The Trick Is Not Minding

A/N Pangasius - yes, this is in response to your request so hold on, I'll get there! To everyone who has reviewed, thank you. This is my first fic so it is much appreciated.

Chapter Three

Kakashi awoke two days later to a world of hurt, waves of pain racing through his frame as he ripped the now clotted flesh of his back from the ruined sheets. Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself to stand, clutching the night table for support as the pain in his abdomen forced him to hunch over. He felt for his lover’s chakra, but the apartment was empty except for himself, so he tentatively made his way into the bathroom. He looked at the tub with longing, but admitted to himself that once in he might not be able to get back out, so he settled for crouching in the shower, gingerly scrubbing his aching body and watching the trickles of red lazily swirl down the drain. Once done he gently patted himself dry and awkwardly wrapped his torso in bandages, then slipped into a soft pair of sweat pants and an old, worn t-shirt.

Now clean and suitably attired, he headed for the kitchen, stomach growling its approval. On the counter rested a plate of onigiri and a note.

On a mission. See you when I get back.
-A

Not for the first time, Kakashi idly wondered if perhaps this time luck would favor him and Aoshi wouldn’t return from his mission. Nah, I’ll never be that lucky, he sighed to himself, before deciding to take advantage of his lover’s absence and get some more sleep.

When he woke again the sun was much lower in the sky. Hmm, late afternoon, he mused, guess I should finally hand in my mission report from the other day. That decided he stood and stretched, happy to find he was much looser than he had been earlier. He quickly dressed in his uniform and finished his now overdue report. Assessing the pain in his lower regions he decided that walking was not an option and flashed through the signs to transport himself into the mission room.

He realized how late it actually was when he appeared in the near empty mission room, the only other occupant the last man Kakashi wanted to see right now (aside from his erstwhile lover, that is) Umino Iruka, of the knowing looks, gentle smiles and sad eyes. The same man who had inadvertently landed him in the painful state he was now with his helpfulness and his touching. Snarling internally, the copy-nin wrapped his emotionless mask even tighter around himself and strode purposefully to the desk.

“I know this is late, but I got lost on the road of life.” he quipped, even as his mind added boy, did you get that right. “Don’t worry yourself about it,” the chuunin replied “are you feeling better, you had me worried the other night.” Concern showing on his face as he carefully studied the man on the other side of the desk. “Sensei, please do not concern yourself with me, I assure you I am quite capable of taking care of myself and most certainly do not need your help.” This was droned out in the laziest, most coldly distant tone Kakashi could muster. “My apologies Hatake-sama, I meant no disrespect, I was merely concerned for your well being.” Iruka whispered as he kept his eyes glued to the desk in front of him, afraid of lifting them and seeing disgust in the jounin’s single expressive eye. “Well don’t be.” Kakashi bit out, before disappearing in a swirl of smoke. Inside Kakashi was panicking. Why can’t he just leave me alone? What if his lover was already back and found out he’d been alone with Iruka. He didn’t even want to contemplate the next level of punishment . . .thank God there hadn’t been any touching this time.

The village’s strongest, the mighty sharingan Kakashi, master of a thousand jutsu and most likely candidate as next Hokage, idly wondered how things had gotten to this point. He knew he was stronger than Aoshi, why could he never summon the will to fight back, to free himself from this abuse. Because you’re not really strong at all, his mind supplied, it’s just one more lie - in the end you’re nothing more than lies and shadows. And, as much as he wanted to, Kakashi knew he couldn’t disagree with the cutting assessment.

Kuroshin Aoshi idly contemplated the boy sprawled across his lap. He’d almost forgotten how much fun supple, young, unscarred flesh could be. As much as he’d enjoyed his pet over the years, perhaps it was time to retire him for a newer, more responsive toy. After all, it was harder and harder to pull the sounds he wanted from the copy-nin. Aoshi smirked as his mind explored the wonderful scenarios he could anticipate over the next few months - Kakashi’s grand send-off and the joy of training a new pet. Yes, he thought, this is long overdue.

Decision made, he roughly lifted the spent form in his lap, ramming hard into his tender swollen entrance. Immediately the slender form struggled to escape, but Aoshi held his hips in an iron grip, a true smile breaking out on his face for the first time at the sound of the raw screams erupting from his new toy’s throat and the feel of that hot, tight, abused passage flexing against his cock as the young man struggled to free himself from the painful intrusion. Again and again he slammed into his unwilling partner, so lost in the sensation he never noticed as the struggle diminished and finally ceased. Only after he’d found his release did he notice that he had literally fucked the young man to death.

This is why I’ve kept the slut as long as I have, he thought, no one can take as much as Kakashi. Still, it will be fun to look for one who can. Determined to carry through with his earlier decision to move on. Besides, his train of thought continued, I can think of so many wonderful things to do with him before we part. Lost in thoughts of the things he must try with the copy-nin, Aoshi idly cleaned up and slipped out of the inn, leaving the body for others to deal with. With a new sense of purpose he headed toward Konoha, eager to put his plans into motion.

It was late. That much Iruka knew, but he wasn’t sure exactly how late. He had fallen sleep at his desk in the academy grading and had woken after dark, hungry and disoriented. As he headed toward home he decided to just stop and eat. Not feeling picky he headed for the nearest barbeque stand, eager to fill his stomach and get home to sleep.

Aoshi glided through the dark streets of Konoha, eager to reach the copy-nin’s apartment and begin their final dance. Movement caught his eye and he turned to watch the slender man approaching down the darkened street. Recognizing him as the chuunin who had dared to touch his property Aoshi silently materialized beside him. He smiled as the teacher turned towards him, appreciating the man’s beauty, particularly captivated by the horizontal scar across his nose.

“Pardon me sensei,” Iruka was startled from his thoughts by a soft voice, turning quickly to face a jounin he had never seen before. Tall, with broad shoulders and long black hair, all in all a formidable specimen. “I was wondering if you’d know where I could find Kakashi-kun, I saw the two of you eating together the other day.” Iruka jerked in surprise, “Hatake-sama . .. No, he’d never eat with me, you must be mistaken.” “But sensei, I saw you two the other day, coming out of Ichiraku.” The jounin replied, hands all over what’s mine, he added in his head. “Oh, no,” Iruka replied, “we weren’t together, we just happened to be picking up take out at the same time.” “Well, you certainly seemed cozy,” the jounin continued “you were holding his arm and your faces were so close together.” Iruka blushed brightly at this, which only confirmed Aoshi’s deduction, despite the chuunin’s blushing protestations that the copy-nin really didn’t even like him.

Mouth set in a thin line, the jounin decided it was high time he bring his bitch to heel. Thoughts fixed on the copy-nin and his obvious willful disobedience, he disappeared in a swirl of smoke, leaving a confused Iruka to wonder who this man was who spoke of the great sharingan Kakashi so familiarly. Shrugging his shoulders he grabbed his dinner and headed home, knowing the morning, and with it hordes of screaming pre-genin, would be here all too soon.

On the other side of town, Kakashi jerked awake when a strong cold hand grasped the back of his neck and a soft vicious whisper in his ear proclaimed “I’m home, did you miss me pet? Have you been a good boy . . . or have you been naughty again?” He shuddered and tried to steel himself for whatever was to come.