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The Genius and the Recruit	By : SakikuTorakak Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Genius and the Recruit
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A/N: Yes, another fill for a kink-meme.
Characters: Yamato/Kakashi
Prompt: Yamato/Kakashi; Playful mokuton bondage. No D/s or BDSM, please; anon would prefer light-hearted flirty-banter type atmosphere and Kakashi being restrained in a playful manner.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, Handjob, Masturbation, quirky humor, and if you think generous usage of mokuton has to equal tentacles, then those too.
Summary: On their way home from an easy ANBU mission, Yamato decides to get playful.
The genius and the Recruit
Deep in a dense forest about twenty miles east from Konoha proper, Kakashi tripped slightly over a root that he could have sworn hadn't been there before. Again, for the third time in the last ten minutes.
That in and of itself wouldn't have been very unusual, but Kakashi was neither overly tired nor exhausted or hurried, nor injured or incapacitated in any way. In fact, he was very much relaxed after a good night's sleep and an ANBU mission so easy it should have been a D-rank. Well, maybe a bit higher because he doubted little genin pipsqueaks just out of academy were sent to assassinate sleeping traitors nowadays, but it had been very, very easy. So relaxed was Kakashi, in fact, that he was strolling along with his face buried in trusty old Icha Icha Paradise, nary a care for fauna or flora around him.
With any other person, such behavior would have been explanation enough as to the tripping spell: focus on one thing inevitably caused inattention to others.
Not for Kakashi though. The last Hatake was a master of reading and walking at the same time, capable of navigating brawling crowds and raging rivers without lifting an eye from his book even once. Rumor had it that he had crossed the Forest of Death deeply immersed in the fine details of written pornography – he was said to have come out of it as relaxed and pristine as he had entered the forest.
Well, rumor wasn't quite true – his left hand and the kunai clenched within it had been a bit bloodied from an inconsiderate giant rabid hog bleeding out on top of him – but it had gotten the pertinent details well enough.
So, after Kakashi's foot caught on a root a fourth time in as many minutes, he never got the idea that he might want to pay more attention to where he was going. Instead, he immediately placed the blame on his traveling partner, who anyone with half a brain would have considered too far out of range to make responsible for Kakashi's stumbles.
But Kakashi didn't have half a brain. He had the great fortune of possessing a whole one – one that worked excellently at that, and which unfailingly led him to the correct conclusion, as improbable as it might have sounded at first glance:
“You know, Yamato, there are easier ways of getting my attention.”
The mokuton master blinked innocently, his face set in the expression he had seen Kakashi use against Gai's Youthfulness plenty of times. “Sempai?”
“Exactly. That's how you go about it.”
If Yamato had been one of his nin-ken, Kakashi probably would have patted his head, not caring in the least that the nin-ken would have understood the seeming non-sequitur even less than Yamato. And Yamato looked quite puzzled – well, at least his feigned puzzlement from before grew a great deal more real.
Ah, sometimes Kakashi just loved being a genius and confusing the hell out of people.
And then, he tripped over yet another root. Kakashi wasn't the only genius, after all, even if Yamato's genius clearly played second fiddle to Kakashi's on the battlefield of wordy wit.
Humming noncommittally in the back of his throat, Kakashi looked down at the audacious offender and admired its placement at exactly the right height and timing to snare his foot in its loop. It hadn't let go of him yet, either. “I see you have been practicing.”
“But of course, sempai. I am quite proficient at medium-sized shape manipulation without any seals. But I am still working on the fine details.”
“Yes, yes, I can feel you are,” Kakashi nodded sagely, not in the least disturbed at the sight of small tendrils of wood extending from the root snare and trying to push aside the bandages taping down his pant leg. “They are still a bit clumsy though.”
Indeed, the wooden tentacles were scrabbling around more than they were making a concerted effort at removing the wraps of cloth. Their dexterity was less than that of a human hand by far, but still determined enough that Kakashi felt compelled to add, “And trying to get into my pants is usually done from the other end, you know? The hem at the waist, not the one at the feet.”
The sudden blush on Yamato's cheeks proved once again Kakashi's superiority in the battle of words. Still, Yamato made a great effort at rallying his troops and parrying at least part of the blow. “Oh, I know that. But I thought you might want to try something new for once. Bottom-up approach instead of top-down.”
A raised eyebrow combined with a meaningful look cued Yamato in to his unintended double entendre (or was that triple entendre?). His blush deepened quite spectacularly as he stumbled further and further into verbal suicide. “I- I mean, direction only. Of the roots. Not you. Bottom up, I mean. The position.”
“Of course, of course,” Kakashi waved off before the increased blood flow in his kouhai's features became permanent. “But why don't you combine both into one? That would be a lot more effective.”
“Like this?”
The glint in Yamato's eyes should have warned him, but Kakashi was still surprised when tree limbs suddenly stretched to wrap around his wrists. And from there, they started growing along his body.
Well, that wasn't quite the combination Kakashi had thought of. He honestly wouldn't have minded being bent over for a more direct bottom-up approach, but maybe that was a bit too much to expect from his timid partner. However, he was always open for new things, so he went along with the flow and relaxed his wrists into his wooden bondage. “Why not. How are you going to proceed from here?”
It was interesting that Yamato felt secure enough to initiate something for once, and be the active player at that. Until now, all their trysts had had a strict Mentor-Student mentality, and Kakashi was starting to grow a bit tired of it. Not that he couldn't have taught his kouhai tricks until they turned eighty (or, considering the average life expectancy of ninja, thirty), but being a genius and having to come up with all the solutions got a bit tired after a while.
Yamato looked at him with a considering eye, barely keeping his blush in check. “Well, as I see it, I have covered the bottom-up and the top-down approach, but I am still missing the inside-out part.”
For a brief moment Kakashi thought his kouhai meant inside-out like they had turned their mission target inside-out by opening his throat and his abdomen, and he readied himself beneath a lazy smiling exterior. After all, most shinobi cracked without anyone catching on until they left a host of dead bodies. When Yamato didn't do more than blush to his roots and pull down Kakashi's pants a bit, just enough to get to the jockstrap and the cup beneath, he wiped away his previous tension without letting on he had been tense in the first place. He hadn't gotten the reputation of laziest, most nonchalant ninja for nothing, and worrying over slim possibilities completely went against the image he had built of himself.
It took a bit of fumbling and still more blushing for Yamato to push down the jockstrap, nearly freezing at being so close to his sempai's genitals in broad daylight. Of course there was nobody around to watch them for the five miles that Kakashi could sense – otherwise he wouldn't have let himself be snared, helping his kouhai over his timid streak or not – but apparently that didn't count. It was almost, dare he say it, cute how his kouhai couldn't quite decide where he should look, if he should look, or what to do with Kakashi's cup that was now held loosely in one of his hands.
Kakashi rolled his shoulders a bit and let his visible eye slide to half-mast. “Hmmm,” he purred deep in his throat, “I must commend you on being very thorough. Inside-out is indeed what I have been missing. But aren't you neglecting the bottom-up and top-down?”
“My apologies, sempai.” Yamato stepped back a bit, which made Kakashi's shirt fall down enough that his still limp member was mostly covered up. Kakashi had to smile at the brief flash of annoyance that washed over his kouhai's face. “I will rectify that immediately.”
The bonds around his ankles were finally starting to make enough headway with the bandages that they managed to pry his pants loose from where he had taped them against his legs. Wooden feelers stretched up his calves, their progress visible beneath the tight material of ANBU pants. The tree limbs around his wrists grew, too, but they did not insist on removing his forearm bracers. Instead they grew along those ridiculously long ANBU gloves until they reached skin just above Kakashi's elbows. Then they stopped again.
Kakashi looked down on himself, ignoring the draft around his exposed skin. It was a very interesting feeling to have tendrils grow upwards beneath his pants. It was a sensation between slithering and tickling, and from the outside it looked as if he was growing grossly enhanced veins all along his legs.
Sadly, the bondage around his forearms prevented him from leaning forward enough to see over his chest plate and follow the growth above his knee. From the feel of it though, the tendrils stopped right at that spot where thigh met hip – the slow and creeping crawl had made his skin hypersensitive, and it was nearly maddening to have the wood come to a rest right above where his femoral artery was closest to the skin. Branches had crept out to surround his thigh, but none of them went higher than the crevice beneath his buttocks. Everything stopped short of where Kakashi really wanted to be touched.
Looking at Yamato, it was gratifying to see that his kouhai was as distracted as Kakashi was. Yamato's lips were parted slightly, his eyes feverish and fixed on the progress of his wooden tendrils, and his breath came quite a bit faster than normal. Kakashi would bet that if Yamato didn't wear the same kind of jockstrap-cup combo as all remotely intelligent male ninja wore, he'd show the same erection Kakashi was growing. As it was, things had to be getting uncomfortable by now.
Kakashi cleared his throat, which startled Yamato into meeting his eyes. “Why don't you try the inside-out approach for yourself? Doing the bottom-up and top-down to yourself might be a bit counterproductive in our situation, but I think both of us could profit from inside-out.”
Exhaling slowly, Yamato licked his lips. “That – that sounds like a good idea.” Suddenly, he was anxious again, hesitating to meet Kakashi's gaze. “Do you – do you mind if I...”
Apparently he couldn't finish his sentence, so Kakashi continued for him, “If you want to penetrate me? If you've got lube and can make your bonds take me into a better position, then sure, go ahead.”
The deer-caught-in-headlights look was almost endearing.
“Wh- what?” Yamato stumbled back a couple of steps. “No, no, no, I don't- I wasn't - I wanted to ask if I could - I could touch you...”
This time, Kakashi couldn't prevent the eye rolling. This was getting ridiculous. “Yamato. You can see that I'm getting a hard-on. You can also see that I can do nothing about it myself.” He wriggled his hands, which were caught securely off to his side and nowhere close enough to reach his growing erection. “Why in the world do you think you need to ask to help me out with my... problem? I would very much appreciate it if you were to touch me.”
If Yamato needed things spelled out any clearer than that, then he was hopeless and should be removed from ANBU. Honestly, one would think his kouhai was a blushing virgin. Yamato certainly hadn't been this shy during their previous interactions.
His kouhai still looked hesitant. “With my mokuton?”
That one, even Kakashi's genius hadn't managed to predict. It managed to shut him up quite nicely – for a couple seconds at least. Experimenting with... more pleasurable applications for jutsus was not unknown to him, but he had thought Yamato's daily kink quota had been filled with taking the lead and tying up his sempai. Showed him what he knew.
“Well,” Kakashi drawled with a slowly growing smirk, “you think you've got the control for it?”
Yamato answered with a slightly hesitant smile that slowly grew into an echo of Kakashi's smirk. “I think I just might.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“For you to be properly distracted.”
“Mmh?”
Before Kakashi could start on a witty retort though, something brushed against his half-hard erection from below. He hadn't felt or seen it coming at all – the roots growing up his legs had stopped at his hips and below his ass and never made any move inwards, but there certainly was something -
He gasped as something curled around his member. Well, he didn't actually gasp because gasping was a bit too uncool for a laid-back genius like him, but for all outward purpose, his rapid inhale sounded like a gasp so it probably should be called that. The wood curling around his member was hard and cold as it worked its way back and forth, lightly and without any finesse. The hungry, slightly slack expression on Yamato's face was by far hotter than the clumsy wood around him, so Kakashi watched his kouhai stare at him.
Some more wooden tendrils must have formed because Kakashi felt his shirt that had previously covered most of his erection, lifted away. Thanks to the thick chest armor covering his front he could barely see the tip of his member when looking down on himself, but he could feel how Yamato's manipulations grew bolder by the second. With the increasing confidence it was starting to feel very good, and more than once he caught himself from trying to thrust into the wooden bonds.
Yamato certainly seemed to be enjoying things, too. His eyes were fixated on Kakashi's quickly hardening cock, a flush staining his cheeks and his breath coming in shallow pants. Kakashi swallowed and clenched his ass cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to suppress his reflexes, and he realized he was clenching and unclenching his fists in the rhythm he didn't allow his body.
“Do you like it, sempai?” Yamato managed to ask, sounding both timid and coy at the same time.
Before Kakashi could come up with something clever – anything – to say to perhaps needle his kouhai some more, things changed yet again. The wooden tendrils moved to constrict around his cock in fluttering ripples that took away all witty remarks with the sudden pleasure shooting through him. Kakashi licked his lips behind the mask and managed not to moan out loud as he met Yamato's burning eyes.
Kakashi decided to throw some dignity to the wind because even his highly articulate genius was failing him. “You're getting good at that.”
It was getting hard to breathe, his lungs trembling about as much as the rest of his body to restrain itself. The ripples were even more maddening than the growing bonds before, and Yamato's satisfied smile was its own category of hot. An involuntary twitch of his arms reminded him of the bonds around his forearms, another involuntary twitch of those keeping his legs immobile up to his hips. He flexed his abs, feeling his skin press deeper into the wood where it rested cold and immobile along the line where his thigh met his torso.
And that maddening fluttering ripple around his cock that never actually got around to touching the head.
He could feel his nipples hardening beneath his armor and his shirt, every breath brushing them against the fabric in a very distracting manner. He tried to stretch, arching his back and his shoulders, and it was all he could do not to thrust forward like a loon. The pleasurable tension lining his body made it seem like a good idea to tug at the restraints around his forearms, a helpless attempt to keep himself at least somewhat under control.
Yamato finally seemed to be feeling the pressure, too, because he was doing the same somewhat strange-looking acrobatics that freeing a cock from both jockstrap and cup demanded when one didn't want to shed pants first. His member sprung out completely hard, a deep red already and Yamato hissed. Not restrained in the same way as Kakashi, he could grab himself and slide his hand up and down without problem and Kakashi envied him. The moan that elicited only served to make Kakashi hotter.
Surprisingly, the manipulations around Kakashi's cock never faltered, even when Yamato was thrusting into his own hand harder and harder. Kakashi could see the muscles of his forearms working beneath the snug glove, could see the precum dribbling from Yamato's slit and being smeared all over his glans. How Kakashi's own cock ached to get the same treatment, but the rhythmically squeezing wood stopped just short of the bulbous head. He wanted to scream, to writhe, but he still held back.
Yamato was panting and flushing, his mouth dropping open slightly as he was staring at Kakashi, his hand never failing in its rhythm. Kakashi was staring back with equal intensity, and the tension mounted between them. Both were panting hard by now, the forest and the warm wind around them forgotten in favor of the heat inside their bodies. Kakashi followed each swipe of Yamato's thumb hungrily, his own cock tingling at the knowledge how it must feel to have calloused skin rub against slick glans.
Then Yamato started massaging his foreskin into his glans, and Kakashi couldn't hold back a moan anymore. “Will you please get on with things? I'm about to die here from blue balls!”
Yamato froze briefly like a startled rabbit, his hand still clenched around his own cock. Then, slowly, a grin spread over his face. “There isn't a single person that has died of sexual frustration yet, sempai.”
Well, at least his kouhai was good at listening to his team leader. Kakashi wanted to bash himself over the head for giving Yamato such an easy opening for throwing Kakashi's own words back at him. He remembered quite well a couple of occasions when Kakashi had said the exact same thing to Yamato, and it had been the younger man's turn to groan both in pleasure and in need.
So, when wordy wit failed, it was time to beg. Even if that was highly undignified. There was no dignity amongst ninja (or was that honor amongst thieves? Whatever.)
“Please?” he asked, trying to emulate that soul-rending gaze Pakkun always gifted him with when the dog wanted something. “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”
“Oh, it is?” Yamato cocked his head. “Then I'll stop of course.”
And the wood around Kakashi's cock stopped moving. Kakashi's skin rattled against the wooden bonds as he gave a full-body twitch. What in the world was wrong with him that he hadn't seen that one coming, either?
He pouted. “You're mean.” There was no way in hell that he was going to say anything else so that his situation didn't grow any worse. Who knew that Yamato had such a sadistic streak?
“I think you'll survive.”
Yamato continued pumping his own erection, going back to things with even more zest than before. Kakashi was twitching in hunger, not quite able to remove his eyes from that red skin sliding in and out of the tunnel created by Yamato's fingers. And that thumb, that wicked thumb that switched between rubbing Yamato's foreskin and the slick glans, and those breezy little groans and that half-lidded gaze and those flushed cheeks...
Kakashi nearly jumped out of his skin when the wood holding the shaft of his member gave a brief twitch. Then, in a belated response, he moaned as the pleasure reached his brain.
Was that little shit actually...?
Yamato's pupils were dilated, his hand nearly frantic. Surely he was too far gone to still have this much control over his beloved wood?
Another twitch of the wood, and another trail of pleasure bloomed outward. Kakashi couldn't help but lean into things as much as his bonds allowed, clenching his fists in futile protest. He was so hard and the skin of his cock was so sensitive that every twitch was almost like a tiny electric shock, its result completely out of proportion with the movement.
Yet another twitch, another pleasurably jolt to Kakashi's nervous system. It had to be deliberate.
Yamato was looking absolutely delectable with the way he was absorbed in jerking himself off. A brief glance at his face showed that his eyes were so dark that they threatened to swallow all light, and he was gritting his teeth hard to withstand the pleasure he was inflicting on himself. Then Kakashi's attention was nearly magically drawn back to that hard cock and the way Yamato's hand was tugging at it, squeezing it, stroking it -
When Yamato finally came in a long groan, Kakashi's own cock twitched in a sympathetic manner completely without any incentive from the wood around him. The younger man certainly wasn't shy about arching into his own hand, blowing his load all over his gloves and the ground in front of him. This sight certainly beat all pornographic descriptions Jiraiya had ever come up with, no matter how inspired they were.
Kakashi watched attentively as Yamato came back down to earth and as his common sense returned. The aroused flush mutated into an embarrassed blush as Yamato went hunting for a rag to clean himself off. It took a while for Yamato to tuck himself back in – once again some strange contortions to get cup and jockstrap back into place – and by the time he was finished, the younger man had somewhat composed himself.
Yamato raked a hand through his hair (Kakashi noticed that it was the one that had been covered in his spunk not too long ago) and looked at Kakashi – and Kakashi's problem. “I see you're still hard?”
Having cooled off a bit with the lack of movement ever since Yamato had cum, Kakashi's genius was a bit more up to scratch. “Well, I hope you didn't expect to be boring me with your wonderful performance just now.”
He was rewarded by a bit more color gracing Yamato's cheeks. However, the languid satiation helped mellow the man's reaction and brought back that devious, considerably less timid streak. “It's great to see my efforts appreciated. So you think I should help you out now?”
“Seeing that you don't have anything better to do now that you're done with yourself?”
“Mmh. I'll think about it.”
And that sadistic wood gave another twitch. Kakashi gasped and then groaned as the wood resumed that fluttering ripple that had driven him so mad before.
Yamato studied him critically, a wicked light in his eyes. As aroused as Kakashi had been before that brief stop for Yamato's orgasm, it didn't take him long to go back to that same level of desperation as before. His breath was becoming more and more shallow, and he was feeling the absence of any stimulation around the head of his dick more and more keenly. It was near torture to feel the wind there occasionally, but never any touch.
Slowly, Kakashi strained against his bonds – not so much to get loose, but rather to feel more. Especially the touch right above his femoral artery where thigh met torso was maddening. So close to where Kakashi wanted more, but so incredibly far at the same time. And Yamato was watching him, deliberately increasing the strength of those ripples until Kakashi felt like he was trying to milk the last drops from his dick.
He threw his head back and flexed his arms, automatically reaching for the terrible need burning inside him and being caught short by his bonds. He snarled and tugged harder and looked back down to meet Yamato's eyes. “Will you touch me already?”
It wasn't a question. It was a command, one that only seemed to amuse the younger man. “With my mokuton?”
Thankfully, Yamato didn't seem intent on teasing him any further. With two steps the young man was within arm's reach, not that Kakashi could do anything about that, and another half-step brought him close enough to comfortably reach for Kakashi's erection. Kakashi shivered in anticipation as Yamato slowly extended his hand – the one he had just jerked himself off with – and came closer and closer to where Kakashi wanted to have him. Looking down on himself, Kakashi could barely see the head of his dick over the thick chest armor, but somehow that made things all the hotter. And when Yamato's fingers stopped to just hovered an inch away from Kakashi's drooling cock, Kakashi definitely would not admit to the pathetic whine emerging from his throat.
It seemed to be enough to spurn Yamato on to close the rest of the distance though.
Kakashi stopped breathing when Yamato's fingers finally, finally made contact with his swollen glans, a nearly imperceptible touch next to the insistent milking further up his cock. However, it was all the more striking for it.
He closed his eyes and arched into the touch and groaned when all he could do was move a scant few millimeters. Skilled fingers were spreading his precum all around the sensitive skin, pulling his foreskin back, rubbing his glans through his foreskin, all a maddening mess of touching – exploring – familiarizing. Yamato's fingers were rough and calloused, tanned against purplish red arousal. His fingernails were short and Kakashi almost howled in pleasure when Yamato grazed one across his piss slit.
He wanted to thrust and move, and he strained against his bonds and groaned, and there was pressure building until he felt he had already gone mad. Yamato's fingers were starting to find a rhythm together with the wood kneading Kakashi's dick further up, but what finally sent him over the edge was that thumb swiping across his head again and again and again until tension exploded into buzzing stars. He arched so far against his bonds that he heard something crack – from the lack of pain he supposed it was the wood that had given but he couldn't be bothered to find out where – and came all over Yamato's hand.
It was glorious.
Slowly, the insistent milking grew softer as Kakashi was starting to come down. He could see that Yamato had stepped to the side just in time not to be hit with Kakashi's spunk, but the hand that was still sliding across Kakashi's head would have to be cleaned. Again.
When Yamato finally released him, the wooden bonds went with him. At first his dick was released, and then all the other wooden tendrils began growing in reverse. Those beneath his pants felt about as strange retreating as they had felt ensnaring him, suddenly feeling cold when they were gone. Yamato was using the same rag as he had used before to clean his own hand. By the time he was done, Kakashi's arms were free again to catch the cloth when it was tossed at him. Finding an as of yet still untouched corner, Kakashi wiped off the worst of the mess off himself before tossing it back. He smiled when it nearly caught his kouhai in the face from the unexpected strength behind the throw.
It took a bit of wiggling to tuck himself back in, about as much time as it took for Yamato to find a way to transport the cum-soaked rag without the surrounding pocket becoming all soggy and squishy. Stretching his legs in his newly regained freedom, Kakashi hummed in his throat.
“I think we should run the rest of the way.”
Yamato blinked at him. “Why?” He looked about as relaxed as Kakashi felt, more in the mood for a leisurely stroll than for a good workout.
Kakashi shrugged a shoulder. “It would give a reason why we're all sweaty.” Sadly, that elicited only a slight coloring across his kouhai's cheeks. Not content with that meager reaction, he added, “And it would make it much harder for yet another bottom-up, top-down and inside-out approach to distract us from making our report. We were expected back this morning.”
This time, Yamato's eyes widened satisfactorily. “Sempai! We're late?”
“Yep.”
“Then let's go!” Without waiting for Kakashi, Yamato jumped into the trees and made straight for Konoha.
Kakashi chuckled and followed. He had said that they had been expected back this morning. What he had forgotten to mention was that the evening before, he had already sent off Pakkun with a message for the Hokage that it would take them a bit longer. Now, they were expected at noon at the earliest. Not even he would joke around while people were worrying if they had gotten back unharmed.
But he had a reputation to maintain as a lazy, laid-back genius. And if it gave him the opportunity to watch his kouhai's tight butt in even tighter ANBU pants from behind, that only was a bonus.

A/N: Some good ole porn without too much plot to it. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it (and yes, I am both talking about the “Haha, that's funny” fun as well as the fun fun XD). Comments are always welcome!
~Sakiku
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