Never Say Never

Author: screamguy

Story: Never Say Never

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters affiliated with the show, but I can take them out to play for awhile heh heh heh..... ^_^ MINE ALL MINE!!! *cuddles Zabuza*

Notes: HEY!!!! THERE'S YAOI IN THIS ONE!!! AND.... DA DA DA DUMMMM...... A tasty lemon :D. Also I do not own the NIN lyrics “Right where it belongs” . . . .

Enjoy. Angsty goodness, as always.

Feedback: Oh Gods yes. Flames, whatever. It’s all constructive.

********************Chapter Three: Delirious Ecstasy*****************


“Hey gajinn!! How about another shot over here?” Hatake yelled over the raucous laughter of drunken men with a raised hand to the foreign bartender, whose only response was a sulky gaze. If looks could kill, Hatake would have fallen over dead, much to the delight of the large whale – like bar keep.

An annoying Japanese pop song was playing in the background, Kakashi idly toying with the idea of ripping off his ears.

Growling at Kakashi, the barkeep finally shuffled over to him, malt liquor in his large meaty fist as he openly snarled & refilled Kakashi’s glass.

Kakashi winced at the cloud of foul breath that washed over him, muttering, “Jeez,” his face turning green as he coughed, “That’s ….*cough*….more…*ugh* like it…” gasping for breath as the horrid smelling man trudged away to fill some other poor sap’s drink. Luckily for them, most of the bar’s patrons were too drunk to care that the ‘Sea of Blubber That Lived’ behind the bar had his own personalized odor, Kakashi speculating that he was on his way there to being under the curse of the drunken, hopefully soon.

Savoring the fiery liquid that warmed his throat Kakashi swirled the alcohol in his glass placidly, gazing into it’s torrent depths of gold and the fireplace beyond it. His ears cocked, Hatake slowly raised an eyebrow evilly, a huge malicious grin spreading on his face as two certain familiar voices wafted out of nowhere.


“This is too tight G! The place is bangin!”


“Straight up dog I could LIVE in the mutha fuckin crib!”


Kakashi rolled his eyes. That was one of the less ‘endearing’ characteristics about the young ninjas.


THEIR PATHETIC OBSESSION WITH G TALK!!!!


“Oh but what is this? Two birds one stone!” Kakashi said aloud to himself in glee as he rubbed his hands together.


“Well. Konbanwa Shonen,” Kakashi chuckled gleefully as he glided over to Naruto and Sasuke who were sitting in a booth by the window, over looking the sea. They both sat hunched over their drinks as if they were worried someone might notice that they weren’t of age, gulping down their drinks of red rum and tequila hurriedly. Their cheeks
were ruddy from the drink, and they were chortling over some imbecilic thing Naruto had mentioned about ‘Sakura and Kakashi’.

WHAT?! Kakashi stomped over behind them, seething inwardly with rage. Now they were allowed to crack a few jokes about the sensei behind his back, sure. But him & Sakura?! That was taking it wayyyyyy too far.


“What the hell are you doing? A shinobi never desecrates his body with impure substances!” Hatake’s voice drawling over every word that he spat out in ironic hypocrisy. “You’re both a disgrace!!” Kakashi snapped with a smile of fangs.


“AHHHHHHH!!” Naruto screamed in horror, his eyes becoming as wide as dinner plates as he waved his arms about erratically in surprise yelling, “SINCE WHEN WAS HE BEHIND ME?!”


Sasuke smirked; Naruto was clueless, as always. Well, this would prove to be interesting.


Clicking his tongue in annoyance Kakashi gave Naruto a good ‘thwap’ on the back of the head. “Get a hold of yourself,” he said, his voice dripping with obvious disgust.


Naruto appeared chagrined as his face twisted; wincing at Kakashi’s searing words as he tried to guiltily look as innocent as possible.


“But we were having fun!” he whined, indignant as always; his blue eyes sparking rebelliously. Sasuke glowered, sipping his drink calmly in the dark corner.


“But, NOTHING!” Hatake insisted, placing a hand on his hip.

“Well by all means drink up you alchys! Fine by me if you don’t want to be shinobis and would rather spend the rest of your life a repulsive ingrate hurking on the floor like him,” Kakashi divulged, jerking his thumb towards a revoltingly overweight thing that, given a shower and some clean garmets; not to mention a years worth of dental work, might have passed off as a man. His teeth were rotted yellow and brown, and he crouched on all fours hunched over as he presently spewed the contents of his stomach all over the floor boards.

Laughing silently with his eyes Kakashi smiled, looking expectedly from Naruto to Sasuke.

Naruto growled, “Why do we have to? HE’S the one who gave the drinks to us!” He pointed an accusing finger at a figure at the opposite end of the room, cloaked in shadow.

Kakashi didn’t like the ominous chill that swept down his spine, how his hairs prickled on the back as his eyes swept over the disturbingly…odd shadow. For some reason he felt a distinct familiarity radiating off the figure in waves. Frowning, he ignored the odd feeling and turned to Naruto.

“I’m surprised at you Naruto,” Kakashi began, Naruto puffing out his chest expecting praise from Hatake’s kind tone.

“I thought even you couldn’t be so stupid!!” the shinobi said scathingly, gazing down upon Naruto as if he had just crawled out of the primordial soup.

“You never take things from a stranger you do not know!! Especially, when they could be your foes and put poison in their little ‘gifts’!” Kakashi’s words were like angry thunder & Naruto couldn’t help but shrink away in fear from him. Sasuke rolled his eyes boredly, running a fork over the tablecloth. “What are you, our mother?” he hissed.

With a sigh Kakashi vowed never to have kids – wretched things.

Whining Naruto cried out indignantly, “We’re not babies!”

“Then maybe you should start acting like it!” Kakashi prompted, hauling Naruto and Sasuke out of the bar by the ears most painfully.

“OW! OW! OW! NOOOO! DON’T DO THAT!!” Naruto cried out as Kakashi continued to drag Sasuke and him by their ears. Belligerent, Hatake shivered in anger. If Naruto didn’t knock this off it was going to be the final straw.

“Deal with it,” Hatake muttered grumpily as he continued to drag them away, much to the disbelief of the villagers, the chunin’s screams dying down in the distance.

The dark figure observed Hatake from the shadows, glowering with anger. His plan had been mediocre, true, but it would have played out most efficiently if fate had not played against him. Were it not for that meddling Kakashi . . . . Frowning he gripped his kunai tightly in his fist, until the blood welled up and flowed over, one drop falling only to shatter against the cold ground beneath him.

No matter, next time he would not falter, next time he would have the revenge his heart screamed for inside his dark soul. With a whisper of robes he disappeared just as quickly as he had came.

Next time . . . .

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Kakashi sighed softly, a breath of sepulchral air escaping from his lips as he gazed at his dismal reflection in the water below him with a sympathetic smile. His reflection smiled back.

The moonlight played off his features, and he rested in contemplation a dark, porcelain figure of torpid emotions, none would have guessed at his blank visage the restless things he so eloquently hid beneath the façade.

Shaking his head in defeat he sat adeptly balanced on the slim cherry blossom tree, his face twisted in obvious conflict as his contrary thoughts collided together like water and flame, battling in his mind against one another over and over again.

How long could he go on like this? How long before he gave in to the insanity, to the insatiable madness of love; of wanting to love and be loved in return. How long could he go on with this deceitful lie he existed in?

It was futile to deny what he felt, futile to deny the truth that stood before his own two eyes inside his soul.

He could not contain these emotions any longer! He could not go on living like this, half alive, half dead; he could no longer be sustained by memories alone! Cringing he held his face in defeat, sobbing uncontrollably. He felt so pathetic, so broken. What was he without him? He knew the answer in his heart and he did not evade the blistering truth this time. He knew he was nothing, nothing without the loving arms of darkness that was Zabuza, nothing without his blue eyes, his harsh voice, and his grating words.

Tears flowed freely down Hatake’s porcelain cheeks as his mind reeled and threatened to tear itself apart.

But he . . . he DESPISED him, Zabuza…. had nothing but hatred in his heart for Kakashi. The irony of the situation was not wasted upon Kakashi as he wondered to himself, how had all things come to this? He had fallen so far for someone who regarded his existence as obnoxious at best. He would willingly offer his very soul to him, his shaking heart; trembling in his own two hands, would it be all that would be required to sate the flames. Yet he knew this was torment, these thoughts, these false hopes that rained upon him like piercing kunais, tearing into his soul with the wounding reality of things.

He could not deal with this torment anymore; he could not deal with this wearisome thing called life.

Still sobbing he brought out the object of his salvation, a simple kunai.

He would end this now; he would sever all ties he had to this earth and join Obito in the warm, welcoming sleep of death. He felt a shiver of apprehension at his cowardice, once he went down this path there was no turning back, quite literally.

But what choice did he have? What choice did anyone have? To continue on with a bleak existence, to go through the machinations of life, getting up in the morning, going about his daily tasks and still not really be alive, to not really own himself, what kind of wretched existence was that to wake up to?

He brought the kunai to his soft, exposed wrist. ‘What did it feel like?’ he wondered. To die? Would it hurt at all? He closed his eyes gently, savoring the feel of the cold hard edge of the knife against his skin.

He had always thought of death as something to be feared, and yet now, he regarded it as the most favorable ends to his means of miserable melancholy.

Gritting his teeth as he raised the knife to his wrist he thought darkly, ‘Obito, I’ll be with you soon.’

Just as he was about to cast aside his life Hatake froze, caught in the act like a deer in the headlights as a dark figure stepped out of the shadows across the river bank, chuckling with mirth as he gazed at Hatake in amusement.

His blue eyes blazed with malicious glee as he glided over the water, a smug expression rested upon his sardonic face.

“Well well well, how the mighty have fallen,” Zabuza chuckled, walking closer to Kakashi until he stood beneath the branch that Hatake was sitting upon.

His eyes wide with shock, the kunai fell from Hatake’s open palm to the ground.

“How long have you been there?!” Kakashi accused self consciously as he stared at Zabuza in horror.

“Long enough,” he replied coolly, gazing deep into Hatake’s eyes in such a way, that sent a shiver down Kakashi’s spine.

“You . . . I…..” Hatake stuttered, at a loss for words.

Zabuza regarded him calmly, a snicker escaping from his lips as he looked upon Hatake with blazing eyes. “Tell me Hatake, why is it that you are so eager to depart from this world?” He appeared to be reveling in Hatake’s pain, a flicker of obvious enjoyment washing over his face as he regarded the crestfallen shinobi with a wolfish sneer.

“That’s . . . none of your business!” Kakashi said with a shudder of guilt washing over him, if Zabuza ever knew . . . . He shuddered to think of the consequences.

Zabuza’s lip twitched as he painfully attempted to mask the growing amusement that was forever etched onto his sadistic visage, his jagged brown hair whispering softly with the movement of the wind. He could contain himself no longer. First a snicker, then a giggle, as his clever, malicious eyes crinkled up in unrestrained cruel, bubbling laughter.

“Oh Kakashi you are quite a character!” Zabuza chortled gleefully as his smoldering eyes devoured Kakashi whole.

“You can fight me, you …defeated me,” Zabuza snarled, his eyes seething with venom as he clenched his palm into a fist, “And yet you cannot tell me one little detail that won’t mean anything to you in a matter of seconds,” pausing as he added dryly with narrowed, cynical eyes, “Unless you’ve lost your resolve.”

Kakashi stared at Zabuza plainly, the venom of his words seeping into the cracks of Hatake’s heart as he fought to contain the misery that curdled within him. Zabuza was the epitome of cruelty; like a predator that would toy with his catch for a little while, before rushing in to rip out his victim’s jugular.

Hatake was determined to abstain from revealing his true feeling on the matter in that he would not allow Zabuza that one little pleasure of seeing him broken. He would not….Smiling and falling back into his old routine Kakashi said simply as he leaned forward, still grinning stupidly,
“I was going to but your filthy presence ruined the moment.”

Zabuza’s eyes widened in shock as he choked upon his own words, “WHAT?!”

Growling Zabuza glared at Hatake, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he burst out laughing, which was very unlike him to laugh at all.

“You haven’t changed a bit I see, you’re still every bit of the aloof jackass that you were before,” Zabuza chortled in amusement.

Laughing, Zabuza strode closer, ever so closer, leaping to rest upon the same branch as Hatake himself. Hatake felt a warm blush creeping onto his cheeks; he was so close….. He felt the deepest desire to touch him and yet he knew even then in his disturbed state that the consequences would be dire. Worth it, but dire.

“Zabuza . . . I do not want to fight you. So if you came here with intentions of revenge, I’m afraid you will disappointed,” Kakashi divulged simply, gazing deep into Zabuza’s eyes.

Zabuza smirked indifferently, a haze of laughter covering his emotions. “Hatake, your methods of deceit are quite pathetic. Why do you think I would believe such a lie?”

“But it is not!!” Hatake said forcefully as he thought aloud; Zabuza staring at him with an unmistakable tinge of confusion at Kakashi’s sudden outburst.

Regarding him coolly once again, Zabuza said evenly with a smirk, “Why would you say that, little shinobi?” as he wiped a stray tear from Kakashi’s cheek with the help of his kunai. He looked upon Hatake with an air of inquisition, he wondered, why the famous copy ninja was not destroying him even as he spoke.

‘Interesting . . .’ Zabuza thought to himself, ‘If he refuses to attack me . . .’

“Because I . . .” Kakashi was at a loss for words as he stared upon the ivory god, he had imagined this meeting many times over in his mind, yet it had not quite turned out the way he had imagined it at all….

Zabuza was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Kakashi could not quite seem to displace himself from the transfixing pull of Zabuza’s pallid skin that was begging to be touched, nor his dark deep eyes, which reminded Kakashi of black hollow corridors stretched too thinly.

“I . . .” Hatake murmured softly, but was soon interrupted by Zabuza.

“Silence,” Zabuza growled warningly, tracing the shape of the copy ninja’s lips with a precise fingertip. He moved closer to Hatake, crushing his thin lips brazenly against Hatake’s own.

“Zabuza….” Kakashi cried out, pressing against his covered lips feverishly with his own in wanton abandon.

Sighing he wrapped his arms wearily around Zabuza as his nimble fingertips traced lazily down his back. This couldn’t be happening….Could this be real? Kakashi was not certain if this were a dream or reality but which ever it were he did not stop to question it in the fear that perhaps Zabuza would disappear forever from his grasp.

Zabuza smiled darkly as he pulled Hatake closer to him, running his hands over his chest and further down, Zabuza’s hands were like fluttering snakes; everywhere at once.

Kakashi gasped in surprise as he felt a hard throbbing bulge press harshly against his own, Zabuza groaning with need as he roughly grasped Kakashi by his silver hair and yanked him closer, ripping off his mask in one single motion and shoving his tongue into his mouth.

Moaning softly in pleasure Hatake’s breath came out in ragged gasps as he felt his shaft begin to harden, Zabuza growling hungrily as his persistent mouth dominated Hatake’s own.
“Zabuza . . . Oh . . . . Yes. .. . Please…..” Hatake gasped in shuddering breaths as he gave in to his desires, his need. Never in a million nights of anguish had Kakashi ever imagined that Zabuza needed him the same way, never had he imagined that this night would have came and yet, a strange , nagging feeling lay at the back of Hatake’s mind.

Kakashi ignored his better shinobi intuition, shrugging it off hurriedly.

Why question it? He felt light and giddy, as if he were going to float away any moment now from his happiness.

Zabuza growled as he ran his tongue down Kakashi’s smooth neck, leaving a trail of jagged love bites in his wake. “You taste delicious . . .” Zabuza murmured in a low growl, teasing Kakashi’s earlobes with his virile tongue.

“Oh Zabuza . .. I . . I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long,” Hatake cried as Zabuza’s gifted hands reached into his pants grasping Hatake’s hot throbbing cock.

“I’ll bet you have,” Zabuza growled, a mirthful smile spreading to the corners of his lips as his eyes diminished to blistering slits of wretched glee.

Crying out in pleasure as Zabuza began to stroke him gently at first, then harder; Kakashi gasped in surprise as his eyes were hypnotically locked onto Zabuza’s own. Those dark lipid pools of desire, they burned with such an intensity Hatake had never known could be possible. The way Zabuza stared into him was as if he were regarding something low and yet of interest, mentally dissecting Hatake from the inside out.


Hatake shuddered from the mental intrusion, not wanting to recognize what he saw in those wild vicious eyes that told far too much of what would happen next.

Hatake didn’t want to know, he wanted to remain blissfully ignorant drifting on a sea of buoyant rapture that held him up so high he knew that this was what they called delirious ecstasy.

Moaning Hatake arched his back as Zabuza kissed him softly, curling his fingers through Kakashi’s hair, Zabuza lifting him easily up as if he weighed no more than a feather; and leaping down to the grass below with the demur Hatake in his arms.

“Zabuza . . please …..,” Hatake murmured, a soft glow of unmistakable love in his eyes, “I am yours.” Smiling Zabuza grinned devilishly as he pulled out his hard bulging cock, shoving it into Kakashi’s face and running the head of it already wet against Kakashi’s quivering lips. Kakashi licked the head of his cock cautiously, running his tongue over the silky shaft, his courage growing as Zabuza tore his claw like fingers through Kakashi’s snowy white tresses. A low rumble of anticipation in Zabuza’s throat was all the encouragement Hatake needed. Gazing at the throbbing pink member before him Kakashi felt a shiver of apprehension run down his spine.

He had never tasted another man’s seed and the thought of it frightened him, but also piqued his curiosity. Inhaling nervously Kakashi gently placed his lips around the head of Zabuza’s manhood and drew it cautiously into his warm inviting mouth, almost choking on Zabuza’s length as Zabuza thrusted eagerly into him.

Snarling Zabuza gripped Hatake’s hair painfully as he thrust into his mouth with no restraint or regard for Kakashi’s feelings, Kakashi groaning with desire as he eagerly sucked upon Zabuza, running his lips over and down his rock hard shaft as Zabuza snarled with pleasure and thrusted wantonly into Kakashi’s anxious mouth.

Zabuza purred darkly as his eyes clenched shut in obvious gratification, doubling over Kakashi’s small frame and clutching Hatake’s back tightly as he rocked forward into Hatake’s mouth snarling heatedly, his low guttural cries of intense pleasure ringing out into the crisp night air as the bamboo shoots around the riverbank rustled briefly as though they had been violated in some way by this passionate yet twisted display.

With a soft ‘pop’ Zabuza pulled out unexpectedly from Kakashi’s lamprey-like grip, hooking into Kakashi’s wrists with his nails and slamming him forcefully down on the grass. Hatake gasped as all the air was forced out of his lungs and he involuntarily trembled beneath the shadow that held his arms pinned down with ease.

A shark – like grin dripping with jubilance sprung instantly to the corners of Zabuza’s mouth as his cold eyes glittered dangerously, the moonlight reflected in their frosty depths and Kakashi couldn’t help but marvel at how closely Zabuza reminded him of a cunning serpent. Zabuza was breathing raggedly now as he leaned over the trembling Kakashi and there was a triumphant, hungry gleam in his eye. He had Hatake right where he wanted him, it would have been apparent to any fool.

“Now . . . Hatake,” Zabuza said silkily, “How much do you want this?” as he ran his virile tongue down Kakashi’s tender neck.

Crying out in pain as Zabuza tore into his neck with razor sharp fangs Kakashi choked, “More than anything,” as his member throbbed with need; pre-cum trickling out from the head of his shaft like sweet, milky nectar.

Zabuza smirked as he felt the tremor in Kakashi’s body beneath him, running his thumb over the silky head of Kakashi’s manhood, Hatake groaning as he felt Zabuza’s hot tongue run gingerly over the sensitive tip.

See the animal in his cage that you built

Are you sure what side you're on?

Better not look him too closely in the eye

Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?

See the safety of the life you have built

Everything where it belongs

Feel the hollowness inside of your heart

And it's all

Right where it belongs


What if everything around you

Isn't quite as it seems?

What if all the world you think you know

Is an elaborate dream?

And if you look at your reflection

Is it all you want it to be?

What if you could look right through the cracks?

Would you find yourself

Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head

Just creations of your own?

Your devils and your gods

All the living and the dead

And you're really all alone?

You can live in this illusion

You can choose to believe

You keep looking but you can't find the woods

While you're hiding in the trees

What if everything around you

Isn't quite as it seems?

What if all the world you used to know

Is an elaborate dream?

And if you look at your reflection

Is it all you want it to be?

What if you could look right through the cracks

Would you find yourself

Find yourself afraid to see?

“Ye- yes! Oh! Ohhhhhh . . . .” Kakashi crooned with pleasure, his eyes clenched tight as he moved rhythmically into Zabuza’s mouth, Zabuza promptly pulling away with a distinct air of distaste, as if servicing Kakashi were something that was beneath him.

Kakashi gazed upon Zabuza inquisitively, a hurt look sparking in his soft eyes that seemed to cry out ‘ I did it for you ’.

Zabuza chuckled.

“Don’t you worry my little precious; I can get you there in other ways.”

A harsh ripping sound split through the air.

Kakashi felt something wet pushing gently against him, and realized with a start exactly what Zabuza meant.

His insides shuddered and quailed, inwardly flinching at being touched this way.

“Please…. Please be gentle…”

“Oh but of course Hatake,” Zabuza sneered, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With a groan Zabuza pressed into Hatake, Kakashi screaming out as he felt Zabuza fill him completely. He had never been taken like this, he had never experienced what it felt like to be owned completely, yet in his heart he knew Zabuza had already taken him over and over . . .

Every time Zabuza had looked into him; through him, with those merciless killer’s eyes, he had been taken.

Hatake couldn’t lie to himself, yes at first it felt like hell.

But then as Zabuza thrusted into him, (hard,) his hand gripping Hatake’s erection, running over it, up and down….. Hatake found himself beginning to enjoy it immensely.

Zabuza groaned as he continued to thrust into Hatake; turning him about swiftly in such a way that Hatake was confounded, how had he come to be on his hands and knees?

His face was pressed into the ground now; and he found himself crying out in passion as Zabuza dug his fingers into the sides of Hatake’s slim hips, physically pulling Hatake onto his dick as he simultaneously thrusted deep into him.

“You . . . like that . . Don’t you?” Zabuza gasped as he fucked Hatake vigorously, ramming into him with more persistence as he bit down onto his neck.

“Oh yes….I love-” Kakashi breathed raggedly, biting his lip so severely a thin trickle of blood came coursing down.

“Say it,” Zabuza growled as he shoved into him roughly, “Say it NOW.”

“I . . . love you!” Hatake moaned as he felt Zabuza’s hand running over his erection in just the right way, the pleasure building up more and more until it was so intense it was almost at that crucial peak and then…..

Screaming as he came Kakashi dug his fingers into the raw earth…. He felt Zabuza stiffening, then he too was coming and he tore into Hatake’s neck roughly with his jagged teeth as he did.

Hatake was too shocked for words…. He had just made love… to the ivory god.
Zabuza pulled out of him promptly, getting up and rearranging his clothing meticulously.

Hatake had never seen a man dress so quickly in his life.

“Zabuza . . . I thought . . . .”

“You thought what exactly? I made no promises to you of any sort.”

“Oh . . . I see . .”

Hatake dropped his eyes… silent. He had known this to be true in his heart all along and yet he knew as well that he had not wanted to face the blinding reality. This was what came from being trusting, this is what came from being naïve.

He was left here all alone now with nothing…..

Sobbing Hatake fell forward onto the ground as Zabuza walked away, his form swallowed up by the darkness.

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It is done!! Finally! Just so you all know I’ve been suffering from a severe case of writer’s block so be thankful damn you!