The Trick Is Not Minding
Chapter Two
Hatake Kakashi had a secret. Okay, to be honest he had lots of secrets. But this was a secret he tried to keep even from himself, the reason he was wandering aimlessly through the village, trying to come up with excuses not to go home. And excuses were what they were, the copy-nin was exhausted, splattered with blood and other unidentifiable substances and sported several nasty wounds, right now a hot shower and a soft bed were what he really needed. Sighing to himself he decided to stop delaying the inevitable and turned towards home.
But, no sooner than he started, his traitorous feet grew a mind of their own and he found himself turning into Ichiraku’s. Dropping to a stool he compromised and placed a take-out order, a rather desperate voice in his head yelling that he better hurry up and get his ass home, now, or his bad day was going to get worse.
That thought dancing in his mind, he quickly paid and took his order. Standing and turning in one fluid and graceful movement he strode forward . . . only to run straight into the solid form of none other than Umino Iruka. The chuunin smiled, a warm and genuinely happy expression, and reached a hand out to steady the copy-nin. The moment his hand contacted Kakashi’s arm, the jounin jerked back with a hiss. The teacher’s eyes took in the man before him and his expression became solemn. “Hatake-sama, you should be at the hospital.”
“No . . . no hospital, I’m fine.” The jounin bit out, but the chuunin was undeterred. “At least let me help you home.” “I said I’m fine.” Kakashi responded coldly, mind working at lightning speed, trying to find something, anything, to dissuade the man in front of him from escorting him home. He couldn’t let that happen. After all, Kakashi had a secret . . . and it was waiting for him at home. Panicking, he said the first thing that came to his mind, “As if I would ever need the help of a lowly chuunin like you.” he growled. Iruka jerked back as if he had been slapped. Problem solved, Kakashi raised his gaze . . . only to meet the pale grey eyes of his lover staring calmly back at him from across the street, a sardonic smirk sketched across his thin lips before he nodded and vanished. “Make that bad to worst.” he thought, and he shut his eyes briefly as he contemplated just how very very bad this might be.
“Good night, Umino-sensei.” he muttered, even as he made the hand signs to jutsu himself home, and then he was gone in a swirl of smoke, leaving behind a confused chuunin sensei.
Kakashi reappeared inside his front door . . . only to be slammed face first into the wall. Knowing better than to struggle, he bit back a whimper and tried to remain calm, forcibly relaxing into the grip. A soft voice hissed in his ear. “I saw you, you know. You let him put his hands on you, you wanted him to put his hands on you. Admit it, slut, you begged him for it, didn’t you?” The malice in the softly whispered words was palpable. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit , ran through Kakashi’s brain like a mantra, he’s going to kill me.
This was the secret Kakashi had been running from. His secret lover, the formidable ANBU Kuroshin Aoshi, was cruel . . . and more than a little mad. And he’d been that way for a very long time. “I didn’t . . .I wouldn’t . . .” the copy-nin stammered, and a smile grew on Aoshi’s face. “Oh well then, if you didn’t want it, it’s alright.” Inwardly Kakashi sighed in relief, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. The hands on his shoulders pulled back, and the copy-nin was turned to face his long time lover.
He studied the man before him warily. Aoshi was taller and broader than he was, with a long fall of thick inky hair he kept bound in a high pony-tail. A scar cut across his right cheek down to the corner of his mouth, giving him a rakish air. His eyes, though, if eyes are the windows to the soul, then the man in front of him didn’t possess one. They were cold, dead, and utterly unfeeling. “Why are you still dressed pet, haven’t you missed me?” Aoshi inquired, and the copy-nin scrambled to strip off his vest and weapons, yanking off his shirt and pushing off pants and underwear in one smooth motion. Moments later he was standing naked except for his mask, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back, awaiting his lover’s will.
Kakashi winced as cuffs snapped around his wrists. Moments later his world went dark as a hood was pulled over his head and zipped up the back. This is very bad, he thought. The copy-nin was unprepared as he was yanked forward and he stumbled, slamming hard into yet another wall. His hands were pulled up and secured, and he trembled as his legs were roughly spread and secured. “Since you like hands on you so much pet, and since you insist that you would never let anyone else touch you, I thought I’d help with your dilemma and find some hands to touch you.” Kakashi quailed, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, he chanted to himself. But the soft voice inexorably continued “They won’t know who you are . . . but they’ll certainly know whose you are.” and large hands traced the raised scars just above the copy-nin’s ass which proclaimed him to be property of Kuroshin Aoshi.
Just then a knock sounded at the door and Kakashi heard the sounds of his lover moving to answer it. He could hear voices, but they weren’t loud enough to distinguish. It could have been one person or a dozen. His trepidation grew. He was blinded, gagged, hearing muffled, unable to make hand signs and too weak to break free of his bonds. Whatever was in store for him he’d just have to make the best of it.
He shuddered as a felt a hand caress his ass . . . a hand that was definitely not Aoshi’s. He steeled himself not to respond when his cheeks were parted roughly, but couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when he felt a wet tongue swipe over his puckered entrance. “Oooh, responsive” said a voice Kakashi didn’t recognize, and he shivered as the hot breath washed over his sensitive skin. He was completely unprepared for the tongue to be replaced by a hard demanding erection, which sank into him painfully, unremittingly, until he finally felt the man’s balls against his ass. He wasted no time letting the copy-nin adjust, but began to immediately pound into him roughly. This harsh treatment drew blood, which excited the man further, and he slammed into the bound figure in a frenzy, whispering about how needy his hot tight ass was. Finally Kakashi felt a last burst of pain as the man released, semen burning the abused tissue.
Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief when the softened member was pulled from his body, then wailed when it was replaced immediately by another brutal cock. Eventually he lost track, fading out of consciousness as his body was repeatedly abused.
When he came to the copy-nin was laying face down on what seemed to be his bed. Gods, what an awful dream he thought as he reached to rub his eyes, only to find he couldn’t move his arm. Not a dream then, his brain continued, and not over either. He shuddered when he thought of the implications of his still being bound as he was.
“Oh good, you’re awake pet.” The silken voice of his lover drifted to his ears. “Hopefully that was enough touching to satisfy you. Of course, since you know I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you I will have to punish you, just as you have punished me by desiring the touches of others.” A loud crack was heard and the copy-nin screamed as agony lanced through him. Again and again the whip rose and fell, tracing lines of fire across the pale, scarred skin. Finally the copy-nin felt his bonds being loosened and he was gently lifted and carried to the bathroom. Once there, his lover gently placed him in the warm water and began to carefully scrub the blood and dried semen off of him.
He remained pliant, yet silent, as he was carefully patted dry and then lifted once again and gently laid onto clean fresh sheets. “Sleep, pet, you did well. I’m not angry any longer.” were the last words he heard as exhaustion finally took control and he slipped into a deep dreamless sleep.