The Trick Is Not Minding

A/N msuzumaki and ryu earth - just hold on . . . everything will come to pass. thanks for the reviews!!


Chapter Four

“I’ve missed you, and I’ve been good.” The copy-nin whispered, even though he knew it fell on deaf ears. After so many years he knew when Aoshi wasn’t listening to him. He bit back a whimper as a strong hand fisted in his hair and jerked his head back hard, then shivered as a wet tongue traced his ear before that voice began to wickedly whisper once again “Why are you still dressed pet?”

Kakashi scrambled to rid himself of the sweat pants he’d fallen asleep in, but the hand in his hair was unrelenting and it made the job much more difficult. As soon as he managed to work the waistband down past his ass he was halted again as talented lips and tongue delicately traced the kanji adorning the copy-nin’s lower back. “Remember when I gave you these love” the voice of his tormentor continued “you look so good in pain, so hot, just thinking about it gets me hard.” The taunting recitation continued, even as a shudder traced its way up Kakashi’s spine and he braced himself for what was to come.

The hand in his hair reversed its motion and the copy-nin found his face pressed to the mattress, even as a hand grasped his hip and Aoshi’s hard cock was rammed into his unprepared entrance to the base. He fought to relax against the pain, knowing if he tensed it would be worse. He gritted his teeth behind his mask as the man behind him started a brisk pace in and out of his burning hole. He knew he was in for a very long night when Aoshi abruptly pulled out and strode across the room. Rummaging in the night table drawer he pulled out a cock ring and snapped it around his dripping erection. “I want to make this last pet, to celebrate all the wonderful years we’ve had together.”

At that moment Kakashi first knew real fear.

His heart rate doubled when his lover drew on a surgical glove and poured oil over it. “I saw your little fuck buddy on the way home. I can see the temptation - please punish me sensei . . . maybe I should go fetch him so he can join us. Would you like that pet?” The great and powerful copy-nin was paralyzed, struck dumb at what Aoshi was implying. The sensei had done nothing to deserve this. Well, nothing but care about your well being, his mind supplied, and if I don’t figure this out he’s going to suffer for being the kindest man I know.

“Please Aoshi-sama,” the copy-nin begged, knowing that his pleas excited his lover more than anything, “please don’t make me share you. I can’t stand the thought of seeing you with someone else.” I hope that’s enough, Kakashi thought dryly, I can’t think of anything else to dissuade him.

Inflamed by the pleas flowing from the copy-nin Aoshi forced his mind back to his original plan. Without mercy, or haste, he slowly rammed his fist deep into the ass spread wide before him. Pausing for a moment to relish the cries of pain from the man below him he began a steady slow pace, thrusting his massive fist deep, only to pull it almost all the way out before thrusting deep once more. It’s ironic, Kakashi thought, all these years and he can still catch me off-guard. I hope there aren’t too many more surprises planned, I’m not sure I can take it.

The copy-nin gasped in surprise as the fist was abruptly removed, and held his breath as something smooth, large and very long took its place. This object was pushed and pulled until it ended up seated firmly against his prostate. Then it was switched on. Kakashi screamed as the strong vibrations pounded his sensitive nerves, making him shudder and twist in a parody of ecstacy.

Then Aoshi grabbed his head and Kakashi began to struggle. Not my face, not my face, the voice chanted in his head, all these years and he’s never cared what’s under my mask, why now? Is he really going to kill me this time? Then a kunai slashed the front of his mask and his mouth was filled with Aoshi’s throbbing erection. He tasted his own blood and gagged at the coppery bitterness. Then his whole body convulsed as his throat was blocked by the insistent erection and the struggle for air became his sole priority. Aoshi thrust deep into his pet’s throat, allowing him only the smallest sips of air, keeping him just on the verge of consciousness. At the same time his hands squeezed tight around the copy-nin’s throat, bruises in the shape of perfect fingermarks already appearing on the pale skin.

Ready to move on to the next phase of the evening’s entertainment, Aoshi reached down and thumbed off his cock ring, thrusting deep into the copy-nin’s throat and filling it with his hot seed. Kakashi choked and sputtered, almost in a panic before he was finally able to draw a breath. Aoshi, meanwhile, was nowhere near ready to quit. What he was ready for, was to see his beautiful pet bleed. Blood contrasted so nicely with the pale skin of his lover. Lifting the unresisting copy-nin he dragged him to the bed and secured him face down, then drifted off to collect more supplies.

Aoshi stood and studied his collection of toys, considering and dismissing an assortment of whips and floggers before a small silver knife caught his eye. He grabbed the knife and headed to the kitchen, returning shortly with a small bowl and a covered tray. Laying his supplies out on the night table he once again began speaking to the copy-nin in soft, soothing tones. “Fifteen years is a long time, isn’t it love. Who would have thought, all those years ago, that we would still be together. I want to claim you all over again to celebrate my good fortune.” Kakashi almost broke completely at those words. He did not remember his first claiming fondly, and he feared this time would be far worse. I was right, he thought as the first cut traced dangerously close to his spine, I hate it when I’m right, he continued as the knife traced patterns up and down his back and across the sensitive skin of his ass, avoiding the mark of ownership just below the small of his back.

The copy-nin panted for breath as he felt something slick, like lotion, swiping across the surface of his back. It didn’t hurt, which surprised him. But that surprise was short lived and he screamed as the slick substance was ignited, burning tender flesh and open wounds. Again and again the slash of the knife was followed by the searing flames. Finally he could take no more and Kakashi fell unconscious.

When he awoke it was dark and his lover’s chakra was absent. Forcing himself to his feet he struggled into sweats and a t-shirt, one phrase thundering through his brain, get out, get out, get out, his mind screamed, you won’t get another chance. Unable to focus his chakra through the pain he fled on foot, stumbling from his apartment into the village, no destination other than away. He made it about a half a mile before his legs gave out and he collapsed in a ragged heap, unable to force himself to his feet yet again.

He flinched when a hand landed on his shoulder, and timidly turned his eyes up, sure he’d find a thunderous Aoshi and finally meet death. Instead Kakashi’s eyes locked with the worried doe-eyed gaze of Umino Iruka. “Hatake-sama, you’re hurt, we need to get you to the hospital.” the chuunin fretted, only to be met with the copy-nin’s frantic pleading. “No hospitals, please, no hospitals, please . . .” the quivering figure before him tore at Iruka’s heart. If he didn’t want the hospital then no hospital, but he had to do something.

“At least let me get you cleaned up.” That said he slipped his arm around the copy-nin’s waist and began leading him towards his apartment. I’m sure he’d be more comfortable at home, the chuunin thought, but I don’t know where that is and I need to get him inside fast.

If Iruka thought he looked bad huddled in the dark, the devastation revealed under harsh lights was enough to bring the strongest man to tears. Blood had soaked through the back of his shirt and pants, his skin was the color of chalk, he was trembling like a leaf and whispered a soft mantra of denial over and over “no, no, no, no.” The chuunin struggled to hold back his tears, and fought the urge to sweep the man into a hug and promise him everything would be fine. Kakashi might be injured, but he was still the strongest of the village’s shinobi and, as such, could be dangerous to friend as well as foe when cornered.

Realizing he needed information now, he began to gently question the copy-nin, reminding himself over and over that he was only trying to help. “Who did this to you Hatake-sama? Were you attacked? I really think you should go to the hospital and get this checked out?” At the mention of the hospital Kakashi tried to rise and flee, but he only managed two steps before collapsing to the floor, unconscious yet again.

Feeling a strong need to cater to the whims of this man he cared for so deeply, Iruka wracked his brain for a compromise. Who could he get to help that could be trusted to keep this a secret? Of course, he thought, he’s the only logical choice. Course decided he scooped up the limp jounin and carried him into his bedroom, laying him gently on the bed on his side, trying not to put pressure on the bloody areas. Then he returned to the living room and picked up the phone. “Hello, Ibiki, it’s Iruka . . . I need your help.