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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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Though my tongue is cloven to the roof of my mouth . . . still they expect me to speak.
Though my mind has shifted into neutral, spinning its wheels, no traction on lucidity, still they insist I provide answers to their queries, so pointed and exact.
Control over the evolutionary responses of my body and the involuntary reactions of my physical being, these I do not have . . . these will become the source of their mockery, the subjects of their intense analysis and appraisal.
Kakashi’s hands roam over my body, relaxing muscles tensed in anticipation . . . they warm me, sparking a fire deep within. All the while, Hound levels a cold, threatening gaze on me from behind an expressionless mask; his eyes, permafrost stilettos follow in the path of my captain's hands, plunging me into an ice bath of terror, leaving me frozen in fear.
Every so often in the course of their aimless journey, the pads of Kakashi’s fingers dip between my cheeks; lingering there for a split second, long enough to wring a sharp grunt or squeeze a surprised gasp from me as my hips rise and fall of their own accord.
It was an accident … a simple mistake,
that's what he told himself each time those teasing strokes swept past his quivering hole.
“Bulllshit, screamed the voice inside his head. “Kakashi never makes ‘simple’ mistakes; he knows exactly how you feel about him, he knows what you want, and you know he’ll never give it to you.
Face it … Kakashi is an unrepentant pervert, an unrepentant heterosexual pervert… everybody knows that. He wanders the streets of the village reading paperback books chock full of lurid tales of men taking liberties with, fondling, licking and screwing women for god’s sake!
Let’s not embarrass ourselves further by reading anything into this.”
Suddenly, the very idea of anyone, male or female, seeing, touching or receiving Kakashi’s cock in any way, sent a chill down his spine and a froward tightness in the pit of his stomach, as he purposely elevated his hips and spread his legs a mite wider.
“Come on damn it,
keep it together,”
cautioned the small portion of his mind not eaten away by fleshly desire.
In truth, he’d already sped through the roadblocks of caring about anything, other than what was happening right now.
Not knowing what might happen from one minute to the next, sharpened his apprehension – knowing for certain his every move was being documented by the watchful Hound, honed his arousal, making his cock harder by the second.
And knowing that Kakashi/Hound would do as they pleased for as long as they pleased, made it easier to ignore the warning screaming inside his mind.
Self-preservation and dignity be damned!
That settles it . . . I’ve finally gone round the bend,’ he thought, as a minuscule portion of his mind projected Kakashi as a master calligrapher, seated at his work bench, preparing his body like a rare piece of parchment. The heat of his captain’s hands, smoothing the surface of his skin, conditioning it to receive and retain the missive of chastisement he intended to imprint – to absorb the weight of the precise strokes which were soon to follow.
And just as that master calligrapher would do, he knew his captain was unwilling to lay down a single stroke until all was in order.
On the other hand, Hound’s disintegrating patience and his overarching desire to mete out retribution for the crime committed was like a raging fire – wildly destructive, licking at the edges of the priceless parchment – eager to engulf and devour it . . . to reduce it to a worthless pile of ashes.
Out of the blue, a harsh slap to his cheek and the salty taste of blood on his tongue snatched him back to reality.
“Don’t you dare ignore me!” Hound snarled.
“I wasn’t . . . err, I didn’t sir,” he clumsily lied.
The sound of wood splintering, the rapid release of dust particles and grit sent a skin crawling cringe shooting through him when Hound’s fist impacted an area of the floor to his left.
Son of a bitch, he inwardly sighed when he saw the small crater under Hound’s knuckles. I bet they’re gonna make me fix that before I leave.
“Hound-san . . . let’s not be hasty,” he heard Kakashi say, his fingers skating along a trembling hip. “You’re frightening my kohai.”
From Hound’s belly rumbled a baleful laugh and through one of the slits in his mask, a stormy grey eye scanned the entirety of Yamato’ blanched face.
“If he’s just frightened . . . then I’m not doing my job correctly,” he said. “’’Sides, he couldn’t possibly be afraid of little old me … if he was, he would have answered the question the first time I asked. Maybe your boy’s too stupid to be afraid, yea . . . that’s it.”
“Now, now Hound-san, Tenzou is an extremely intelligent --”
“Don’t bet on it,” he said jerking the other man’s jaw upward. “If he had any sense at all . . . he’d be scared shitless.” Calfskin covered fingers acted like a squeegee, driving down the sheen of sweat covering his throat as Yamato anxiously swallowed.
“Speaking of spineless little shits . . . quit being a pussy, Kakashi and just beat his ass!”
The hand tracing small circles over his kohai’s flank stilled; a gentle blast of warm breath blew across the small of his back when Kakashi slowly exhaled. “Hound-san,” he said as his hands resumed their meandering ways, “I assure you . . . Tenzou will pay dearly for --”
“And when exactly is that gonna happen; tomorrow . . . next week sometime?”
That teasing lilt, the one that spoke volumes of untold mayhem crept into Kakashi's voice when he said, "Anger clouds sound judgment and blinds the eye to other, more interesting alternatives. Perhaps if you settle down and listen closely Hound-san, you’d realize I have a plan--”
“I’m warning you, it better not be some candy assed way of coddling this little caitiff or I swear to the gods --”
“You’ve got to relax,” he quietly laughed, “pace yourself. Why, at this rate you’ll work yourself into a thick lather and burn through your scant supply of energy in no time.”
Kakashi’s hand slowly floated across the unblemished skin of Yamato’s thighs; Hound’s knuckles cracked and popped each time he clenched his fists.
“Surely you don’t want to leave me with a surplus of your wrath without a proper way to expend it, do you, Hound-san?”
“You’re starting to piss me off too,” he said when the fingers of his other hand dangerously tightened under Yamato’s jaw again. “After what he did . . . damn near got me killed --”
“Trust me, I understand what could have happened because of his penchant for woolgathering. And I know full well you want to inflict as much pain as you possibly can in the shortest amount of time. However,” he said as his blunt fingernails skimmed over the space behind Yamato’s knee, “one of us has to be practical.”
“I could give a flyin' fuck about practical! What I don't understand is why? Why,” he spat, jerking Yamato’s head upward by a hank of hair, “after all he's done . . . why the hell are you trying to protect him?"
A blind man could see Hound was teetering on the verge on insanity; a man unable to hear could feel the enraged vibrations in Hound’s voice as he spoke.
Despite his captain's attempts to inject reason into this situation, Hound was about to step over the line set for him, for he was a being given to fits of misology that neither heaven’s angels nor hell’s demons could sway him from.
At once, the urge to flee resurrected. He knew when Hound set his mind to something it always ended with the spilling of blood.
"Think about it for a second,” Kakashi said. “If you give him have a heart attack before we’ve even begun, you’ll never have a chance to use any of those . . . ‘incentives’ from your utility pouch.”
As Hound seethed, Kakashi lazily kneaded his kohai’s fleshy buttocks. “Rushing him to the emergency room, having to explain why he was buck naked in my home in the first place . . . I dare say Hound-san, that would put a serious damper on our fun . . . don’t you think?”
As the silent war of wills raged over him, Yamato couldn’t be bothered to figure out what the concept of ‘fun’ meant to these two. Instead, he did what he did best, drinking in the sensations impregnating the atmosphere in the room – the tension sparking like fireworks between these diverging personas; the homicidal vibes exuding from Hound and the quiet steadfastness, like a barricade which surrounded Kakashi.
It was as if he were standing knee deep in a warm, tranquil pond; Kakashi upstream like a dry rotted wooden dam, straining to hold back the deluge of Hound’s ire like violent, frothing waves. Soon . . . very soon, the churning, brackish waters of Hound’s frustration would burst through Kakashi’s arguments, leaving both of them gasping for breath as Hound surged over them . . . suffocating them with the unearthly power of his rash choler.
May the gods have mercy on my soul, he thought as he hung in limbo, tangled in the netting of their silence. I want nothing more than to sop up Hound’s fury like a sun dried sponge.
A low growl from deep within Hound’s throat shattered the glass like quiet.
"Fine,” he said with a snort. “I’ll go along with you to a point Kakashi, but to prevent you two little pussies from spoiling any more of my fun, I’m adding my own twist.”
“I’ll allow it,” his captain said with a smile.
Releasing Yamato’s hair from his death grip, Hound shouted,
“Lift your hips, boy!”
Apparently, he was moving too slow for Hound’s liking. Another sharp slap landed across his right buttock.
“Quit dickin’ around and move, boy!”
This time, he was up on his toes and the tips of his fingers before he could blink, grateful for Kakashi’s arm pressing against his ribs as he steadied the hairbrush in place.
Of course, he wouldn’t let that act of kindness go unnoticed.
“Seriously? The hell's the matter with you tonight, Kakashi?"
There was a slight shift in his captain's upper body as he shrugged his shoulders. “All things in due time, Hound-san; we’re going to be fair and reasonable, remember?”
As Hound held his chin aloft, he tracked the movements of his right arm as it slowly reached for the pouch below him. There was a loud snap as the pouch was brusquely opened . . . the shushing sound of heavy canvas came next, as its cover slapped against the floor. Then came the rattle of metallic objects shifting against each other as Hound rummaged through his kit.
It was at once nerve wracking and exciting, until, a toe-curling, evil laugh snaked under the dog mask the moment Hound gathered up whatever it was that he was looking for.
Fluidly rising to his feet, the black leather sandals were a blur in Yamato’s peripheral vision. Morbid curiosity compelled him, awkwardly straining his neck that he might catch a glimpse of the objects Hound held; the white cloak concealed the plundered supplies.
Meanwhile, Kakashi attempted to distract him, his fingers dancing along, tickling at the right side of his body.
Uncooperative legs violent shook, the second Hound took up a position behind him; in one sweeping motion, he felt Hound swat away Kakashi’s gentle hand before another searing slap landed across his left buttock. Hound dug his nails into a mound of quivering flesh while his other hand reached between Yamato’s parted thighs.
Without so much as a ‘by your leave,’ slender fingers wrap themselves around the loose skin of his scrotum … squeezing and crushing his balls together, capturing errant pubic hairs as Hound twisted and pulled his sac lower.
His unmanly squeal garnered a devilish round of laughter from his captors and sent a wave of heated embarrassment scrabbling up to his already reddening facial cheeks.
“On second thought,” Hound said, as he backed away from them, “Stand up on your feet, boy.”
Quick as you please, Kakashi took hold of the hairbrush; a warm arm, loosely draped around his waist was the only thing that kept him from falling over.
“I’m gonna say this real slow, so even you can understand it,” thundered Hound’s voice against his back as he shakily stood.
“Thank you, sir,” he said as his eyes readjusted to the dim light of the room.
“Take a few steps to your left, turn and face your captain.”
Not degraded in the slightest by the contumeliousness in Hound’s voice, something about seeing Kakashi sitting there on the old wooden chair, with a smile on his lips and the hairbrush balanced on his thigh, aroused him.
He felt even moreso naked as Kakashi’s eye deliberately stutter-stepped down his chest, taking in his dusky erect nipples before stalking down the trail of dark brown hair which terminated in the wiry nest of darker brown pubic hair.
Quickly lowering his eyes, disinclined was he to see his captain's reaction to his steadily stiffening cock, wondering if he and Hound were inwardly laughing at him.
“Put your hands on his thighs,” Hound said, “and spread your legs. . . that’s it, boy . . . nice and wide.”
Mesmerized, he watched the hairbrush slowly move away; as his palms glided over the rough cotton fabric of Kakashi’s pants, he found himself entranced by the rise and fall of the other man’s chest as he leaned down.
“Now bend your knees, and stick out that bubble butt like you’re proud of it.”
It took a bit of maneuvering and a few more sharp slaps, but by the time Hound was satisfied with his placement, his forearms were resting in Kakashi’s lap, his fingers wrapped around the slats of the chair back and the tip of his nose pressed into the space between his captain's thighs.
With the crown of his head smashed into the gig line of Kakashi’s pants he swore he felt his captain’s cock laying just to the right of the zipper’s placket.
It wasn’t just his imagination.
Might as well have a little fun of my own, he thought; every time he moved, his captain's cock twitched and hardened against the uppermost side of his head, prompting his own cock to jerk in response.
But when a vulgar, low pitched wolf whistle trilled behind him, his entire body shuddered.
He couldn't see him, but he could tell Hound had his arms crossed over his chest and his head cocked to the side as his eye skidded over his body.
“Well, aint this a pretty picture? What I wouldn’t give to a have a camera. But I wonder about something,” Hound’s husky voice teased. “What would your ANBU comrades think if they saw you like I do right now?”
That was the last thing he needed to think about.
Some of his squad mates openly teased him about being Kakashi’s ‘pet,’ while others, envious of his rapport with the captain, dared bad mouth him hoping to usurp his position.
“By the god’s, boy,” Hound continued, “you got your head buried between your squad leader’s legs and your ass stuck out like a five-dollar whore.” Standing directly behind him, the palm of his hand came to rest in the middle of his back and he wondered aloud, “Would your little buddies laugh at your current situation, or would they grind their teeth in anger, when they finally understand why the captain favored you over them?”
He left the insinuating question floating in the air as his hand slithered down Yamato’s back, pausing for a second to fondle his butt.
“Guess we’ll never find out,” he said, unexpectedly batting at the pendulous sac between Yamato’s legs.
It couldn’t be helped . . .
the intense pain turned his knees to jelly and pushed him forward,
deeper into Kakashi’s crotch.
“Hound-san, that wasn’t very nice.”
“What of it, Kakashi? It was funny as hell to me; watching him baulk … hearing him yelp like a little bitch. He’s probably grinnin’ like a lunatic, cause I could tell, he enjoyed it, didn’t ya, boy?”
“Yes, sir,” came the muffled reply.
The shame Yamato knew earlier barely eclipsed his arousal, when Hound squatted behind him, his palm cupping his balls. He’s panting unashamedly now as two of Hound’s fingers encircle the base of his cock, while his other hand busies itself stroking him to hardness.
“Don’t get too excited, ya little cullion,” he said, “this isn’t intended for pleasure.” And with that, he slipped a small leather strap, lined with tiny, irregularly spaced spikes around the root of Yamato’s cock and snapped it into place. Gripping the rigid shaft in his left hand and stroking roughly, Hound gives his balls another stinging slap, which forces his head into Kakashi’s crotch once again.
Another sharp slap to the balls, finds Yamato gasping for breath, his sweaty hands clutched around the spindles of the chair’s back support.
Roughly encircling the apex of his scrotum and pulling the skin downward, Hound wrapped a thin width of leather twice, directly above the place where his fingers are. Carefully, he threads the same strip of leather through the loop he’s made, effectively isolating Yamato’s gonads one from the other; the piece of leather is then yanked upward, threading up through the coil of leather above his sac.
“Bear with me a few minutes more, Kakashi, I’m almost finished.” For the final time, Hound feeds the leather strip up and through the right side of the cock ring, wrapping the excess around Yamato’s shaft and back down through the left side of the cock ring.
While being laced up like a Christmas goose, he is freaking out; quietly, of course, erroneously believing Hound intends to castrate him.
He’s shaking like a leaf and sweating profusely and once more Kakashi pats him on the arm, urging him by word and deed to calm down.
With his sac slightly held apart from his body and his nuts securely but loosely separated, Hound rises to his feet and goes back to where the pouch lays.
“You can let him get up now, Kakashi,” he said, as he reached into the pouch.
“It’s almost time for the real fun to start.”
Notes:
Baleful: full of menacing or malign influences; pernicious.
Caitiff: a base, despicable person.
Woolgathering: indulgence in idle daydreaming.
Misology: distrust or hatred of reason or reasoning.
Choler: irascibility, wrath.
Cullion: a base or vile person; worthless fellow, literally, a testicle from the Vulgar Latin coleonem meaning testicle; colei (plural), which means testicles or scrotum.

Contumely: insulting display of contempt in words or actions; contemptuous or humiliating treatment.
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