your masochistic behavior if I have to.”
“Gee … thanks, senpai.”
“Okay, now it’s your turn, Tenzou … didn’t you say there were some things you wanted to get off your chest too? Don’t give me that face … I opened up to you, so, go on … what embarrassing things did you wanna tell me?”
Yamato slowly rolled over again, his hands resting on his stomach. “You already know I wanted a transfer from your command,” he said quietly. “And you know one of the reasons why. Well … the Foundation ordered me to kill you once--”
“I seem to remember that … it was the second time we met.”
“Couldn’t do it, obviously. But after I'd been in the regular ANBU about three months, I was called before The Council of Elders. They thought you or rather, Hound were … ‘unhinged’ was the word they used--”
“Not exactly news, Tenzou. What did the Hokage say about that?”
“The Sandaime wasn't at the meeting. The Council ordered me to do whatever it took to earn your trust … to take whatever Hound dished out and then … and then, to make your death either look like an accident or a --”
“Suicide … those slimy bastards!”
“After your death, I was to collect blood and hair samples from your corpse … DNA, that way the village could continue your family line.” He turned to face his captain, “I might have done it too, Kakashi … back then, obeying orders without question or emotion was still a part of who I was.”
“I know … that's how you were programmed,” he said, “but Hound's survival instincts would have been stronger than your orders … we might have killed you, Tenzou.”
“The Council had a plan for that too. Locking you up for the rest of your natural life; that way, they could extract DNA from you whenever they wanted.”
He took a beat and inched away from his captain.
“Tenzou,” he said moving toward him, “I know what that sort of life was like … no hard feelings.” As they slipped into a quiet embrace, Kakashi choked up. “I’m so sorry they tried to take illegal advantage of --”
“Such is our lot, senpai,” he sighed. “Fortunately for you ... I always saw worth in what others called trash.”
“I'm … flattered?”
“Wait … I’m not finished,” he laughed as he moved away. “I requested transfer from under your command … three times to be exact and three times was the request denied. You, me, Hound … we worked well together and that’s all the higher ups cared about. But I was so confused about my feelings for you and him … knew one day it would distract from doing my job … almost got us killed this last time. “
“Sounds like a self-fulfilling prophecy … almost like you wanted to be found out.”
“I don’t think so. You know, I went through periods of time where I questioned my sexuality because of you. I knew I was supposed to like girls like all the rest of the guys did, so I thought something was wrong with me; couldn’t talk to anybody about it … lotta my sleepless nights were your fault.”
Kakashi reached out, pressing a finger to Tenzou’s lips. “Now you’re rambling; take a deep breath and let me see if I got things straight in my mind. As your captain, I was a ‘by the book’ kinda guy, which you appreciated, but apparently, I was too laid back for your tastes. Hound was more … intense--”
“Actually, he reminded me of my first mentor in the Foundation--”
"Lord Danzou? Sheesh,” he shuddered, “hate to think any part of me reminds you of him. Sorry, go on ... Hound's demeanor made him attractive to you --"
"Well, yes … and no.”
“His personality is that much different from mine?"
"Again, I’d have to say, yes … and no. I mean --"
"Tenzou,” he smiled patting his chest, “Hound is me … and I am Hound."
"Yes, yes … I understand all that,
but at the end of the day, since it's still you …   what does it matter?"
"Oh, it definitely matters …you only tolerate me on the off chance of seeing Hound; he’s the star attraction, I’m just a supporting player --”
“No … yes … not necessarily … look,” he said scratching at his temple, “I can’t explain it.”
"And yet you don’t deny tolerating me for Hound's sake."
"I didn’t say that … stop twisting my words!"
"It's okay.” he said when he rolled onto his back and further away from his kohai. “Hard to think I've been playing second fiddle to my alter ego all these years, but ... there it is."
“I knew you long before I met Hound, you big chucklehead; we were comrades and friends too, or so I thought; Hound was just a team leader--”
“Team leader, my ass! Don’t forget … I can see that look in your eye whenever you’re with him--”
“Really, senpai? You know I'd swim naked through an ocean of razor blades and man-eating sharks for you."
“I’d do the same, Tenzou; here’s hoping we’ll never have to prove that. But, I hafta say I’m grateful to Hound for getting one thing right this evening.”
“I’m sure I don’t wanna know--”
“He let me see a side of you I never knew existed.”
“You saw more than a side of me, that’s for damn sure.”
“Yes, I did. I’d forgotten what a big boy you are, but then again ... my 'recall is outta whack.' In one swift motion, Kakashi rolled over, hooking his arm around Yamato’s waist and pulling him close. “Tell me something … would you prefer I humiliate you or call you ‘boy’ whenever I don’t care to remember your name?   Cause if that’s true … you gotta a lotta nerve calling me a pervert.”
Yamato pushed him away. “This again? For the last time, this thing with Hound isn’t perverted, Kakashi …it's just a … a …hell, I don’t know what it is – it just is!"
“Maybe I will be strict with you from now on, Yamato, he said as he moved closer. “That means, taking you over my knee and paddling you like a naughty little boy whenever you misbehave … you seemed to like that--”
“I didn’t … I … don’t--”
“I see … then you'd prefer it if I bound you up tight and took a whip to your hard cock and balls--”
“Enough, Kakashi!”
“Oh … I see, only Hound has that privilege--?”
“Neither of you has that privilege --”
“Why not?”
“Because damn it, you’re Kakashi!”
“But I'm also Hound.”
“Well, you're not him right now, so …
just shut up and be yourself!”
His captain inched away, pointing at him with one hand and clutching at his stomach with his other arm as he laughed.
"The hell's so funny now, senpai?"
"Us. You’re attracted to the other part of me and I'm jealous of the other part of me because of you."
“That’s it,” Yamato said, yanking away the covers. “I’m gettin’ the hell outta here and away from your crazy ass.”
With a strong forearm to the neck, Kakashi pushed him onto his back, throwing himself atop him. "You're not going anywhere, Yamato," he snarled. "Now … what to do ... what to do ... shall I force you to your knees, grab you by the hair and ram my cock down your throat?"
"Get off me, you ass … it’s not funny anymore, Kaka --"
"Or," he said as his fingers wrapped around his throat, "shall I bark commands into your ear while I fuck you from behind?"
Tenzou slammed shut his eyes – a myriad of sensations, overpowering reason and self-preservation as his captain's cock grazed over his navel. Squirming beneath the deceptively heavy body, desperate for freedom even as he longed to be possessed by the man holding him down - words failed him.
"How interesting this is, Yamato,” he said, grinding his hips against his kohai's willing body. "You went from completely disinterested to hard as a brick when I spoke to you as Hound would."
"I don't want Hound," he spluttered. "I want you to be you and --"
"Which part of 'me’ do you really want?"
"I want the part of you that's still sane! Goddamn it! Let me go, Kakashi!”
The hand encircling his throat squeezed tighter and his eyes widened with fear when he heard the voice above him growl –
"Watch that insolent little mouth of yours, boy!"
His breath caught in his throat as he looked up into that cloudy grey eye. That voice … it can’t be …
Ka ... ka ... Kakashi?”
TMTC     TMTC     TMTC     TMTC     TMTC
On the rooftop above them materialized a lone shadowy figure; it's white cloak agape on the wings of gentle night breezes. As its ceramic dog mask was secured in place, the winds carried the sound of his laughter to the heavens. A black leather hand reached down to the kunai holster strapped around his thigh. Waves of malicious intent radiated from his body, sending the birds resting on nearby tree branches to flight.
"Well, well … looks like I got back just in time.”
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