Research

Title: Research
Author: MoiyaHatake
Rating: NC-17, Not work safe.
Warnings: blow job, rimming, anal sex, mild bondage, language, cock and ball bondage (not torture), porn w/out much plot.


Written for the YonKaka Community on LiveJournal, May 1, 2008.

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Research

"Kakashi. Get out of there before you get me into trouble. You're not even suppose to be down here." Minato snatched the forbidden jutsu from his stubborn lover and stuffed it back into the large drawer with the hundreds of other tiny but deadly scrolls.

"You're paranoid." Kakashi sighed, rolling his eyes before wandering over to another cabinet.

"Of coarse I'm paranoid. Last time we had sex somewhere other than our own bed we nearly got caught because of you and your perverted ideas."

"I blame you for that." he unrolled another scroll and smiled appreciatively.

"Me? You blame me?" Minato squawked slapping Kakashi’s hand and taking yet another forbidden jutsu from the nosy jonin.

"Yes, I do. Because you can't help but make the most adorably sexy noises." Kakashi gave the blond his most seductive smile, wrapping his arms around Minato’s chest, squeezing gently, "And that’s what nearly got us caught."

Minato’s face turned three different shades of pink before he grinned, just a little, and returned the embrace, leaning forward to brush his lips along the sharp line of Kakashi’s jaw, "I know how to make you sound adorably sexy too Kashi-kun." he purred, backing his lover up to the heavy wood table in the center of the room.

"Planning to do some research?" the silver haired shinobi teased. Mostly to avoid letting his eyes roll into the back of his head. His neck was extremely sensitive, something Minato was very well aware of and was taking full advantage now that he was pinned between the blond and the hard edge of the table.

Minato nuzzled the crook of his neck, hot breath soaking through the sleeveless shirt as he nodded minutely, "I'm going to research all the ways in which I can make you moan. Pant. Gasp. Whine. Whimper. Beg. Curse." Each word was punctuated by a slow grind, a suck, a lick, a kiss.

Agile fingers slid down the soft fabric of the Minato’s coat, tracing the lines of muscle and bone, digging into flexing hips, teeth cutting into soft tissue trying to stifle all the delicious sounds gathering at the back of his throat with each slow, deliberate drag of hardened flesh against his own.

It was maddening. To be so close and still have so many obstacles. Like clothes. Kakashi silently thanked the Gods that he’d removed his armor the moment the door was sealed. If it hadn’t been for Minato’s stalling they’d be naked on the damn table, the one that was currently bruising his ass.

"I haven’t seen you....you....you..." Shit! The man had already reduced him to a stuttering pool of goo. "Three months." he practically shouted just to get it out past his tongue before he let one of those deliciously sexy noises lodged in his throat escape.

He wiggled, pushing up, trying to stop the thick wood from digging in, pressing against bone. But Minato wasn’t inclined to let him get far, pressing himself froward until Kakashi had no where to go unless he planned to turn into a contortionist or find a way to dislodge the bolts holding the solid table in place.

Soft warm lips nibbled sensitive skin, tugging gently, massaging the pulse racing just beneath the surface, then sucking hard before moving on, leaving an angry red trail before they reached their destination, "Three long months. So don’t hold back Kashi-kun. Tell me what you want." Minato purred.

Calloused fingers slipped beneath the waistband, taking hold of his aching member, loosely then firmly, alternating while sliding over smooth silky skin, until he was sure he’d go insane and his back arched gracefully, painfully.

"Tell me what you want." the blond devil repeated in a husky voice strained with his own arousal, circling his thumb around the mushroom head, once, twice, dipping in, spreading the pre-cum.

"Ahhh! Fuck me! I want...hnnnn.....just....fuck me, please."

The deliciously warm hand disappeared, grabbing one thigh roughly, the pain cutting into his ass ebbed as he was hoisted up onto the table, his body nothing more than one raw sensitive nerve begging to be stroked, sucked, and licked until he was numb, boneless, sated.

"So eager." Minato grinned, pushing the skin tight top up past hardened nipples.

He didn’t give Kakashi any time to respond. Not that he could. At least nothing coherent. The man was putty in his hands. And the knowledge that he could reduce this man, this elite Anbu, this far too in control jonin, into putty, goo, lustful dry humping and desperate begging made Minato feel far more powerful than his position as Hokage would ever allow.

So he was definitely going to enjoy himself. Enjoy the power. Enjoy watching his young lover writhe and beg and gasp beneath his touches knowing no one else would ever take pleasure in his Kakashi’s unique taste.

Minato curled his hands around heaving ribs, pressing into the sweaty curve of spine and muscle, lips latching onto the left pink nub, wrinkled with excitement, and sucked hard. Coaxing a small cry of pleasure from the stubbornly quiet man. Then swirling his tongue around the abused nipple, he began licking a slow teasing line across the chest pushing, seeking more and lavished the same attention on it’s twin.

Not an easy task with fingers trying to rip your hair out and wild desperate hips bucking up against you, dislodging your mouth occasionally.

Three months worth of suppress sexual tension turned his lover into a wild animal in full rut.

"Minato." Kakashi growled, sexually frustrated beyond the ability to form coherent sentences.

The young Hokage grinned up at the vibrantly flushed face glaring at him over bunched fabric, "Growling. Ill add it to my list of sounds."

"Sounds?" Kakashi squirmed, not really hearing or processing much other than the need to be touched by the man who apparently was hell bent on making him suffer. He’d expected to be shoved up against the bookshelf the moment the door closed and impaled with hot, fast, desperate thrusts. Not tortured into an empty orgasm he could have given himself several times over during the length of his mission.

Minato held the younger man’s gaze while moving down the length of his torso, fingers tracing the edge of black trapping Kakashi’s straining erection. As much as the silver haired shinobi willed them to tear his pants away they only tugged them down an inch at a time while Minato’s talented lips and tongue explored soft, smooth flesh wrapped tight over sharp firm hips.

His skin was salty, with a hint of earth and something Minato couldn’t quite name but he wanted more of the tangy flavor that he was positive was pure Kakashi essence. Not the milky essence soaking through the black Anbu uniform. Something even more primal that made his cock heavy with anticipation.

So he licked and sucked his path, marking his lover, tasting him, and following the line of black down over hips, then retreating up over quivering abs, through soft silver curls, pulling the fabric over boney knees until they fell to the stone floor, tongue pushing into Kakashi’s belly button, thumbs massaging soft circles over thighs.

The silver haired ball of sexual energy sat up abruptly, ripping his top over his head and yanking Minato’s mouth up into a passionate kiss, tasting himself and the sweet spice that was his blond lover. Properly distracted, he shoved the white coat of office off tense shoulders and let it fall, uncaring if it was soiled. He wanted Minato naked and inside him in every way possible.

But Kakashi’s normally agile fingers were shaking too much to work quickly and before he could get a firm grip on the zipper of Minato’s trousers he was pitched backward by demanding hands, legs forced open, the hot moist mouth he’d been devouring latched onto his inner thigh, sucking hard and biting down then licking an apology.

He felt extremely exposed with his knees pinned, legs spread eagle and nothing to hold onto but his own hair, Minato’s arms, Minato’s hair, his own cock, which the blond put a stop to immediately.

When had Minato created a clone?

Before Kakashi could process this new development his hands were restrained above his head and the helpful clone vanished. The blond between his legs never once looking up, his exploration of Kakashi’s inner thighs uninterrupted as he ran his hands over every inch of pale skin, tracing scars and muscles and beads of sweat with his mouth, with his fingers. Intentionally avoiding the weeping cock and pink pucker he knew was aching to be filled.

"Minato....please." he tugged hard on the rope.

"You’ve already begged. Try something new Kashi-kun."

"Wha-" Then it hit him.

"I'm going to research all the ways in which I can make you moan. Pant. Gasp. Whine. Whimper. Beg. Curse."

"You’ve got to be shitting me?! You were serious? Are you insane? Are you trying to kill me?" Kakashi thrashed harder trying to break free.

"I told you. I'm doing research." Minato grunted, pinning the violent body beneath his own, "Behave or I wont let you have what you so desperately want." he warned, sucking on Kakashi’s bruised lower lip.

Kakashi wrapping his legs around Minato’s sides, locking his ankles together and taking full advantage of the friction created by the man’s weight, "Fuck your research." he panted, thrusting fitfully up into Minato’s straining erection and coaxing a moan from the evil blond.

Minato shivered, sliding his hands along Kakashi’s legs, massaging with gentle loving strokes, "Just trust me, love." he whispered, coaxing them open so he could slid back down between them.

Kakashi slowly relaxed, turning his face into his arm and biting down, trying not to howl in frustration. His eyes shut tight against the effort, squeezing out a single tear. Because even in such a sexually charged state of being nothing made him feel more wanted, more needed, than his lovers softly spoken words.

Of coarse he trusted Minato.

He trusted the man and their love enough to let himself be tied down, spread open for blue eyes to explore and a hungry mouth to lavish attention upon.

But when all he felt was a tickling sensation he lifted his head to peer down at what appeared to be a red bow tied around his scrotum and the base of his cock, making the already angry red mushroom turn purple.

A part of him was thankful, the other part wondered how long the blond was intending to continue his research. Preferably before he died of terminal blue balls he frowned. Which, upon further inspection of the makeshift cock ring, he discovered the term fitting. They were in fact turning blue.

As a reward for his lovers cooperation, even if he was frowning at him, he sucked the swollen head into his mouth, trying hard not to smile when Kakashi’s head hit the table and his hips bucked, a string of mumbled curses trailing off when he pulled back with a loud pop and licked his lips.

Pressing Kakashi’s knees up towards his shoulders until the perfect pink pucker was exposed, Minato felt his breath quicken. One hand gliding back down to brush fingertips over the tight muscle. Blue eyes fixated on the lightly teasingly digits. Caressing. Rubbing. Disappearing. Slowly. In. Out. Never deep enough. It was hypnotic.

His tongue pushed between parted lips and before he could think about stopping himself, he was licking and probing, tasting another part of his lover. Inhaling his scent, making him press in deeper, saliva coating the heated entrance, the excess dripping down his chin.

And Kakashi made all those deliciously sexy noises he’d teased Minato about earlier. Gasping. Moaning. Panting. Cursing. Begging. Whimpering. Whining. Twisting on the edge of insanity, his body arching off the table against his will, taking control and holding him, suspended, unable to cross over into the blissful state of an orgasm he knew would rip him in half.

The sound of the zipper brought him back from the void, snapping his head up and mindlessly fucking the air while watching lustful blue eyes, as needy and desperate as his own, "It’s about fucking time."

Minato twirled a kunai, letting his gaze wander over the sight presented to him before leaning over the squirming body, so eager, beyond ready, the head of his erection pressing gently against the pulsating entrance. He pressed the kunai to the rope, his lips hovering over Kakashi’s pleading murmurs, "Tell me again what you want Kashi-kun."

"I want you to put that fat cock of yours where it belongs. I want it fast and hard and I want to feel you cum with your balls pressed up against my ass."

Minato swallowed the last words, dragging his tongue over ridges and teeth and lips and tongue and cheeks, exploring every corner of the dirty mouth he loved so much until Kakashi struggled to breath and he was forced to pull back.

In the time it took for his heart to beat once, Kakashi felt the rope give. Felt the hard surface of the table against his chest. Hands on his hips, tugging him back further, into position, then roaming over the sweaty planes of muscle and bone, siding down the length of his spine.

Minato loved Kakashi’s graceful arch almost as much as he loved the soft curve of his ass pressed flush against him. His cock momentarily trapped. Sliding up. Rubbing against the tight pucker he could feel flexing against his throbbing erection. Forcing more milky drops to accumulate, slipping over the round tip to be spread between them.

Kakashi whimpered, pushing back, reaching with his hand, groping for his lover, anything to make him get on with things instead of standing there admiring the view.

Minato slapped the hand away, grabbed slender hips and tugged back again until Kakashi’s legs nearly buckled without the table for support. Strong hands pressed against his chest, holding him up, while another pressed against his back, forcing him to bend.

He didn’t care that there were two more hands than there should have been or that he could feel the blond still behind him, preparing him for what was to come, while he stared mindlessly into bright blue eyes.

Kakashi gripped the table, fingers turning white, mouth hanging open in a silent cry of complete ecstasy as he felt the ring of muscle give under pressure and he was slowly filled by thick throbbing heat. The only thing keeping him from exploding in the face of the man below him was the makeshift cock ring and he quickly reached between his legs trying to untie the perfect red bow.

But the clone gripped his wrist tightly, holding it out of reach, fingers lightly stroking his choking erection but no where close to removing the constricting ribbon.

Minato pulled back and re-entered Kakashi as if they had all the time in the world. As if he hadn’t been torturing his lover. As if he wasn’t already closing in on his own long over do orgasm. Savoring all the little sounds. The way Kakashi squeezed and rippled and pulsated around him. The way his inner flesh gripped him tight, massaging him until he felt the familiar tingle spread like wild fire, "Fuck!"

"Oh shit! Ahhhhh......hnnnn......Min-a-to!" Kakashi threw his head back, the white hot liquid filling him so completely was too much. He wanted to cry and loose himself with his lover but didn’t have the strength to break free of the clone.

The moment Minato’s tingling started to spread, his clone tugged hard on the end of the ribbon, releasing Kakashi’s heavy cock and sucking it into his mouth in the same moment, swallowing him and his seed before he vanished.

Minato quickly pulled a very weak and limber Kakashi to his chest, silver hair brushing his cheek as his head lolled back against his shoulder. He wondered if the man had in fact passed out until a shaking hand covered his own. He turned his nose into his lovers cheek, whispering comfort and sweet words usually saved for pillow talk, lowering them to the floor.

Kakashi had stopped wondering about the clones and the rope and the ribbon because it no longer mattered how the mysterious items had escaped his keen senses in the first place. The blond was just too sneaky for him and he’d have to deal with that fact. So when he realized they were laying on a thick blanket instead of cold stone, he simply snuggled closer to Minato and hummed his contentment, wondering when the blond demon would strike again.