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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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Alternate Title: Who Gonna Check Me Boo?
Dark into light
Night into day.
What I am not, is he,
What I cannot, that does he.
Protector, tormentor …
Plague, curse … a fallen angel in disguise,
I the wick, he the flame.
I the blood, the body, he the animating spirit.
Passion, desire, taboo.
He the fount, the source, creator of the path …
mine only to follow through.
-Hatake Kakashi
His voice, weak at first, was scarcely heard over their ragged breathing. “All these years … all the bullshit I’ve taken off you.” Slowly raising his chest, his voice was harsher now, “Everything you put me through tonight … and for what … this? Is that all you got?” He threw his head back, suddenly catching the man behind him unaware, forcing him a step or two backward. “Get the fuck away from me!”
Dazed, Hound could do nothing but watch as Yamato kicked the table out of the way, scooped up Kakashi and pushed him face first into the armoire. Grabbing him by the shoulder, Yamato spun him around. “For everything I did to you tonight … I’m sorry. And before you say it, yes… I did enjoy the last part.” With an incline of his head toward Hound who now stood to his right he added, “Because of his orders and some of my own desires … I hurt you senpai and I--”
“Left me with a case of the blue balls is what you did.” Kakashi looked deeply into those sad brown eyes smiling as he said, “Guess that means you’re still hurting me. No way I can accept an apology until you uh, rectify the situation.”
Too intent on my own fulfillment … thought I finished him off. Immediately, he made to kneel,
but Kakashi would not have it so.
Threading his fingers through damp brown hair, he grabbed a handful and pulled his kohai up to eye level, ordering him to, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
At the click of Hound’s boots, Kakashi looked over Yamato’s shoulder giving the other man a wink when he moved into position behind them.
“Now, see what you can do about elongating and widening that table.”
With one arm thrown around his captain’s neck, the other flung out in the direction of the table, Yamato ignored Hound’s aggressive appropinquity, closing his eyes as Kakashi tightened the grip about his waist. He paid no mind to the groaning of the wood as it was manipulated into a form previously unintended, nor did he regard the clumsy jostling about while his captain seated himself at the edge of the table. He bit off a laugh as his knees smacked down with a loud bang on the tabletop when Kakashi abruptly rolled backwards. The nails digging into his hips as his captain guides them into position, a mere trifle, heightening the anticipation of pleasure which would surely follow.
Still slick with Hound’s cum, the crown of Kakashi’s cock easily slips inside. “Wish I could take things nice and easy Tenzou,” he softly murmurs, “I’m far beyond that now.”
From the corner of his eye he sees Hound; a splotch of red in the middle of his forehead, his cock in one hand, the handle of the holstered katana gripped in the other.
“Quit bumping your gums, Kakashi.
Prove to me once and for all that the
original is better than the copy.”
The scabbard rattled once again and Hound growled.
“Then you’ll forgive me, Tenzou for what I’m about to do.”
Before his brain can process another thought, Kakashi spears into him; the pain … the other side of exquisite.
In that moment,
he becomes a wild man bent on lubricity;
his nails claw at Kakashi’s arms,
his groans faltering in his throat as his eyes cross in pleasure.
And in that moment, he drops his guard,
long enough for Hound to walk behind him
and plunge the sharpened tips of his gloves into the flesh of his right shoulder.
“Feel obligated to show you why this copy always exceeds the original,” he breathed against his ear.
Without another word, he’s pushed forward, his hips raised to allow the fat head of Hound’s oiled up cock to press its way inside. He’s keening like a broken drill as they push and pull inside him, their cocks taking turns sliding up and down, inside and out. Stuffed, blissed out, he makes to leap away, to escape this narrow pit of carnality, the pleasure too much to take at once;
they will not have it so.
The nails dragging across his buttocks pull him down, spreading him further than he believed possible, the claws piercing the skin of his shoulders keeping him in place. He ceases movement, he can no longer fight, he willingly cedes, his nails sinking into the skin of his captain’s chest with every stroke as they move like pistons inside him and Yamato finds
he’d have it none other way.
His capitulation spurs both original and copy into punishing syncopation. With every downward stroke, Kakashi manages to tighten the fingers wrapped around his juddering cock and Hound’s arm wraps around throat every time he plows into him. A veil of white descends before his eyes, he's inching toward the brink; a moment of clarity, just enough to look down on the face of his captain.   His brow was furrowed in concentration, thin dark pink lips tightly pressed together, both of his eyes open … the Sharingan recording everything.
Seconds … minutes … hours, they pass in a blur, he could not tell, did not wish to know; original and copy explode inside him and Yamato wilts, his essence painting Kakashi’s abdomen, chest and three quarters of his chin. Above and below come satisfied grunts followed by muffled chuckles.
You two are gonna be the death of me, he thought before he collapsed.
TMTC     TMTC     TMTC     TMTC
The mask of ANBU’s Hound rests face up on the kitchen table; beside it, a steaming mug of black tea. “Why so glum, Hatake. You a sore loser or just plain sore?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"Yeah" he said with scrunched up nose, "kinda, sorta already did that. What’s your problem, I delivered what was promised, didn’t I?”
Kakashi slammed down his mug with a snarl, “Your promises always have strings attached.”
“Such an ungrateful little prick Hatake. Have I taught you no manners at all?”
“You taught me to be careful what I wish for Hound. Now pay me what you owe me and get packing.”
Hound leaned back in his seat, one arm resting against the chair’s back. “Been a long time since anyone mounted you like a bitch in heat. Interesting to watch. ‘Tenzou the meek’ has turned into ‘Yamato the beast.’ Wish you could’ve seen the expression on his face when he sunk deep inside you; it was priceless.”
“What do hell do you want from me this time?”
“A concession speech would be nice. No? An agreement then,” he laughed. “Here’s the deal, I keep all the memories of last night in exchange for the store of chakra I hold.”
“Not like you’re doing me any favors, Hound, you hafta surrender the chakra at some point--”
“Well if you’re gonna be technical about it. I already own his mind which gives me the upper hand.”
“And I'm left with?”
“His body of course. You saw with your own eyes, the degree of obedience he’s willing to give, you heard with your own ears, every secret he’s kept hidden and you’ve experienced in your flesh the depths of his allegiance to you alone. What more do you need?”
“Why do you always try to make a gift outta something that’s rightfully mine?”
“Probably because you're so full of yourself Hatake. You know … I like this tea, fetch me another cup, would you?”
“Not your servant. Get it yourself, asshole.”
“Such a terrible host,” he said scooting away from the table. “I showed you a side of your kohai you never would have known without me, presented you another avenue of refuge and gave you a place to empty yourself of troublesome emotions. After all I’ve done ... you oughta be waiting on me hand and foot.”
“You’re the bane of my existence Hound, not a guest.”
“I am your benefactor, Hatake … one who still holds many of your secrets. Speaking of which,” he said searching through the cupboards,” where’d you hide the tea?”
“Garbage can … we finished it an hour ago,” Kakashi sighed. “And you were supposed to have been long gone by now.”
“I would’ve been if you weren’t so bullheaded.” The pilot of the stove’s burner rapidly clicked in the quiet kitchen as he set the kettle to boil.   “What am I saying? At our core, we’re nothing but closed off, emotionally stunted, sex fiends; never did learn how to value people until they were gone from our life. Now we find ourselves in life’s ultimate mindfuck, having been presented with someone who worships us, a man who would do anything to prove himself to us and a man as freaky as we are.”
Scratching at the stubble on his chin, Kakashi said nothing when his alter ego pried the empty mug from his other hand.
“If I hafta swallow down these bargain basement tree leaves they call tea,” said Hound as he walked back to the stove, “so do you.” Two mugs clutched against his breastplate and the sugar bowl in hand, he asked, "That Gai character. Wasn’t he always your ‘go to’ friend without benefits?”
“I feel a point coming on,” Kakashi said as he took the mug and lifted it to his lips.
“I’m sure he’d let you tap that fat ass if you asked. Is that the sort arrangement we want for the rest our lives?”
Kakashi almost choked on his mouthful of tea. “Gai isn’t my type,” he spluttered.
“Yeah? If he walked in here right now, dropped to his knees, wrapped his lips around your cock and spread his legs, you’d take it from him like a starvin’ dog at a buffet--”
“First, let’s hope times never become that desperate--”
“I'd fuck him."
Kakashi shuddered so hard his mug rattled against the table. "And you call me a dog, Hound? Hardly need a lecture from you about life choices.”
“You made me what I am to protect yourself,” he said measuring out a spoonful of sugar. “I know you, Hatake, you’re at that point in life where you need something more than a convenient piece of ass.” Finally taking his seat, he added, “With Yamato, you can catch hold of that elusive mental stability, which in turn would keep me securely bound.”
“Should have known this conversation would eventually turn to bondage,” laughed Kakashi. “Why the sudden interest in my mental health? It’s because of you, I’m a psychotic bastard.”
“Yamato put up with your crazy ass for years, why, I’ll never know; he’s the one that needs his head examined. Yet, the boundaries of his pleasure and yours are new and … infinite.   He’ll come to crave that which only you can provide--”
“What’s the catch?”
“None. From this point onward, every memory you make with him, I’ll allow you to keep. But know this Hatake … every time you lie with him, his thoughts will only be of me and how I fucked his mind and his body.”
“I could live with that. And Tenzou … he’s left with nothing?”
“On the contrary, he gets the best of both worlds. A stronger bond of friendship with you, a deeper intimacy than he’s ever known with anyone; surely you understand how much that means to him.” He raised the steaming mug to his nose as if it were the finest cognac. "We can give him a place and someone to whom he belongs-- an avenue to release his frustrations with someone he trusts implicitly.”
“Starting to sound like my therapist; definitely time for you to go.”
“Yes … another errand for my master; how I loathe you Hatake. See, I’m the one who is left with nothing,
unless of course you agree to
one, final request.”

Notes:
Lubricity: lewdness.
Appropinquity: nearness.
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