Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Welcome to hell

Kakashi followed the teen into the spectacularly decorated room, his gaze locked on the long column of exposed skin on the young neck. Guilt and desire flooded his veins and even though he knew he’d be damned he longed to taste the delicate flesh. He gave his head a little shake, trying to dislodge the disturbing desires as the young man turned back to him and let the red silk slide off his body and pool as his ankles. Suddenly all Kakashi could hear was his pulse as an invisible force pulled him towards the immaculate little body. He tried to make his mind focus but as soon as his hands came in contact with the heat rolling off the dark skin his second head took over all thought processes. His hands stroked the silky skin and maneuvered them towards the bed, the boy’s skillful hand removing his jacket and tie along the way.

Dolphin grunted when he was pushed unceremoniously backwards onto the mattress but spread his legs giving his new client a good view. He’d never really enjoyed servicing a client but there was something about this man that he wanted to figure out. Most men who bought him now a days fucked him raw in the lobby instead of taking him to the intimate seclusion of a room. This man was not his usual breed of master. Most were usually old and decrepit with a sick fetish for being called daddy. This man, despite his mass of silver hair, seemed to be in his late twenties and looked sexy in the off white suit and navy silk shirt that were perfectly tailored to his lanky, muscular body. It was a little off putting that the man was even here when he probably could have any woman or man that he wanted but at least he hadn’t chose one of the kids. Now the man was standing in front of him looking like he didn’t know what to do. There was no way the man was a virgin so what was the problem?

Kakashi stared down at the child spread out in front of him like a cheap whore, looking up at him expectantly. Part of him wanted to tear his clothes off and fuck the teen into the next world but the rational part of his brain had kicked back in as soon as they had reached the bed. He couldn’t do this. He was supposed to just keep up appearance while in the public eye but here they were away from prying eyes and he still wanted to ravage the dark beauty. His eye flicked around the room and fell on the radio beside the bed. He had to do something or whoever was listening would get suspicious. So nervous and full of self loathing, he slowly crawled onto the bed holding his weight on his arms. Those delicate hand slid down his chest and untucked his shirt from the waist of his Armani pants, sliding down his hips before pausing. Kakashi felt like he couldn’t breathe as one of those delicate hands slid into his pockets and pulled out the recorder he had completely forgotten he’d stashed there.

The dark brows furrowed in confusion and Kakashi panicked. This kid was probably brainwashed into telling the owners everything. Yes, this was definitely the right choice. Now he was going to end up at the garbage dump, rolled up in a five thousand dollar area rug. But then yet another shock when the teen flashed a brilliant smile and began moaning and writhing on the bed like he was in the throws of more pleasure than he’d ever had. The teen grinned widely while screaming for more and pointing to the radio, motioning for Kakashi to join in.

Kakashi couldn’t help but feel ridiculous hovering over the teen, grunting and moaning like they were in the throws of wild, uninhibited sex. It didn’t help that the little shit was pretending to check a nonexistent watch, twirling his chocolate hair around a finger and pretty much doing everything possible to make him laugh. After ten minutes the ‘fuck me harders’ and the ‘oh fuck you’re so tights’ were starting to get half hearted so the little cinnamon minx reached up and roughly grabbed one of Kakashi’s nipple through the thin material of the silk shirt making Kakashi growl in pain and capture both slim wrists and pin them too the mattress.

Silence permeated the room for several seconds as the innocent brown eyes gazed up at the older man until they slid half closed. Kakashi felt his body heat up as the lust filled eyes traveled over his masked face. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching down between the boy’s legs and grasping that impressive member again. The beautiful face contorted in pleasure and he gasped, arching into Kakashi’s grip. Real moans tore from the boy’s throat and Kakashi had to admit that it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

The brunette gasped and mewled in delight. The client was actually touching him. Never before had he been so excited about a simple hand job but some how this was different. This man wanted him, even though he morally knew and felt that it was wrong. Something about it made him feel like an adult as opposed to the child that every other client wanted him to be. Emboldened, he reached down and began massaging the bulge in the expensive tan crotch.

Kakashi jerked back as the thin fingers began to massage him through his pants. The brunette gave a pained whine and grabbed at the PI’s untucked shirt, frantically trying to pull him back on top. He tried to protest but a whisper from the teen made him pause.

“The mic.” Kakashi didn’t want to continue but on the other hand he was still performing…at least that’s what he told himself. Reluctantly he grasped the teen’s aching member again and didn’t object when the dark, nimble fingers began to unbutton his pants. He couldn’t help but moan when the slim hand wrapped around him with just the right amount of pressure. It was only minutes before they were both sweating and panting, their bodies wracked with pleasure. Kakashi watched the expressive face intently as the lithe body arched and quivered with delight. Suddenly a guttural cry echoed off the walls of the room and Dolphin began to beg him to go faster. Cum erupted between their bodies and Kakashi felt his own balls tighten as he watched the defined body tremble with sensation. Even through his own orgasm the teen didn’t stop his perfect manipulation of Kakashi’s cock. As the brunette finished climaxing Kakashi began to rock his hips into the tan hand, his mind sliding into fantasies of thrusting into the hot body beneath him. He took one last look at the satiated face beneath him and his eyes closed as waves of pleasure race over every nerve in his body.

“Oh fucking god, yes! Just like that.” Kakashi blew his load over the tight stomach and collapsed on his back on the bed trying to push the undeniable fact that he was going to hell out of his mind. A white towel hit him in the face and he glanced up to see that Dolphin was no longer on the bed beside him but standing on the far side of the bed and wiping off the tan abs.

“Do you want to have a shower?” the young man asked while pointing to the radio. Kakashi nodded and pushed himself up on his arms.

“Yeah, can you put some music on? Jazz preferably.” Soon smooth music was floating through the room and the brunette was beckoning him toward the bathroom.

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Orochimaru threw the headphones onto the control panel in frustration. All he could hear now was the music in the suite. Iruka must have told the client about the microphone. He’d have to be punished for that later. His blood boiled as he thought about someone else with his dolphin. Iruka was his, had always been his. No matter how many other people paid to fuck him, dolphin’s mind and body would always belong to him.

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Kakashi slid the bathroom door closed and was surprise when he turned around to find himself with an arm full of naked teenager. Unsure of what to do he held his hands up awkwardly before giving the young man a half hearted pat on the back. The brown eyes turned up to him and Kakashi was startled by the warmth and hope that lay there. Finally the teen released him and stepped back to turn on the shower.

‘He doesn’t really think that I’m going to shower with him, does he?’ Kakashi wondered as the brunette turned on the water. But when the teen turned around he wrapped a large towel around his waist and sat down on the edge of the tub, grinning like he knew a secret.

“You’re a cop, aren’t you?” Kakashi sat down on the toilet lid and leaned back, crossing his arms.

“What makes you say that?” The teen smirked a little broader and held up the recorder that Kakashi had completely forgotten about. Letting out a long groan the older man took back the device.

“Nice cover, Kakashi. It only took you half an hour to blow it.” The younger man looked down shyly before looking up at the man from under his lashes.

“Is that your name? Kakashi?” The older man nodded and figured he was either dead or maybe this kid could give him some of the information he needed.

“Yeah, my name’s Kakashi but I’m not a cop.” The light disappeared immediately from the warm brown eyes making the older man flinch. In a heart beat all the hope was gone from the lovely face. “I’m a private eye and I’m working with the police force.” Unsure of what else exactly to say about himself he finished up weakly, “I’m here to help you.”

The brunette’s eyes went wide and he pointed towards his naked chest. “Me?”

“No,” Kakashi retorted quickly without thinking. The brown eyes dulled again and Kakashi back pedaled as quickly as possible. “I mean yes. I mean, I’m here to help all of you if I can.” That made the brunette smile again. “So tell me about yourself, Dolphin, starting with your real name.”

The brunette grinned again making Kakashi wonder how a kid with such a fucked up past could smile so sincerely.

“What like, I’m Iruka I enjoy long walks on the beach and bubble baths?” Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle. The kid had a decent sense of humor.

“I guess that’s a start. Iruka, dolphin, very original. Do you have a last name to go with Iruka? How long have you been here?

“It’s Umino Iruka and I’ve been servicing clients for eleven years.” The man gaped in shock and almost threw up at the thought. The kid had been a toddler when he’d first started getting molested.

“How old are you?”

Iruka arched an eyebrow and smirked. “I don’t suppose you’d buy twenty, would you?” Kakashi shook his head making Iruka sigh. “I’m seventeen.” Kakashi eyed Iruka with disdain and exhaled in frustration.

“You’re not helping yourself by lying. I need to know as much as I can about you so when the police move in we can contact your family and…”

“I don’t have a family. My parents died eleven and a half years ago. My name is Umino Iruka and I’m seventeen years old. I’m allergic to nuts and believe it or not latex. Master Orochimaru is my legal guardian and if I ever get out of here alive I’ve got no one and nothing to go to.” His words cut through Kakashi to the core, making him feel like a piece of shit for making the teen think he distrusted him.

“Seventeen, huh? Well maybe I’ll just have to spend a few centuries in purgatory instead of going directly to hell.” Kakashi joked, trying to get the teen to lighten up again. But Iruka shook his head to the negative.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen.” A silver brown arched in question at the words.

“Why do you say that?” Kakashi cringed as the brown eyes turned to him and he finally saw how little innocence there was left in the poor teen’s soul.

“Because there is no god, no heaven and no angels. There’s only hell. Welcome to it.”

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