My Name is Kakashi and I'm an Assassin

My Name is Kakashi and I’m an Assassin

A/N: Okay so I lied. This is a three shot, not a two. No, I won’t extend it any more, I promise. I also didn't know that the last three chapters of this story didn't load. Stupid chapter titles!!! Grrrrr.
sris: Thanks so much for your review. I'm actually delighted that you think this should be an original story. I was still pretty green when i wrote this, like i'm not now...phft, so it was basically an exercise to flex my writing muscles. I guess i must have done pretty well then. I want to get into original work eventually but i'm in the middle of fics right now so i guess that'll have to wait. Your comments always hit home for me because your work is so awesome. THANK YOU!!

(Italics are flashbacks)

Warning:Language, violence and a whole lot of yaoi smut. If you have issues with guy on guy, why the hell are you reading my work?

Disclaimer: I think we’ll all agree that for the sake of any kids who watch the show, it’s a good thing that I don’t own Naruto.

Part 2

After the cab is out of sight I pull off the brown wig and wipe the contacts from my eyes. It won’t do much good if he doesn’t recognize me. On the other hand, he might become homicidal as soon as he lays eyes on me. I climb the front steps to his simple two story house. This feels familiar but it’s been so long it’s like I’m living a dream. Glancing down at the emotionally exhausted preteen beside me I rap my knuckles on the front door. I can hear a scurrying from behind the door and an obnoxiously loud voice calls to someone in the depths of the house.

“I’ve got it!” The door flies open and I’m starring face to face with the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. The blonde fool is standing before me grinning like a loon.

“Hello Naruto. I need to speak to Iruka.” A blonde head cocks in confusion before the objectionable voice hollers to the back of the house again.

“Iruka, some guy is here to see you.” He turns back to face me; “how did you know my name?” If I had the ability to truly feel uncomfortable this would be one of the tensest moments of my life.

“We’ve met before,” I say simply, and note of finality in my voice that I know the thick skulled blonde won’t catch. He opens his mouth to ask when, but is interrupted by a tan, shirtless burnet stepping from the washroom.

It’s all I can do to keep from groaning in pleasure at the mere sight of him. He’s obviously just gotten out of the shower, his shoulder length hair dripping onto his torso, the beads of water running all the way from his shoulders, over his taught abs to the hem of his loose, low-rider jeans. His smile is breathtaking as always, but it quickly falls from his face. Cool fury seeps from every inch of him and he storms to the door ready to slam it in my face. I get my foot into the door’s path just in time, grateful that I decided to change into my steel toed boots when I changed my shirt. He glares daggers at me and I’m quite sure he’s willing my body to spontaneously combust as he hisses in rage, “get your foot out of my door you…”

“We really need to come in.” The door opens a crack and his gaze softens as it lands on the child weakly gripping the hem of my shirt before it opens wide enough for us to enter.

The blonde is talking but I’m not paying attention. I can’t keep my eyes off of the bronze god, the memories of our first meeting swimming before my eyes.

It was five years ago, though for me it seems like an eternity or maybe like it was yesterday.
//Flashback//
I’m drinking at a lousy bar near the hospital, celebrating my hundredth kill…alone of course. The bartender has refilled my glass of scotch three times already. The dank hole is full of nobodies, drunks and thugs who have cleverly chosen a spot to drink near the hospital they will inevitably need tonight. The door bursts open and in walks a crowd that wouldn’t be out of place in said hospital’s emergency room, by that I mean they were all nurses and paramedics; still in they’re scrubs and uniforms. They’re laughing and congratulating a dark skinned man in the middle of the group who is blushing and…gorgeous. His tan skin and dark hair and eyes make him look like a big piece of chocolate, and I want a bite. His friends immediately ordered a round of drinks and a shot for the man whose flushed face was possibly the most adorably sexy sight I’ve ever seen. I turn slightly in my barstool so I can observe the group. They were obviously helping…uh make that forcing the man to celebrate something. I could only catch snippets of the conversation without leaning in and making it evident that I was eavesdropping, but I caught phrases such as ‘moving up in the world’ and ‘our resident sweetheart’.

For reasons I couldn’t explain my blood boiled as one of his friends wrapped an arm around him and practically shouts that the man could examine him anytime. The brunet laughed and punched him lightly in the shoulder before thanking the group and telling them how much their support had helped and meant to him.

Who the hell is this guy? It’s been so long since I’ve spent time with normal members of society that I’d completely forgotten what it sounded like to be encouraged, congratulated or thanked. Needless to say my curiosity is more than peaked.

Suddenly a mass of beepers went off and everyone except the brunet jumped to their feet.

“Sorry, emergency,” one of the paramedics said before pulling his jacket on and motioning to his partner.

“Are you coming Iruka?” one of the nursed inquired before heading toward the door.

“No; I’m off now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She nodded congratulating him again before she and her colleagues departed leaving my prey all alone. Perfect. I order another drink and he settles himself at the bar a few seats away from me. I play it cool, not wanting to scare him off. He orders a coffee with a shot of Irish cream in it. I can’t help but stare at him. God is he sexy. Even in his baggy, green hospital scrubs you can see how toned his slim body is, and that tan goes all the way down.

I tell the bartender to put his drink on my tab and invite him to join me, which to my immense pleasure he does.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re celebrating.” He blushes, god he’s so fucking cute.

“Yeah, I just got back my marks from my masters program. I’m a nurse practitioner now.” I raise my eyebrows and smile in congratulations. How did he make me do that? I never smile unless it’s for deception, but this was a real smile.

For those of you who don’t know, a nurse practitioner can diagnose patients and prescribe medicine. He’s essentially a doctor, plus a great bedside manner and minus the white coat syndrome and exorbitant pay.

“That’s quite the accomplishment. How long did it take you?” He looks sheepish, like he doesn’t want to answer.

“Uh, well…six years. But I was working the whole time. It’s not a cheap program. I guess I actually finished a couple years early considering I was only studying part-time.”

“That’s very impressive. Your girlfriend must be very proud.” Red spread from his cheeks to his ears.

“I’m not seeing anyone and I definitely don’t have a girlfriend.”

Jackpot!

“So why are you here?” he asks. I think about how to answer wanting to give some semblance of the truth.

“I’m celebrating. Today was the hundredth time I was a complete asshole.” He looks at me completely shocked, clearly wanting more of an explanation.

“I specialize in…hostile takeovers, the elimination of people’s livelihoods.” He smiles and something wrenched in my gut.

“Do you like what you do?”

“I’m good at it.”

We talk for hours before he looked at his watch.

“Oh wow, it’s late. You know what they say, time flies.” I arch an eyebrow teasingly.

“So you had fun?” He blushes before flashing me his dazzling smile.

“Yeah, I did.” He looks at me like he’s debating asking me to do it again sometime, but instead winks and says, “See you around.” I watch him head to the door before throwing some money at the bartender and following him.

I’m surprised as I push open the door to find him scribbling something on a scrap of paper against a nearby mailbox. His warm, brown eyes flick to me as I exit the bar.

“Oh, uh, hi. I was wondering if I could give you my number…uh…you know if you want it…uh…”

“That’s funny. I was just chasing after you because I wanted to see if you wouldn’t mind giving it to me.” There’s that adorable blush again as he hands me the paper.

“It gets rough out here this late. Can I walk you home?”
//End flashback//
He glares daggers at me and I know what he’s thinking.

“I know what you’re thinking but it isn’t like that.”

“Like what, you deceitful sack of shit?!” The blonde stops talking and gapes in shock at the usually gentle and reserved man. Iruka has every right to be angry after what happened. I don’t blame him for yelling but I don’t have time for it right now.

“Sasuke why don’t you go see if you can find something to eat.” He nods emotionlessly at me and walks toward the kitchen, the energetic blonde hot on his heels. Iruka waits until they’re out of the room before hissing venomously.

“You did it again! How could you come here after you did it again? I swear I’d damn your soul to hell if I thought you had one.”

“This is different Iruka. The kid needs protection; there maybe people still after him.” This does nothing to abate his rage.

“And you brought him here? You put Naruto in danger. You put me in danger. Why the hell couldn’t you just leave me alone?” I don’t know how to answer him. I tried to forget him, to forget what we had, what he meant to me…what he still means to me.

“Iruka…”

“No! You listen to me. You lied to me…for three years. You can’t explain away what you’ve done. You tried, remember? Now you show up here with another of you’re horrible mistakes in tow. You’re a monster Kakashi. How could you do this again after last time?” He raises a shaky finger toward the kitchen and whispers, “how can you look that child in the face after you killed his parents?”

“He didn’t.” We both turn in surprise to the dark haired boy standing a few feet away, an apple clutched in his hands. Iruka’s voice softens as he addresses the kid.

“What?”

“He didn’t kill my parents. He was going to. He was going to kill me too.” Shit. Good work kid. Dig my grave a little deeper will ya?

“Someone else killed them and he saved me. He didn’t have to. I know that. He should have walked away, but he dragged me out of there. And he kept me from calling my brother; he’s the one that hired him.” I feel as numb as the kid looks, his dark eyes hallow and his tone flat. His face is emotionless like mine usually is and I hate what’s happened to him, hate my part in all of this. Iruka glares at me, but his eyes don’t hold the fire they did thirty second’s earlier.

“Naruto why don’t you take Sasuke up stairs and show him your room?” He drops his voice before continuing, “He’s had a really rough day so if he wants to sleep, just watch TV quietly alright?” The blonde nods before clasping the pale preteen’s hand and pulling him upstairs. He turns to me after they are out of earshot.

“So what exactly have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Do you really want to know?” He says he doesn’t but I know he needs some sort of explanation.

I sigh before collapsing on his couch and cradling my head in my hands. Even as furious as he is at me, he slides beside me, resting a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder. It feels like old times and if I was truly capable of showing strong emotions I would have cried, but again, that’s not me.
//Flashback//
“Well this is me.” He’s gesturing to a crummy apartment building in a lousy part of town. He looks a little embarrassed but I can understand the place’s appeal if you’re working in the area and saving for school.

“It was nice to meet you. I guess I should get going…unless…uh…do you want to come up for a coffee?” I could have jumped for joy. I knew he was interested but I never thought I’d get an invitation up tonight. Now this is what I call celebrating.

“Sure. That’d be nice.” He opens the heavy front door and we enter the elevator. It’s all I can do to keep from mauling him right there in the confined, metal box. He stands close to me, my sharp senses drinking in his very being. I can smell his shampoo and the faint smell of hand sanitizer which for some odd reason is strangely alluring. My eyes follow the elegant curve of his shoulder to his toned neck to where his jaw meets his ear. I make a mental note to inspect that spot later before my eyes travel up his profile darting around his dark features; his warm brown eyes, his full pouty lips, the angular scar across the bridge of his nose. Aware of my scrutinizing gaze he shifts uncomfortably before raising his eyes to mine. Neither of us says a word, we just stare at each other and time seems to stop for what seems like perpetuity. The door to the elevator opens but still neither of us moves. Not until the doors start to slide shut do I stick my hand out to stop them, resting my other hand in the small of his back to guide him from the lift. He drops his eyes from mine embarrassed and leads me down the hall.

“It’s not much…” He starts to explain his living conditions but I quickly cut him off informing him that I’m sure it’s nice. I’m really not interested in the apartment anyway.

The door opens to reveal a very clean, nicely furnished two bedroom dwelling. Everything that wasn’t attached to the older building is fairly new and everything has been cleaned immaculately.

He removes his jacket and shoes before giving me the grand tour. I conveniently block his exit as he shows me his bedroom. He worries his lip and I quickly realize this isn’t a regular practice for him. I move so that I’m not blocking his way completely, leaning against the doorframe seductively. He relaxes visibly.

“I’ll go make some coffee.” He turns his body sideways to move past me but I lightly grab one of his hips halting him. His respirations are rapid so I run a soothing hand gently along his jaw before pressing my lips to his tenderly. His response is timid at first but it isn’t long before those delicious lips part and my tongue explores every crevice of his mouth. He mewls into my lips as my hands roam his torso. My eyes fly open as he lightly thrusts his hips forward groaning at the sensation. I take this as a sign that I can take charge and grasp a hold of his hair, releasing it from the bond of the elastic it had been up in. His tongue is now fighting mine in a battle for dominance that I know he doesn’t have much desire to win. I yank his head back, my teeth, tongue and lips attacking his jugular viciously. Moaning and squirming as I suck his neck he grinds our pelvises together causing me to pause my ministrations to gasp aloud.

I pull his thin green shirt over his head an push him lightly back onto the bed, captivated by the way his shoulder length locks splay around his head. I pull my shirt over my head before crawling on top of him like a giant cat, pressing our naked skin together. Pawing, panting, clawing, biting, sucking; soon we’re attacking each other like a pair of wild beasts. His innocent nature has been shed and the wonton sex god has been released. Before I know it he’s fumbling with my belt, begging me to fuck him, and I’m not one to refuse such a request.

I quickly rid myself of the rest of my clothes before hooking my fingers in the elastic waistband of his boxers and pants, removing both in one fluid motion. I slide my hands over his knees and up his muscular thighs, laying sizzling kisses on my way. I plant sloppy kisses on his naked hips, exhaling on the moistened patches of skin, making him groan and lift his hips in a desperate attempt to end my torture. I glance from under my bangs and find his brown eyes glued on me, lids heavy with lust. I flick my tongue out teasing the head of his cock and am rewarded with a moan and a gasp of my name. Nothing in my life thus far has sounded as sweet. His hips buck again as my tongue slides mischievously around his head and only when he begins to whisper pleadingly do I engulf him completely, sliding my hot mouth along him, wrapping my tongue around his length. He tastes like heaven, like something a person like me should never have… and I’m intoxicated by it. I suck greedily, wanting to savor every second, every sound and shiver his perfect body emits, every salty drop of precum, afraid that he’ll regret tonight and I’ll never get any of them again.

I can tell he’s close and reluctantly pull my mouth from him, earning a desperate whimper. I slowly pump him with one hand as I bring the other to his mouth, inserting three fingers which he sucks skillfully. His tongue slides over my digets and I pray that I’ll have an opportunity to put it to use elsewhere, but right now my painfully hard erection wants only one thing. I scoop saliva from his hot mouth and drop my lips back to his cock before sliding a finger into his taught body. He’s so tight I wonder if he’s ever had sex before. All rational thought is pushed from my mind as I graze his prostate and he cries in delight. I add another finger, scissoring them and searching out the spot that made him scream so prettily. I’m about to add a third when he begs me to fuck him again. I warn him that it will hurt as he’s not prepared enough and I’m not a small man. He sits up a little and pulls my head to his, positioning my cock at his entrance. My pulse races as he touches me and all I can do is hope he’s ready as I can’t hold back now.

I rock my hips forward and he pulls himself into my neck, the skin smothering his yelps. I can’t believe how amazing he feels. He’s so warm and tight that it could make a person claustrophobic if the sensations accompanying him weren’t so mind blowing-ly exhilarating. By the time I’m in him completely you could probably have gotten an honest answer to any question you asked, my brain having shut down almost completely. I don’t put his legs on my shoulders; I want to feel the skin of his chest against me. I drop his back to the bed, sliding my hands under his arms and gripping his shoulders I slowly begin to move my body, gasping at how incredible he feels around me. He’s no longer whimpering into my shoulder, he’s arching his body and thrusting his hips to meet my strokes, moaning like a whore. I drop my head to his, engaging in sloppy, wet kisses which dissolve into panting into each other’s mouths. His kind, coffee eyes lock on mine and something pulls deep in my gut again. I push all the thoughts that just flew through me aside and concentrate on the moment.

I fist his erection, pumping slowly and he wraps a leg around my back, pulling me a little deeper into his body. I wrap my free arm under him, pounding his body for all I’m worth, striking that bundle of nerves inside him repeatedly making him scream and writhe beneath me in bliss.

Our body temperature has risen to the point that our flesh is branding each other. I drop my head to his neck marking my territory with harsh sucking and biting. His hips are speeding up, our bodies slamming together with so much force it almost hurts. His body clenches around me and he releases in a fit of shakes and cries, ending with the guttural scream of my name.

My mind reels at the sound. I never tell anyone my real name, especially not someone I’m sleeping with. I’m pushed over the edge, thrusting deeply inside him as I empty myself into his tight body before collapsing onto his chest, our bodies a sweaty, panting heap of flesh. I kiss him deeply before rolling onto my back, pulling his head to rest on my chest. This man is poison to me. I should get up and leave, walk out the door and never see him again…but I can’t. I want to stay, want to know him, want to satisfy him again and again. He is everything I’m not; kind, caring…human. Every cell in my brain is telling me to run for the hills, but I stay, his body pressed against mine. I didn’t leave when the sun came up either. We showered… and fucked. We ate breakfast and fucked again. The kitchen counter, the couch, the dinning room table, the living room floor and against one of the walls of his apartment, hardly a square foot of space hasn’t had us pressed up against it, forcing each other into complete ecstasy. Finally at six o’clock he declares that he has to go to work. I join him for another shower and when the water turns fringed an hour later he calls in sick before joining me in his bedroom.

It’s not the sex that’s throwing me, although it is mind-blowing. It’s the fact that my body hasn’t allowed me to flee from his presence yet. Not only that but I’m tender and generous in bed and afterward, holding him for hours as he dozes lazily against my chest. Oh yes, this man is poison. Murdering the very essence of who I am…and I’m not sad about it in the least.
//End Flashback//
I feel his hand on my shoulder and I know he’s waiting for an answer. I should just tell him the truth. He’d see through a lie anyway.

“I don’t even know what happened. One second I’m sitting on a bench, picking my moment, the next bullets are flying all around me and I’ve got this shell shocked kid in the back of a speeding cab. Fuck! I’m sorry to come here. I really am, but the contract was for all of them, the kid too. If I’d have left him there…fuck. I’ve really done it this time.” He doesn’t say anything. I wish he’d yell. He didn’t yell last time either. Last time was different though, last time was worse. Far worse.
//Flashback//
We’d been seeing each other for almost three years now. I know you must think it’s funny that someone who kills for a living could fall in love so quickly with someone who’s devoted himself to saving lives. The irony is not lost on me I assure you. I love him because he is nothing like me, but the guilt of lying to him is taking its toll. It used to be refreshing to come home after a hard day and crawl into bed beside him, sometimes waking him up for a round of carnal pleasure sometimes just watching him sleep peacefully, but now I find myself returning to the house we bought together less and less, opting to sleep in my apartment instead. Facing him has become taxing and he knows something is wrong. I don’t want to lose him, but I can’t even look him in the eye anymore. I finally decide that enough is enough and if I really love him I’d have to change. I’ll finish the jobs I’ve already taken and then I’d quit. Get a normal nine to five job and spend the rest of my life with him. I return to our home tonight, embracing him tightly as soon as I cross the threshold. He doesn’t ask me why, just clings to my body, relishing the contact. I whisper in his ear that I’m sorry for pulling away and that I love him and everything will be alright. He sobs softly into my shoulder and I wish I could kick my own ass for hurting him. We make slow passionate love for hours that night; I cater to his every whim. He deserves it after what I did. Three more jobs and the charade is over. We can exist like this forever.

One job left. I almost felt bad killing again after last night, but the creeps I hit today had it coming. They were going to die soon enough anyway, it might as well be me that ushers them into the next life; at least I get paid for it. One job left. This one gives me pause. Minato Nimakaze, business man, philanthropist, honest, hard working man. I don’t want to have to get close for this. I’ll plant a bomb in his car that will kill him when he leaves for work. Clean, simple. I’m waiting in my car down the street when he exits the mansion. My heart stops as his wife and child exit behind him. Oh fuck. Why wasn’t I thinking? He probably gives them a ride in the morning. I’m too late. I couldn’t stop him now if I tried. He sitting in the car his wife is getting into the passenger seat while their son struggles to open the back door. I see him move his wrist and I can’t breathe, praying that I did something wrong, that the bomb won’t ex-

The earth shakes and fire billows outward. The blonde child has flown backwards landing on the lawn a few feet away. The quiet suburban neighborhood rocked by an explosion that wouldn’t have seemed out of place in a war torn country. I’m out of my car and moving toward the scene. I should have driven away, why the hell am I doing this? Neighbors are starting to poke their heads out of their doors, screaming and calling 9-1-1. I sprint toward the lifeless body of the young boy. I check his pulse…still there. Thank god. I lift him in my arms and jog back toward my car. What am I doing? Leave him there. The paramedics will look after him. Someone shouts at me, asking me what I’m doing.

“Taking him to the hospital,” I shout back. I buckle him into my front seat and speed away, hoping no one thought to look at my license plate. I tear across the city, passing two hospitals on my way. I’m not thinking at all, or I would have dropped him off at either of those. I pull into the emergency station of the hospital Iruka works at, carrying the child through the doors in my arms. His blonde hair is black with soot and he has pieces of glass stuck in his cheeks. My heart reels and my stomach churns. I did this to him. I did this. I killed his parents and scarred him horribly. He’s alone now. The case said Minato had no siblings and his parents died long ago.

I fist my hair in my hands. He’s being treated. It’s only been an hour but I feel like I’ve been waiting for days. I alternate between pacing and shifting restlessly in my chair. Finally I walk outside and light up a smoke. I keep a pack in the car for extremely stressful situations. I suck back the nicotine gratefully but it isn’t helping. My stomach is still threatening to spill it’s contents all over the ground.

“Mr…Kiuso?” I look up to see a blonde doctor standing near the door to the emergency room. She’s holding a chart in her hands, a small smile on her face.

“You brought in the blonde six year old, correct?” I nod and she begins to fill me in on his condition.

“Some minor lacerations to his face and a few nasty burns, but he should recover fully in a week or so. He’s still unconscious. We just need some information on both of you. What’s his name?” I flash back to the information in the case.

“Uzumaki Naruto.” She jots it down on the chart.

“Does he have any allergies?”

“I’m not sure.” Her eyes narrow.

“What exactly is your relationship with the patient?” I killed his family. I open my mouth to reply when a tan nurse sticks his head out of the door.

“Dr. Tsunade, they’re calling for you. Emergency in exam room one.” She nods curtly to the man before telling me not to leave before she finishes with the questions. The nurse is holding the door for her but staring at me. Fuck. He steps toward me after she rushes inside.

“Kakashi? Is that you? What are you doing here?” And this is where my life as I know it ends.

I start to talk, not even realizing what I’m saying most of the time. I tell him everything. Every last grim detail. I can’t look him in the eye. I can’t see the betrayal and pain lying there. I tell him about the family I killed today and the orphan child in his hospital. He says nothing. I wish he would yell. I wish he would scream and call me a monster but he just stares silently and I hate myself even more.

“Iruka I’m so…” I start to tell him that I’m sorry, that this was supposed to be my last job, that I hated lying to him and that’d he’d changed me more than I ever thought possible. I raised my eyes to meet his gaze only to catch sight of a tan fist about to connect with my jaw. He nearly takes my head clean off. Suddenly he’s straddling my prone figure, pounding my head into the pavement. I don’t know how many times he hit me but I could see my blood splattering all around us.

Two paramedics I recognize as his friends are restraining him, my blood dripping from his bruised fists, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“I never want to see you again.” His voice is shaking with anger and pain but he still doesn’t shout.

I read in the paper a few weeks later that he adopted the kid almost immediately. I think he was trying to atone for my sins. The cops still didn’t have any leads in the case which means he didn’t roll over on me. Part of me wished he had.
//End Flashback//
“So you didn’t stop. I thought you might have.” I look up at him, his face is withdrawn and I know he’s recalling the same perfect and perfectly horrible moments that I am.

“After I lost you, nothing really mattered.” I’m sure it sounded cheesy but I mean every word. His face softens for a second before he pulls himself back to the situation at hand.

“So what happens now? Should I take him to the cops?”

“No. Akatsuki has cops on the pay role which is why they haven’t been busted yet. He needs to get out of town. You may have to as well. These guys are smart. Smarter collectively than I am. I don’t know how much they know about me but if they know about you…I just need to make sure you’re safe. Our joint account is still open. There’s four hundred thou in there. You could get away. Start a new life. I’m sorry to have brought this unholy mess on you but whether you like it or not you’re in the thick of it now.” He looks at me completely taken aback.

“I’m just supposed to leave? I have a life here, friends, a job, a child. I can’t just pack up and leave town.”

“I would suggest leaving the country and yes you can. You can practice medicine anywhere in the world. Both you and Naruto are amiable people, you can make new friends. If you stay here, I don’t know if I’ll be able to protect you.” He gives me a look that chills my blood.

“Did I ever ask for your protection?” He’s right and I know what he’s getting at but I have to convince him that he’s in real danger.

“Please Ruka, listen to me. You have to get these kids out of town, as soon as possible. The people who are after Sasuke…they won’t stop until they find him.” I gently clasp the side of his face. He flinches but doesn’t pull away. His fingers gently trace the vertical scar on my left eye and the bump on the bridge of my nose, both from the savage beating he laid on me almost two years ago. He stands up, walking towards the kitchen.

“No.” I didn’t think it would be as easy as all that.

“Ruka…”

“No. I’m not giving up my life!” I catch his wrists and slam his back against the wall pinning his arms above his head.

“You will be giving up your life, permanently if you don’t take what I’m saying seriously. These people are crazy. Far worse than me. Even if you don’t help Sasuke you could still be in danger. Please, take the money. Go somewhere they won’t find you. Please leave with me.” His eyes fly wide at my last words. I didn’t even know I was going to say them. I want to go with him, want to live the life I should have had with him. A partner and a family, a simple life with no complications and no death.

“Leave…with…you?” He doesn’t spit out the words. They’re soft, almost like a faint wish. A wish to wash away our past and start again. Suddenly I’m speaking again, though I’m sure my brain has no idea what’s spilling from my mouth. I tell him I love him, that I never stopped loving him. I tell him about my plans to quit two years ago and how empty and meaningless my life has been without him. I beg him to leave with me and that all I’ve ever wanted was another chance, that I would gladly spend the rest of my life making it up to him if he could find it in his heart to trust me again.

I kiss away the tears that are flooding from his eyes before laying a salty kiss on his trembling lips, my hands releasing his wrists to cup his face. He half heartedly pushes me away but I hold firm. I whisper into his lips how much I’ve missed and need him and his resistance crumbles. We had been everything to each other and deep down he wants this as much as I do. He releases a small sob as I pull back and a weak watery smile before resting his head on my chest. I tangle my hands in his hair, petrified that at any moment he might push me away…but he doesn’t. He just rests in my arms and for a moment the world seems at peace. No one is after me, no people have died at my hands, I never broke his heart.

Two a.m. and I know I shouldn’t wake him but his naked body is on display across the light sheets on his bed, and I just can’t resist. I trail kisses down his back and back up again before he wakes and rolls over, his dark brown eyes begging me for more attention. I growl deep in my chest before attacking his lips, biting and licking roughly. He grabs a bottle of massage oil by the bed wasting no time he slathers a handful onto my already throbbing erection. I enter him quickly, thrusting to the hilt, earning a guttural cry of pain and pleasure from my lover. I rock my hips a few times before rolling our bodies so he’s riding me, my fingers digging into his hips as I lift him up and down on top of me. Watching my cock slide in and out of him is the most satiating sight I’ve seen in two long years. His groans of rapture blasting away the time we were apart, leaving only the bliss that existed when we were practically inseparable. Needing more control I roll our bodies again and begin jack-hammering him with all my strength. He claws and my back, panting and arching his body into mine, climaxing a split second before I do, hissing my name in pleasure, the word rolling off his lips like poetry. I hold him until he’s sleeping deeply before creeping from the bed and dressing silently. I’m sorry Iruka, but I don’t want for any of us to have to spend our lives looking over our shoulders. Time to finish this if I truly want a chance at redemption.