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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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Can you believe it? The end is in sight dear readers. Thank you for coming along on this crazy ride; I find I do not have the words to adequately express my gratitude.

That said, let’s see what devilment these three have gotten themselves into now.
Sunlight gleaming off the double-edged blade almost blinds him yet, he cannot turn away; his eyes follow a trickle of blood as it sped toward the hilt and Yamato cursed the choice set before him.
“It’s okay Tenzou … do as he says.”
This can’t be happening, he thought as two drops of blood splattered against the floor. “Why senpai … why the hell are you asking me to do something like this?”
“So this asshole with the katana at my throat can get his jollies--”
“Tut tut Hatake … have you forgotten? I’m an unstable, and extremely volatile asshole.”
“Kakashi,” he softly said, “if I do this … would you … I mean, can you … forgive me?”
“For what Tenzou, following orders? I could never forgive you if you didn’t,” he said raising his arms above his head.
“Alright … enough of this sappy shit! Yamato, make it quick and painful,” Hound growled pressing the blade deeper into his flesh, “or else.”
“Sir, if you kill him,” he hissed, “you’re dead too!”
“Ah … I see. Little bit of dick and suddenly, you’ve forgotten your place.” Though Hound turned his head toward him slowly, the edge of his blade had already shot out, falling against Yamato’s bobbing Adam’s apple.   “Perhaps I should just slit your throat instead.”
“Leave him alone Hound!”
“Fouling the air with your breath … speaking things unseemly, you both talk too much,” he said as the blade found its place under Kakashi’s jaw once more. “I’ll deal with you by and by Hatake. As for you, carry out your orders Yamato!”
Grudgingly taking his place at Hound’s side, he whispered, “I’m sorry … senpai.” Ingrained and indolent obedience pushed leaden fingers through the four signs;
Snake …
Rat …
Dragon …
Dog
The wooden door creaked and groaned, spitting out prickly triangular briers that bit into the flesh of his captain’s back. Torpid tendrils shoot from the briers screeching as they anchor ivory wrists and ankles in place.
From Kakashi, a wince, a hiss and a trembling grin.
From Hound, a hint of glee in his voice. “Well done Yamato.   Who knew your kohai was capable of this level savagery?”
“He’s obviously learned from the best.”
“How you do flatter me Hatake, but as I’ve had my fill of your gums poppin’, what say I remedy that bit first?”
When the katana warily slid inside its sheath, Yamato let out a relieved breath, but in the twinkling of an eye, Hound stood inches away from his captain with a large clean cloth, pulled from his utility pouch in one hand; shiny black claws of his other hand tracked angry red lines into the marmoreal complexion of the lower half of Kakashi’s face. His jaws forced open and cheeks puffed out as inch by inch, the cloth is jammed into his mouth, Kakashi struggled to control his breathing as Hound pressed his body backwards into the briers.
Sickened by the sight of his captain now defenseless, again Yamato could not tear his eyes away; pangs of guilt rip at his soul.
What have I done?
The noise of metal scratching at the wooden floor when Hound stepped backward made him sick to his stomach.
I hafta do something to help him … but if I interfere--
“Looks like a hairless chipmunk, doesn’t he?”
“Sir?”
“Flashes of defiance in that cold grey eye, the sharp bones of his hips, jutting beneath pale skin; wrath and pain etching lines into his brow ... beautiful ... isn’t it?”
He’s insane. Slowly he lifted his eyes, taking in those long lean legs, the musculature of his thighs, standing at attention as he twisted his hips this way and that. Ever upward, he watched rise and fall of his abdomen; his chest, the skin around his nipples, pebbled. Thin muscles in his neck made delicate collarbones rise to prominence each time he turned his head. And that smirk on his lips and the devious arch of his eyebrows; heaven help me! Manacles and fetters of dark brown wood, imprisoning smooth ivory skin … it was all too much. Even as he felt he could take no more, a flush of pink caught his eye; a once flaccid cock, slowly engorging and weeping.
How desperately one part of his brain searched for words of reason to speak into this situation, yet the inconscient demands of his body made it impossible.
“Yes, this is a beautiful sight,” he wanted to say. Perhaps I’ve gone insane too.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Now that I have your attention,” said Hound, “there is a matter we should discuss privately Hatake. Oi, fetch the chair from the kitchen, boy.”
Halfway to the exit, Yamato turned about, having formulated a final plea and the courage to speak. “Sir ... there has to be some other way to handle whatever problem you have with Kakashi. A fair fight perhaps?”
Hound’s response was a kunai whistling past his cheek and lodging into the door frame. “I won’t miss next time asswipe,” he said. “Now get the hell outta here!”
Backing away slowly, he shot a desperate glance at his captain.
“Oh, and while you’re gone, don’t bother wracking your brain for a plan to free him either, else wise I’ll make him pay double for your stupidity.”
It was then he saw the other kunai gripped in Hound’s hand.
“Yes sir.”
With the sound of heavy footfalls echoing down the hall, Hound rose, his mask a scant inch from Kakashi’s nose. “We’ve some unfinished business you and I.   Gotta tell ya, can’t stomach another twelve years listening to you bitch and moan about your little subordinate. So, I’ve decided to spill all the beans; we’ll see how much he wants you afterwards.” The tip of a kunai stuck fast against the hollow of his alter ego's throat. “Did I express my displeasure about being tied up last night? Looks good on you though, but yeah, don’t ever order him to do something like that again … hear me?" Clamping a hand over his nose, Hound laughed himself silly, watching the color drain from his face. “Desperation’s a good look on you too, Hatake … maybe I won’t kill ya just yet.” Kakashi's lungs seized up as the blade trailed down a heaving chest, its edge resting beneath his balls. “Who knows, maybe our little plaything might still respect you as a eunuch, which is what you’ll be if you ever try to subdue me again. Have I made myself clear?” There was a crude yank on the cloth and soon, Kakashi found his voice.
“If I’m a eunuch, so are you fool!”
“Well, you got a point there,” he laughed inching the kunai upwards to the side of Kakashi’s neck. “Still, I aint got no problem carvin’ up that pretty face if I hafta.”
“What’s that? Couldn’t hear a word you said over the noise of my knees knocking together; empty threats do that to me Hound … you understand.”
“You know me too well, Hatake,” he said as the kunai disappeared inside the holster strapped to his thigh. “I just like fuckin’ with your head and makin’ you squirm.”
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The old wooden chair now sat in the center of the room nearest the dresser and Yamato stood at his captain's left side. They watch in silence as Hound fumbled about with his utility pouch; they suck in a collective breath as the armoire key is proudly dangled before their eyes.
“Outta my way, piss ant,” he said as the armoire door swung open.
Hound reached inside, sending a pulse of chakra through the secret compartment. Kakashi grit his teeth and shook his head as the two-fingered tawse and hairbrush were flung backwards, landing at the foot of the rumpled bed.   And when the long wooden paddle and a riding crop joined the other implements, for the first time that morning, Yamato saw the fear in his captain’s eye.
“Hound … sir, why are you doing this?”
“Your captain is keeping secrets from you Yamato; reckon we’ll hafta loosen his tongue the same way--”
“But sir … you don’t have to do this--”
“Calm down, boy, I have no intention of doing anything. I am but the extractor of truth,” he whispered as he crept up behind Yamato, “that’s why I was summoned.   And you of all people should know … I never leave a job undone.” Hound grabbed him by the hips, grinding a semi-hardened cock against the cleft of his ass. “Pitiful creature your captain … embarrassed you’re witnessing his shame, yet thrilled to death you see him in this state. If I must say it out loud, that’s a very erotic image before our eyes, is it not?   The same cock that gave you pleasure is now begging for a bit of its own.”
The tails of the quirt listlessly flop over Yamato’s stirring cock as he trained his eyes on his captain.
“Take another good look at him; you’ve delivered him into my hands, all bound up and completely at my mercy … of which there is none. Wait a minute, what am I doing? This is all wrong, isn’t it, boy?”
“It is, Hound-san. I knew you’d see reason once--”
“That I do, Yamato. Now, spread your legs for me.”
“Sir?”
“Yamato ... you do know I hate repeating myself, right?”
Against sound reason, he complied, his body melting into Hound’s, though a small still voice inside him questioned:
The look on Kakashi's face, is it jealousy or just plain lust?
Hound gave him no quarter to invent an answer, teasing the handle of the leather whip against his open palm; in an instant, a surge of electricity swept through his body as the quirt’s lashes tore at his chest. Before he could catch his breath, a leather encased hand slipped over his hip and wrapped around his cock. Stroking gently, Hound whispered in his ear, “When we held you captive like this, your thighs were welted and red, crisscrossed with stripes from the cane, the switch and the quirt. Shouldn’t we let him experience the same pain you did?”
“Aaah, I … I aaah … don’t want to hurt him, sir--”
“Look at him… so furious I’m touching you this way that he’s actually trying to break free to protect you again; all the while, his dick's gettin' harder watching me stroke your fat cock.”
“Sir, please … can’t think straight with you doing that, I--”
“You don’t need his protection anymore, do you boy?” he said, the strokes along his cock coming faster and harder. “But you will need to teach him that he has to share.” Tightening his grip, he went on to say, “I wonder … what would be his response if I bent you over right now and fucked you before his eyes? Would you really care what he was thinkin’ while I was balls deep inside you?”
His breathing ragged as that image burned into his mind, his palm slid down Hound’s thigh, meeting no reprisal. Hound backed away and on return, the handle of the riding crop finds its way into Yamato’s palm as Hound ground his hard cock into the cleft of his cheeks. “We used an implement designed for horses on you … let's see how much he likes being treated like an animal.   This little thing at the end of the crop is called a ‘popper’,” he said as he moved the frozen arm in a way the weighted strip of leather slapped against his calf. “A slight flick of your wrist will have him up on his toes, squealing like a pig.” A clawed glove drug Yamato's arm through the motion. “Wonder how long before he’s begging for more? Let’s find out.”
The first strike left a tiny white imprint on his captain's thigh before it blushed red. “Now, bring your arm back in the opposite direction, like this and aim for the head of his cock.”
He clenched his teeth and followed through.
“Not bad, but remember, an underhanded strike will catch his balls just right.”
It was only after being guided him through a half dozen strikes, that he noticed his captain’s reaction.
‘Angry euphoria’...
was the only way to describe the look on his captain's face; those exquisite murmurs of pleasure and the way a slow smile spread over Kakashi’s lips, sent a swell of confusion through Yamato’s body.
He’s taking the piss outta Hound acting this way … but what if he’s not acting?
Dear god! This feels so wrong, yet watching him writhe …
hearing him moan, it’s doing something to me it shouldn’t.
“Don’t tell me you’re wimpin’ out on me already, Yamato? Those sharp intakes of breath …. the red stripes scattered over his dick not doing it for you?”
“Sir … please, this is … too confusing--”
“I understand completely and I can tell you wanna apologize for letting me use you to tease him. Well, go on then… give your captain a hand,” he laughed.
The crop crashed to the floor as he walked to the place Kakashi stood. At once, he was peppering his cheeks with kisses, stopping only to whisper, “What’s the plan senpai?   How do we keep him from--?”
“We don’t … he’s gone off the rails and he’s heavily armed. No heroics … understand Tenzou?”
Maybe all Hound wants is a show, he thought. Guess last night’s activities weren’t enough for a pervert like him.   He slid down that sinewy body, careful not to press him into the spikes until his lips grazed over the head of his captain's cock. He thought to loosen the cock ring, but dismissed the idea. On his knees, he gently grabs hold of the warm shaft with one hand, as his other hand cups and squeezes the tender scrotum. Licking his way upward, he opens wide his mouth and draws the head of his captain’s cock between his lips.
A gasp and a tremor of his thighs as Kakashi’s body stiffens.
“There’s a good boy; tease him to the point he’s ready to cum and then … leave him wanting.” Fingers tangle in his hair and claws dig into his scalp. “Go on … take his cock deep--”
“Stop it Hound! He can’t breathe!”
“Please … you aint that big hot shot; ‘sides, my game, my rules. I'm sure he’ll figure out a way to breathe, eventually. Humph … ‘Adapt or Choke,’ sounds like a fun drinking game,” he said grabbing Kakashi by the throat and slamming his body backward into the spikes, all the while forcing Yamato’s head against Kakashi’s crotch with his thighs. “What’s with that look, Hatake? Always thought you wanted to tickle his tonsils; was I wrong?”
“Not at the expense of strangling him!”
“You’re getting’ off on this, aren’t you? Your mirror image chokin’ you … your boy chokin’ on your cock. Well, can’t have you enjoying yourself too much, can I?” He stepped back for a moment. “Oh, quit your wheezing boy, release his arms, but place his wrists in cuffs. We don’t want him weaving signs. Once you’re done with that, take a seat over there,” he said, pointing to the chair. “I’m gonna tell you a little story while you blister his ass.”
Yamato caught his breath looking up between them - Kakashi, his arms still bound to the closet, his cock, slick with saliva; Hound, his fingers inches above the kunai holster, prepared to strike at a moment’s notice.
“Sir, I still don’t feel right about any of this--”
“I thought you lived to please your captain, boy?”
“I do, Hound-san, but this is beyond the pale.” Another stolen glance at Kakashi, that crooked smile darting across his lips, that gleam of desire in his eye and once more he turned to face Hound. “I can’t bring myself to hurt him more than I already have.”
“Tenzou … it’s okay. Haven't exactly been forthright, you need to see--”
“We’re all gonna see it,” Hound snapped, “the wretched part of you behind the facade--”
“I don't need you to broadcast my--”
“Quite right, Hatake. Once he realizes what a big pussy you are on his own, I’m sure he’ll make the right choice. Well? What are you waitin’ for boy?”
The cool wood chilled his body as he took his seat; his nerves - rattled as he released his captain’s arms and fashioned heavy wooden cuffs around slender wrists. Without a word, Kakashi walked toward him, draping his body across his bare thighs.
Meanwhile, Hound reaches inside the armoire, retrieving a medium sized box and placing it in the center of Kakashi’s back. “Go on, open it,” he said. “Yet another secret he was keeping from you.”
Trembling fingers undo the small gold colored latch. Inside, nestled in blue silk lay a partially full vial of oil, a tan colored, round-ended cone and a coil of beads of various sizes.
“He told you he always asked after your progress and well-being ... that much was true. But after those ‘fact-finding missions, he’d lie there in his big empty bed with the contents of that box as his company keepers while he thought of you.”
Yamato dared run his hand over the quivering flesh of Kakashi’s bottom, feeling his captain’s cock grind into his thigh. “Is this true … senpai?”
“Yeah,” came the meek response as he raised his hips. “Wanted to tell you in my own way--”
“So,” he leaned over to whisper, “you were a slave to the demands of your body, just like I was, senpai.”
“God help me! Yet another sickening commonality … how quaint, but you’re taxing my patience. That big thing there is a butt plug, I take it you have some idea where it's supposed to go? No worries about prepping him overmuch ... your captain likes it rough.”
Drizzling a line of the viscous fluid into his palm, Yamato gripped the vial between his fingers, sliding and rolling the plug through the oil. Slowly he raised his eyes to Hound, watching him twirl the finger grip of a kunai around his index finger; an unspoken threat should he be hesitant about the task assigned. Carefully replacing the vial, he cupped a greasy hand about the box lest it fall. The soft moans and sinuous movements of his captain’s hips as the plug breached him, the warm wet spot growing larger against the inside of his thigh as he gently presses the plug inside and his own bodily response to this sight, made it difficult to concentrate.
“Ever wonder where that box of implements and the practice of adding new toys to it came from?”
“Huh? Umm, no sir.”
“It was a gift from his former master; busty, bossy little woman … hell of a swordsman though; she swung a mean razor strop and paddle too.”
“I don’t understand the connection, sir … who was this woman?” Please … please tell me he’s not talking about Lady Tsunade.
“Was? She is ... Noguchi Katsumi, the old lady at the bathhouse; she was jounin back in the day and quite deadly.”
“I thought she looked familiar, the years haven’t exactly been kind to … wait a minute ... Kakashi made me train under her too.”
“Course he did. She was the best and she’s the only surviving member of Hatake Sakumo’s original squad. Seems Katsumi had quite an itch for old Sakumo-san that he refused to scratch. A few months after the old man offed himself, she came looking for his stuck up little brat. Wanted to do her part …make sure the father’s legacy wouldn’t be forgotten or some such shit.” He reached up, untying his mask, letting it hang from a clip on his pouch. “With the permission of the Hokage, she privately trained your captain in the art of kenjutsu; that was his father’s specialty. Taught him to channel lightning nature through the metal of his sword for a quicker kill. But your weak-willed captain never could never bring himself to use it effectively. On other hand, I found the technique quite useful. Surely you’ve seen me use it now and again?”
As Hound spoke, Yamato ran his hands over the smooth, cool skin of Kakashi’s rump. Now I understand, he thought.
“At first, Kakashi wanted nothing to do with all that sentimental bullshit … you know, the stories she’d tell of their glory days, what an honorable man Sakumo was and all that. Back then, he didn’t wanna hear it … tried to run away from all memories of his father and Katsumi too every chance he got. She always caught up with him and dragged his scrawny ass back to the woodshed.”   Stepping between Kakashi’s wide spread legs, Hound leaned over, his gloved fingers, grabbing hold the end of the butt plug and pulling it out slightly. “Every time he rebelled,” he said, ramming the plug deeper inside, “every time he talked shit about his father, she’d set his ass ablaze with that old wooden paddle, a switch or a razor strop.” He clutched at his stomach and laughed. “How I wish you could see the face he’s making now, Hatake. Uncurl your lip, boy … they didn’t have sex or nothin like that.”
Yamato kept hold of the box as his captain writhed and moaned whenever Hound withdrew the butt plug and rammed it deeper inside him.
“Every few months as the training got harder, she’d hafta add a new implement to her arsenal. That’s cause he'd mastered that shit eatin’ grin, like he wasn’t fazed by her efforts. By the time he finally got his act together, she gave him that box as a reminder to honor his father … or else. If only she knew what became of it,” he laughed. “The other implements in the armoire, he gathered on his own over time or they were gifts from former lovers. You’d be surprised how many women and men wanted him to tie ‘em down and leave ‘em bruised. I remember this one broad …liked being tied up and fucked in the ass ... ah, she was my kinda woman.”
“That’s enough, Hound,” he grunted as the plug slammed inside him.
“Right … let’s move on then,” he said as he snatching up the box and walking toward the rumpled bed.
“Why are you telling me this, Hound-san? Is it supposed to make me think less of Kakashi? Am I to despise him, belittle him for surviving such treatment the only way he knew how?”
“Wake up you idiot! He made you divulge shameful things from your past; if you ever wish to have equal footing with a man who thinks himself above you, sometimes you hafta play dirty. ‘Sides, it’s been a long time since anybody whopped his ass, Yamato,” he said taking a seat at the edge of the mattress. “Give him what he deserves.”
“I'm telling you again sir, this doesn’t feel right, sir … I mean this part is … okay, but --”
“Tenzou," his captain groaned, “it’s alright ... do it!”
His breaths quicken as he watches the impression of his hand spread across the surface of Kakashi’s left buttock; a blotch of pink on an alabaster canvas. The sharp inhalations from his captain as he laid down a matching print on the other cheek emboldened him - but Hound caught him short.
Catching the heavy object as it rocketed toward his chest, he heard the other man say, “I told you he likes it rough, didn’t I? Use this.”
The hairbrush, its weight familiar in his hand; his forearm fell naturally, draping itself across the small of his captain’s back. “Kakashi ... I don’t understand why you’re letting us do this to--”
“I’m as stubborn as you are,” he said over his shoulder. “Willing to do whatever it takes to prove I’m serious about--”
“Enough with the chatter,” Hound interrupted. “We’ll let the truth come out in its own way - through pain.”
“I can take it, Tenzou."
With the sharp snap of his wrist and the moans of pleasured pain coming from his captain, soon, the achromatic canvas becomes a muted red. “What are you doing? We shouldn’t be enjoying this,” the logical portion of his brain screamed.
“Quick question,” Hound said, “you spent how many years thinking yourself unattractive? Thought you’d always hafta to pay some whore to spend time with ya ... to fuck your brains out; resigned yourself to being alone because no one wanted you, sexually or otherwise…”
The brush held in mid swing as he looked to Hound. “How did you … who told you about that?”
“Nobody had to tell me nothin’ … I know how you think, boy. And judging from your expression, I bet Kakashi hasn’t fessed up about his role in that negative mindset of yours either, did he?”
“What is there to confess?”
“Oh, I get to tell you the truth about that too, huh?” He crossed his legs and leaned back. “Let’s see … it was the day after his ‘retirement’ from ANBU; he made me deliver a message to your teammates and those who might become your teammates. Made me threaten to kill up any and everybody who made a move on you sexually, all because he wanted that sweet little ass of yours for himself.”
“Goddammit Hound! If you’re gonna tell the story, then tell it right! Tenzou, sex with you wasn’t the only goal--”
“Who you shittin’ Hatake? Me or him? Think of all the money you wasted Yamato ... all the lonely nights, wallowing in self-doubt, hating yourself because of him--”
“Kakashi, tell me he’s lying --”
“I’d brook no competition for you, Tenzou …that’s the truth; but I didn't just want sex--”
“Bullshit! The time is now, Yamato... sublimate the rage that’s been eatin’ at you for years … do it!”
The hairbrush fell time and again, the fury he didn’t realize was still there, fueling each swat. Tiny circles, extended outward until the entirety of his captain’s bottom blossomed red.
“That’s it,” Hound cheered, “make him pay! What a fool, your captain was, he didn’t know until last night you were saving yourself for him all along. Stop! Stop, I said! Can you convert that chair into a low table?”
“What? The chair … a table? I think so, sir,” he huffed. “Why?”
“Let him go …
I’ve got a better idea.”
Notes:
Indolent: having or showing a disposition to avoid exertion; slothful.
Marmoreal: of, relating to, or resembling marble.
Goad: a stick with a pointed or electrically charged end, used to drive cattle; anything that pricks or wounds like such a stick.
Brook: suffer, tolerate.
Sublimate: diverting the expression of an instinctual impulse or desire from its unacceptable form to one considered more socially or culturally acceptable; diverting the energy of a sexual or other biological impulse from its immediate goal to one of a more aesthetic nature or use.
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