Savin' Me

Sorry it’s not that long, but there is another Iruka/Bitch lemon. I’m off to a convention on the weekend so I’m not sure about getting it posted next week. We’ll see, hope you like, enjoy.

Savin’ Me continued…..

When Iruka eventually awoke he found his bed partner lying on his back looking up at the ceiling with his one open eye. Iruka propped himself up on his arm and looked down into his face. The eye turned to look at him, an eye empty of any emotion. It made him think of the times he had seen emotion on this man’s face at home. He’d seen this man’s anger at him when he’d been concerned for his former students, but he had been right in the end. His eye was the only place you could see emotion on his face, and his voice the only true indicator of how he felt. But his voice was gone. His memory was gone. This man was an enslaved whore with a six year old past. Sex was all he knew. Sex and pain.

Iruka didn’t want him to have any more pain. Iruka wanted to take him home where he belonged. But that meant getting him out of that whorehouse, and from what he had seen, that would not be easy and Hirose didn’t seem to want to lose his best source of revenue.

He reached a hand down and cupped a soft cheek with his hand. “You don’t belong here,” he said softly.

The eye closed and he felt him shiver again. It seemed any time there was a mention of his is being there, set off a fearful reaction. Again he had to remind himself that this was not Kakashi, this was whore called Bitch. “Please don’t be afraid, I don’t want to hurt you. It’s just that you should be free to choose what you want to do.”

The eye opened to look at him.

“Sex isn’t the only thing in this world. There is a wonderful world out there for you to enjoy, I’d like to show it to you.”

A hand reached up and took Iruka’s from his jaw and pulled it to touch the raised scar on the upper arm. Hirose’s brand of ownership.

“I know, but you want to be free, don’t you?”

He rolled over onto his side showing his back to Iruka. Iruka knew he had pushed too far for the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

The whore turned over suddenly and knocked him onto his back and leaned down to take his mouth. When he tried to touch his face again, the hands were knocked away. He was being devoured again, the whore taking charge if only to shut him up. He was right up against his side, one arm holding him up and the other slowly gliding down his right side, over chest, stomach, until they hand reached his lax groin, taking the limp cock into hand to stroke it back to life.

His moans were being smothered by the mouth which had yet to let go, their tongues slithering around each other, the sounds very much like those of someone eating. The hand around his cock was fisting it now as it rose to hardness, a thumb occasionally rubbing over the head, causing him to jerk his hips up and groan. He almost bit to tongue that seemed to be wanting to tickle his tonsils.

Then the mouth was gone and he watched as the other straddled him, throwing his leg over and rising up onto his knees on either side of Iruka’s legs, the hand not letting go of his cock. He watched as the silver haired man rose up and crawled forward a little so that his bottom was over Iruka’s groin, guiding the cock to his hole, before lowering himself down onto the erection. Iruka groaned more as his cock was consumed by the lowering body that did not stop until he was sitting on Iruka’s thighs. He moved his hands to slide up and down Iruka’s body as he sat there unmoving, they stopped at Iruka’s nipples each hand rubbing, tweaking and pinching them. And he smiled.

Iruka jerked his hips then and saw the face changed into a look of pleasure. That one buck must have hit the whore’s pleasure spot. A few seconds later the smile returned and the body lifted off of him until he was almost all the way out before slamming down and that look of pleasure returned. Iruka groaned his own pleasure, and his hands glided over the bed until they made contact with the bent legs of his partner, and he slid his hands up and down the legs as he the whore began to slide up and down on him, riding him, tweaking his nipples sending those little bolts of pleasure coursing through him. He wanted to close his eyes but he was locked on the whore’s face, watching the silent pleasure that was written there. He found himself bucking up to meet the down thrust of the other, their bodies slapping together. He watched the silver mane bounce back and forth, but his eyes returned always to the face scrunched up as if in pain, but radiating the opposite. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was opening and closing though no real sounds were coming out but harsh breath sounds.

Iruka finally shifted his eyes down the lithe body to see the other’s cock bouncing with the rise and fall of the body it was attached to. He slid his left hand around the leg he was rubbing and curled his hand over the erection. He heard the sharp intake of breath his touch elicited as it pulled out of his hand with the rise of the other’s body, only to slide back into it again. He kept his hand there, letting it rub the cock on its own as he felt the other begin to bounce a little harder, picking up a little speed until he felt a splash on his palm and a clutching at his own cock, that had him grabbing at the other’s legs as he pushed up hard and let loose his own seed. He jerked a few times before coming to a stop with the whore collapsing over his chest. He felt himself slip from the others cum filled hole, before he rolled over off of him and lay panting on his back. Iruka just lay there doing the same, at some point he felt the mess on his stomach being cleaned up, before he once again succumbed to the sleepiness clawing at him.

When Iruka awoke he turned over to find himself alone. He sighed heavily; he had wanted to find the other there. It had been a disappointing encounter in that he had not learned how to help his friend. He had gone in knowing he was going to be with a whore and that was what had happened. He had had sex twice with the man, really good sex, but he had not learned all that much. The whore was a slave and believed he had no other future and he was afraid to think about any chance at freedom, which was all he had learned.

He got up and dressed before henging back to the Ninja he had come in as. He left the room to find it was quite early in the morning. A different set of bouncers let him through the door and he made his way back to where he retrieved his weapons and left through the corridor and out onto the street. He took off at Ninja speed out of the village, henged back to himself once he was sure he had not been followed, made his way back and snuck into the room he was staying.

Naruto turned over in his bed and looked at his former sensei. “You don’t look so happy,” he said lazily.

“I see what you mean about that place. It’s very depressing to see him as he is. There is nothing of Kakashi there except his body, and that body is being abused. His back, he’d been whipped to make a pattern on it. They took me downstairs, there is a room down there that is private, I detected no cameras, but the security! It is going to be very hard to get him out of there.”

“Did you…?”

“Have sex with him? He knows how to take control.”

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

“Gods yes,” answered Iruka blushing a little, “But I still couldn’t get it out of my mind who he really is.”

Naruto rolled over and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing his hair and eyes.

“Didn’t drink too much did you?”

“Nah. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep. And you’re right about not it not going to be easy to get him out. Did you notice anything on his left ankle?”

“No, I can’t say that I did.”

“There’s a thin strap there that houses a tracking device. Hirose has a security system that keeps track of him all the time. He knows where the Bitch is at all times.”

“Yeah, downstairs has a lot of security, more than we could handle. I have no idea how we are going to handle this. In the end we may have to include others.”

“Well I learned one other thing. Hirose bought Kakashi from a slave trader who is supposed to be still out there. Maybe if we could find out how he lost his memory we might be able to help him get it back.”

“That could take a lot of time. We still need to learn what we can from here as well.”

“He’s survived five years, Iruka. I don’t think they’ll let their biggest source of income come to too much harm. From what I learned, the whole village revolves around the brothel now. It’s the main source of income for most of the people here, or it feeds their businesses. What?”

Iruka smiled, “I forget how much older you are now.”

Naruto laughed, “I’m a man now Iruka. I think I’ve grown up quite a bit since my graffiti days.”

“Still I want to stay here.”

“Iruka, you can’t save him on your own.”

“I know that.”

“What are you going to do, go in there a few more times. We only have enough for one more trip downstairs, then what?”

“I have funds I could use.”

“Don’t send yourself broke.”

“Kakashi can pay me back when we get him back. The only thing he spends his money on is those books of his.”

“I’m going to go in search of the slave trader.”

Iruka nodded. “I’ll come out of town with you. I’ll come back in as a drifter looking for work. Be careful Naruto.”

“I could say the same for you,” Naruto patted his friend on the shoulder as he got to his feet, “We’ll get him out of there and we’ll get him home.”

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