Dirty Little Secret

CHAPTER 3



After spending the evening in a fruitless attempt to put his place in a relative order and the night curled up on a bare mattress and under a threadbare blanket – the only one that the marauders had left behind – in the morning he headed for the Hokage tower. That is, the building that Naruto used as headquarters but was named Hokage Tower anyway. Traditions were important.



As he walked down the streets of Konoha Kakashi had the opportunity to see for himself just how far the once great village had fallen. There was rubble everywhere, people looked behind corners and trash piles with dark, haunted eyes, dirty, rag-clothed children dug around in the junk in an attempt to find something to eat.



Naruto’s base was a three a three-storey building with a sloped, round roof and white walls, surprisingly untouched by the destruction that had marred the previously well-kept village. Izumo met him on the way in and recognized him, ushered him in the waiting room and silently went to notify the Hokage of his presence. Two years had passed since Kotetsu’s death in the war, but Kakashi still couldn’t get used to watching the man walk around alone and without his companion.

Finally, after an hour of waiting sitting on an uncomfortable, rickety, three-legged chair he was invited in Naruto’s office – a large room with cabinets containing files lining up the walls from the floor to the ceiling, several chairs and three big desks. On the two side desks there were people Kakashi barely knew by face and behind the middle one was Naruto, dressed in the white mantle of the Hokage, pouring over a report. It took him a few minutes to finish and look up at Kakashi and the jounin used that time to get a good look at him. Naruto had changed for the past several years. Grown up, both in mind and body, his shoulders filled out, his golden hair grown a little longer and even more shaggier, held away from his face by his hitai-ate.



When their eyes met, Kakashi almost flinched – they glowed red, the colour of hot iron and brimstone, coiled power hidden behind the thin barrier of humanity. Or was it a mask of humanity? Really, Tenzo had been right – the jutsu had worked.

When Kakashi and Naruto had realized that Minato’s seal was fading and that Kyuubi was becoming uncontrollable, they had been desperate to find a way to control the situation. Along with Sasuke’s not so eager help, they had devised a plan, an elaborate ritual of sorts merge Naruto’s chakra system with that of Kyuubi, in hopes that Naruto would continue to be the dominant personality. It seemed that this part of the plan had succeeded, despite the physical changes on the young man’s face.



“Kakashi.” He said, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips. “They told me you were released from the hospital.”



“Hokage-sama.” Kakashi said, suddenly filled with unease. He bowed as much as his stiff leg would allow him. Naruto’s crimson eyes followed the movement and stopped on the cane.



“They also told me of the extent of the damage.”



The jounin’s hand tightened on the handle.



“I can deal with it.”



“Can you?” Naruto murmured, but did not elaborate.



“I came to report for duty.” Kakashi said stiffly. “Use me however you see fit.”



Something flickered in Naruto’s eyes at that moment, something dark and vicious, only for a split second. Kakashi wasn’t even sure he saw it so he tried to dismiss it for the moment.



“For the moment” the blond began carefully “The best way you can help me is to stay put and try to take care of your health.”



Kakashi bristled.



“I assure you, I am perfectly fine and capable of being of service.”



The burning eyes narrowed.



“You were barely able to reach this place without keeling over, Kakashi.” He pointed out. “You are not strong enough at the moment.” He raised his hand when the jounin tried to argue. “Besides. You are exactly what I cannot put in public view right now.”



“What is that supposed to mean?” hissed the older man, though he already suspected what Naruto was going to say.



The blond paused, pressed his lips together, then said with a carefully neutral tone:



“You were Konoha’s star agent, Kakashi. One of our best people. The public looked up to you, admired you, wanted to be as good as you were. And right now, morale is very very low. I cannot allow them to see you as you are now…” he trailed off and gestured towards Kakashi’s legs.



Broken.



That was what Naruto didn’t say out loud, but he didn’t need to. An embarrassment.



Kakashi’s anger dissipated and he deflated, looking away from Naruto and down at his feet.



“I see.”



“I am sorry, Kakashi. I need to think of the village first.”



The jouning nodded bitterly.



“Every Hokage has to. It’s your duty.”



“I will arrange for someone to bring you your rations every three days. I’m afraid we’re a little low on food right now.”



Kakashi nodded.



“Thank you.”



“You rest and build up your strength. When you feel a bit better, I will see what kind of a job I can find for you.”



Then the blond looked back down at the report – the audience was apparently over. Kakashi silently turned around and limped out of the office. He felt like a stray dog being kicked on the curb.



The sun was past its zenith when he finally reached his apartment and sat down on his torn sofa, the shadows lengthening, the golden light of the sunset slowly darkening to gentle purple as night began to set in. He didn’t move for hours, staring into empty space, clutching onto the cane and keeping it close to his chest between his legs. Finally, when the silver light of the full moon seeped through the cracked window, he got up without a word and left the apartment.

Tenzo’s home wasn’t that far away – thankfully, his building too still stood, though a little worse for wear. Fortunately, his window was glowing – apparently he was there. Kakashi entered the building and limped up the stairs and down the darkened corridor until he reached a familiar dark-blue metal door with a heavy lock. He stood there then, doubts and shame filling his mind as he waited to gather the courage to knock.



He didn’t mask his presence and Tenzo, being the perceptive ANBU that he was, opened the door after ten minutes of waiting for Kakashi to make a move.



“Senpai.” He breathed as he looked at the jounin at his doorstep.



“I need you.” Kakashi whispered softly.



The younger man shook his head.



“Are you well-enough for it? You can barely walk.”



“I am fine. I need you.” He looked up and looked imploringly at Tenzo’s dark eyes. “Please.”



The younger man had never been able to refuse him, regardless of the fact that these little meetings weren’t exactly to his taste for an intimate encounter – he was too much of a romantic for it. Still, he’d always had crush on the older man, admired him, hero-worshipped him a little even. And he was honest and trustworthy to a fault, so Kakashi was sure he’d keep his secret and do what he needed him to do without judgement.



As always, Tenzo caved and nodded, then ushered Kakashi inside, taking the cane from his hands. He followed the younger man to his small bedroom, idly noticing that the place seemed surprisingly cosy and clean considering all that had happened. Still, the shortages of war could be noticed even here – the place hadn’t been renovated in a long time, the walls were dark from too much smoke from the candles Tenzo used when electricity was cut off months ago.



They had taken over part of Konoha over two years ago and afterwards the battle continued on the streets, for months on end, each house, each store becoming a fortress of the warring factions. Street war was the nastiest kind of war that there was.



When they finally reached the bedroom Kakashi turned around to face the young man and saw stars when he backhanded him. The silver-haired man fell back onto the bed, the room swimming around him for a moment. Tenzo was on him immediately, roughly turning him over and pulling at his clothes. When he got him naked, he tied his hands securely to the headboard but concerned for his knee, left his legs free. He usually tied those too.



Kakashi had been visiting his colleague on a regular basis for years, whenever the pain and shame and guilt inside became far too great to bear and he needed pain on the outside to forget about them. The younger man had been a reluctant participant at first, but he had never been able to refuse anything to Kakashi and the jounin knew that. He felt even guiltier, knowing that he used him to get what he wanted, but he was the only person he trusted to keep his secret and indulge his need. Gai was another option, but the man was too independent to allow Kakashi to manipulate him like this, not to mention that instead of indulging him, he would try to change his mind. And the jounin had no patience for meddling rivals when he was in that mood. So Tenzo it was, younger, kind Tenzo, with the admiring, worshipful eyes and puppy-dog eagerness to please.



He could hear the younger man’s breathing quickening behind him, sharp, needy puffing of breath. Then, some rustling of clothes and steps away from the bed, the sound of a drawer being pulled and then shut closed. Another long pause as Tenzo returned to stand next to the bed and look down at the older man.



“Kakashi-san, are you sure?” he asked softly.



Kakashi nodded.



“Yes. Please.”



Still, it took some time before Tenzo talked himself into cooperating with this once again. When the first blow of the belt landed on Kakashi’s bared back, it was almost a pure bliss. He moaned softly and waited for the other, which came soon enough, connecting with the other shoulder-blade. It stung terribly and Kakashi knew that there were two reddened welts criss-crossing his pale, scarred back. When the belt licked him again he sighed with relief. Afterwards, Tenzo continued with a slow, steady rhythm, working him from shoulders to hips, but unlike before did not move to the back of his thighs, apparently too concerned for his injury. Kakashi did not dare to protest.



After a while, he knew that his entire backside must have gone cherry red, his skin raw and burning from the vicious beating. He was helplessly aroused by the whole thing and spread his legs shamelessly for Tenzo, raising his hips despite the pain in his knee that this effort caused. Perhaps it even hightened his pleasure. The belt landed right over the crack of his ass, the tip licking at his perineum and the base of his balls and he whimpered, his entire body shaking. He did not dare to beg, only waited for Tenzo to have mercy on him. Finally, the younger man dropped the belt on the ground and moved to kneel behind him and between his splayed thighs.



Rough, callused hands massaged his stinging ass and roughly spread his cheeks wide-apart, blunt fingers rubbing over his twitching entrance. A thick, oil-slick digit probed him mercilessly and pressed against his prostate several times, leaving him breathless and shaking. The digit was removed and something thicker pressed into him, agonizingly slow impaling him onto the hard length of it, its girth spreading him almost to the point of tearing.



It was exactly what Kakashi wanted, what he craved so desperately. Finally, the hardness was sheathed inside him and Tenzo paused there, both of them pulsing at their joining. When Kakashi wiggled, the younger man began to move with slow, deep thrusts, carefully calculated to rock his entire frame and to have the erection inside of him press against his spot in each inward thrust. The same rough hand sneaked around him and wrapped his fingers tightly around his length, jerking him in time with his pounding.



Kakashi wasn’t sure how long it lasted, losing sense of time as sharp bursts of pain and pleasure washed over him again and again. His sweat-slick body shook with need and he whimpered and moaned continuously. Finally, the callused thumb pressed right over the slit of his cock and rubbed, teasing his orgasm out of him. He shook and keened, clamping down rhythmically around the invading length as bliss so intense that it was pain filled him to the core and spilled over along with his come onto Tenzo’s sheets.