Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Kakashi sighed as he rode down the elevator. The day had been intense to say the least. Jiraiya was taking the news of his brother’s profession to heart. The misplaced guilt was absolutely palpable around the white haired man. Suddenly the stakes seemed higher. Not only did he have a ten year old to save, but now he had to vindicate an already good man that the sins of his blood weren’t his to atone for. He just wanted a good nights sleep and out of this nightmare. The thought of running with the millions he still had was getting sweeter and sweeter. But his other thoughts kept him going. Thoughts of a tortured brunette, naked and wrapped up in his arms, smiling at him with hope in his eyes, those soulful brown eyes were going to be the death of him.

He pulled himself back into the moment when the metal doors slid open and he strode gracefully into the foyer. He tried to take note of familiar faces, noticing philanthropists, CEOs, and politicians including the mayor of Konoha, Danzou. The disgusting man was panting and raking his nails down the porcelain back of a raven haired youth that was gagging on his member.

Kakashi couldn’t help but stare as the man that so many respected ruthlessly fucked the young pale face. The whole city would be up in arms if they knew about this. Maybe this was too big for him to fix. All he really wanted out of this job was the money and to protect Iruka. The young man whined as the mayor’s hands fisted the dark locks, tears streaming down the kid’s cheeks as he struggled to breathe around the engorged flesh.

‘Okay,’ Kakashi thought as he turned away from the disturbing scene, ‘every kid in here needs help. This is so wrong, so disgusting, so…’ He trailed off as the brunette that he’d been thinking about all day entered his peripheral vision, shoulders lax and eyes downcast. The PI watched the teen progress across the room and exit through another door as he walked up to the bar.

“What can I get you?” Kakashi looked up at the bartender before back at the door that Iruka had disappeared through.

“Scotch, neat, and I want to speak to someone about purchasing Dolphin again for tonight.” The bartender laughed dryly.

“I don’t think Dolphin will be up for a client tonight but I’ll get your drink.” Kakashi was about to ask what that meant when his attention was dawn to the stage.

“May I have you attention please,” Orochimaru smarmy voice announced to the room, “there will be a punishment issued in five minutes in the antechamber. If you would like to watch, please head through the door on the left side of the room.” Kakashi watched the man exit the stage, biting the inside of his cheek to keep him focused and not let himself rush across the room and beat him into a coma. He didn’t really like any of the adults in the club on principle but the sallow skinned man made his blood boil in ways he’d never thought possible.

“Here.” He turned back to the bartender who handed him his drink.

“So what does a punishment involve?” He bartender chuckled darkly making Kakashi’s skin crawl.

“A newbie, huh? Well they differ from product to product but if you don’t mind a little blood Dolphin’s punishments are always amazing.” Nodding, Kakashi turned away so that the man wouldn’t see how pale his face had gone where it wasn’t covered. Not even sure why or whether he could stomach it, Kakashi followed the bulk of the crowd into the other room.

The lighting was even lower than the lobby and it was about half the size. Rows of club chairs, spaced as far apart as possible covered the entire floor, many of them already filled with clients, the kids sitting on their laps or kneeling by their feet. Settling himself in a chair at the edge of the room, Kakashi tugged down his mask to sip his drink and waited, his nerves causing adrenaline to pulse through is bloodstream.

A hush fell over the audience as Mardra led a very naked Iruka on to the stage by a leash. The tan hands pulled at the choke collar around his throat, trying to relieve the pressure on his trachea. Mardra growled and yanked the leash hard making Iruka stumble and whine as he massaged his throat.

“HANDS!” The torture expert snapped and Iruka’s hands immediately fell to his sides. The black haired man walked around the tan body, evaluating Iruka’s posture. Finally shaking his head he stepped toward a table loaded with instruments. “You used to be such an impressive subject, so disciplined. I suppose it’s my fault for neglecting your training. I just thought that you’d know better by now.”

Picking up a long, stiff, wooden rod, Mardra walked back over to Iruka and grinned sadistically. “Position six. Hold it until I say you can move.”

There was dead silence in the room as the brunette kneeled on the stage and laced his fingers behind his head. The first strike of the rod landed on the tan ribs with a sickening crack but Iruka didn’t cry out. The bronze jaw tensed and Kakashi watched with morbid fascination as the teen swallowed his wail and didn’t move an inch as the wood impacted his side. The second stoke landed on the lightly defined abdominal muscles making Iruka crumple forward slightly before he straightened back up to his original position, his eyes glued to the stage in front of him. An excruciated scream tore through the room as the third strike landed exactly where the first had.

Kakashi gripped the arms of the club chair as the lithe body collapsed to the stage and one of the small hands reached back to hold his probably broken ribs. Mardra snarled and savagely kicked Iruka in the side. “Stay in position!” Iruka tried to push himself up on his arms but collapsed again, inciting another harsh kick, this one to the side of the chocolate head. Iruka began to sob lightly as he cradled his skull.

“Sit up you ancient piece of shit! You’re not even worthy of my attention.” Iruka forced his body up again, large bruises were already forming on his skin and his lip had split open, blood beginning to stream down his chin. For the first time Iruka’s desperate eyes flicked out to the audience. Kakashi winced as the helpless gaze fell on him and fat tears fell from the distraught eyes. He could hear Iruka’s silent pleas to him as if they were screamed.

Their eye contact was immediately broken when Mardra backhanded the teen making him collapse to the ground again. “Keep your eyes down, slave! Position three!” Iruka forced himself onto his hand and knees, bracing himself for what he know was coming.

Kakashi was amazed that people could actually get off on this…and they were. At least half the men in the room were groaning in pleasure from either being serviced or from jerking off frantically as Iruka whimpered and trembled on the stage. Kakashi was not a stranger to bondage. A perfectly placed amount of pain could be amazing and the control that was involved took deep trust. But nothing about his was sexy. This was suffering in its plainest form, but for some reason Kakashi couldn’t look away.

Mardra was now back at the table reaching directly for what looked like a coil of rope. Kakashi almost stood up as the black haired man unravel it slowly and held if forward for the audience to appreciate. It was a bull whip that feathered at the end into five strands that looked like they were barbed. Mardra stepped forward again cracking the whip just above Iruka’s head making the thin frame convulse with fear.

“Make sure the audience can hear you.”

Crack. Scream. Crack. Wail. Crack. Sob. The pattern continued on and on, disrupted only by the climax of one of the audience members. Kakashi felt sick as blood began to drip down Iruka’s sides and the teens cried began to weaken as his vocal cords became raw. Finally the horrific assault halted and Kakashi breathed a sigh of relief. Soon he would take Iruka up to the room and patch up his back and…

His thoughts were cut off as Mardra picked up a bowl off the table and dumped the white powder within it onto the decimated back. Iruka’s shriek was horrific but brief as he passed out almost immediately. Kakashi was on his feet immediately but some of the customers were already filtering out of the room. Orochimaru stepped up on the stage and announced to the remaining people that the show was over before kneeling beside the teen’s prone form and running a hand over the unmarred globes of Iruka’s ass, trying to get a response from the unconscious teen.

While everyone else was moving back to the main room, Kakashi strode towards the stage forcing himself into the frame of mind of a person who would have enjoyed the display he’d just witnessed.

Both owners looked at him as he strode onto the stage and stepped over Iruka’s body toward Mardra. Kakashi offered his hand to the sadist in a casual manner.

“A very impressive show. My compliments.” Mardra grasped the extended hand forcefully, trying to evaluate the mysterious masked man.

“Thank you Mr. Hatake. I realize I never formally introduced myself. Mardra Uchiha, and this is my partner Orochimaru Sannin.” Kakashi tried to keep all emotion out of his face as he shook hands with the brunette’s guardian.

“Such a pleasure to meet you both. I was hoping to see Dolphin again tonight but I didn’t know he’d be putting on such a performance. Is he still fit for purchase?” Orochimaru crossed his arms over his chest and was about to respond to the negative when Mardra cut him off.

“I suppose that’s up to you. Though personally I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to sample some of the other merchandise, maybe something with fewer miles on it.”

Kakashi kneeled down beside the immobile form and gently brushed the hair off the side of Iruka’s face revealing the dark bruises that were already forming.

“You have to look underneath the underneath. He’s so exquisitely tormented. It incites the most delicious responses.” Mardra looked down at the new client with interest. Maybe there was more to Dolphin and this seemingly straight edge client than he thought.

“You should know,” Orochimaru interjected, not liking how much attention the other two were paying to his favorite toy, “that Dolphin is not for permanent sale.” Kakashi didn’t look up, continuing to run his fingers gingerly over Iruka’s hair and shoulder, trying to avoid the gashes.

“Name a price.” He didn’t even know why he said it. He had no intension to spend all the rest of the money that the old man had given him just to save the poor teen. Orochimaru scowled and glared at his money lusting partner.

“He’s not for sale. It’s another ten grand if you want him for tonight but understand that he doesn’t have a permanent price.” Kakashi was beginning to fall deeper into his dark assumed identity and gazed coolly up at the club owners.

“In my experience, everything has a price.” Iruka grunted quietly and the brown eyes flickered open, trying to focus on Kakashi’s face. Reaching down, Kakashi dragged his thumb across Iruka’s split lip making the brunette whimper in pain. Tugging down his mask, Kakashi slipped the thumb into his mouth and reveled in the coppery taste that filled his senses and sending shivers down his spine at how powerful he felt. Iruka’s battered, fearful face grounded him but not as much as it should have as he stood up and pulled a bundle of cash from his jacket.

“What room?”

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Kakashi followed the two guards up to room three where they deposited Iruka on the bed.

“Do you need anything else?” Kakashi began to stroke the back of Iruka’s thigh and nodded.

“Have some tea, sushi, orange juice, ice cream and tomato soup sent up in an hour.” The guard grunted and followed his coworker out of the room leaving Kakashi alone with the naked teen. He turned the limp body on its side and gazed at the almost unharmed front. The teen was spectacular. His bronze skin was silky and the lightly defined musculature was incredibly appealing. The angular scar across the bridge of his nose was adorable.

Kakashi pulled down his mask and licked his lips as the spot he sucked and bit last night stood out against the dark skin. Leaning in he brushed his lips over the mark, the heat from Iruka’s pulse point making him flush with desire. His tongue began to caress the smooth skin and he began to pull Iruka closer, grinding up against the limp form.

‘He tastes so good, like sex and innocence all at once.’ Winding his hand in the dark hair he pulled the teen’s head back to ravage the full, pink lips when he caught the glassy brown gaze and gasped. Launching himself off the bed, he looked at the conscious but non-responsive teen, guilt and self loathing twisting his innards.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is wrong with me?” Kakashi pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit redial, pacing as the phone rang.

“Hello?” Came the sleepy voice of the blonde police captain.

“Tsunade, it’s me. I need your help. Iruka…he’s hurt. I don’t know what to do.”

“What! Okay, what’s wrong with him?” Kakashi threw his hand up in the air in frustration.

“I don’t know! He was up on the stage getting whipped and…”

“What?! God damn it Kakashi! Why didn’t you do something?”

“I couldn’t. Now he’s awake but he’s not talking or moving…or blinking. What’s wrong with him?”

“Sounds like he’s in shock. You need to warm him up. Talk to him and try to get him to respond and you have to stay calm.” Kakashi glanced around the room frantically before his eyes landed on the gigantic whirlpool tub in the bathroom.

“Okay, stay on the line.” He scooped the listless body up in his arms and strode determinedly to the tub, setting the brunette on the steps beside it. Looking down at his shirt he noticed some of the white powder that Mardra had thrown on the bronze back was on his arms. Picking up the phone again, Kakashi inspected the grains.

“He’s got something all over his back.” Tentatively he smelt the substance but couldn’t figure out what it was. Cautiously he stuck out his tongue and tasted the crystals. “Fucking god! It’s salt. The sick fuck threw salt in the wounds.”

“You’ve got to get that off of him now, Hatake. Try not to rub it in. Don’t use a towel, just rinse it off.” Kakashi turned on the water for the tub and then rushed to the shower turning it on too. He gently shook the tan shoulder, trying to get some sort of reaction.

“Iruka, you need to get up. We’ve got to wash off your back.” He swore again when he dark head just lolled lifelessly. “Tsunade, I’m gonna have to call you back. Don’t go back to sleep.” He didn’t wait for her to answer before closing his phone and stripping off his clothes except for his boxer-briefs. He pulled Iruka up into his arms and maneuvered them to the shower, trying to avoid touching the teen’s back as the water cascaded over them. Iruka’s head slumped on his shoulder, the warm breath caressing his collarbones, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Steeling himself Kakashi cupped the back of the teen’s head and caught water in his other hand, releasing it over the marred skin. After several minutes he wrapped an arm around the tan hips and stroked his fingers over the cuts on the tan shoulders before resting his head against Iruka’s.

“Please say something. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just caught up in…fuck.” He nuzzled the chocolate hair and pulled Iruka tight to him. “I really want to help you. It kills me to see you like this. Please say something. Yell, scream, hit me just please say something.” The only sound was the shower and Iruka’s breathing. Sighing Kakashi turned off the water and carefully carried the teen to the tub. Lowering the tight body into the water, Kakashi turned off the other set of taps and picked up his phone, quickly redialing the blonde.

“Hey, I’ve washed off the salt but he still won’t say anything.” A sigh could be heard over the line.

“I don’t really know what to tell you Kakashi. Keep talking to him, if the first aid kit, use butterfly closures on the cuts, if he has and broken bones try to immobilize them. I don’t know how long he’ll be out, you just have to be patient.”

“Okay, sorry for waking you up. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Anytime Kakashi. Please take care of him.” The ‘for Jiraiya’ didn’t have to be spoken aloud. They both new how distressed the white haired cop would be if he found out about this. In one day he’d gone from the happy go lucky middle aged man to depressed, moody and withdrawn, even his wild white hair seemed to droop after he was told about his brother’s goings on.

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Tsunade hung up the phone and wrapped her arms around her husband, burying her face in his back and exhaling slowly.

“What was that about?” The question startled her as she thought he was asleep.

“Nothing. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Jiraiya turned around and ran his over the blonde’s arm.

“It’s not like you to keep me in the dark. What’s going on?” Tsunade bit her lip and avoided her husband’s gaze.

“Let’s just get some sleep.” Jiraiya huffed and flipped back on his side, sliding away from his lover. Tsunade frowned and scooted up to his back. “Jiji…”

“Goodnight, Tsunade.” Sighing she moved back to her side of the bed and faced the opposite wall. For the first night in fifteen years they slept facing away from each other and didn’t touch or say a word until they were at the breakfast table in the morning.

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Kakashi rested Iruka’s back against the side of the tub and began rifling through the cupboards in the bathroom looking for a first aid kit. He smiled in victory when a drawer opened to reveal a white box with a red cross on the front. He turned back to the tub only to find that Iruka wasn’t leaning against the side of the tub. Taking a step closer he swore loudly, Iruka was partially submerged under water, eyes still closed and no bubbles streaming up from his parted lips. Kakashi jumped into the warm, pink water and pulled Iruka to the surface, frantically checking to see if the teen was breathing.

A soft moan relieved him that Iruka wasn’t dead. Cupping the bronze chin, he watched the spectacular chocolate eyes flutter open, the long gorgeous lashes, lifting slowly revealing glassy, unfocused orbs. Overwhelmed with relief, he wrapped his arms around the slender frame making Iruka whimper when he touched the torn skin on the youth’s back.

“I’m sorry,” Kakashi whispered as he pulled back and readjusted his hold. “I thought I’d killed you.” He let out a nervous chuckle as the teen nuzzled his neck making his body throb with sensation. His breath caught in his chest as full, pouty lips pressed up against his collarbone and began clumsily moving up his throat. It was so hot. Kakashi tried doing math in his head and picturing extremely unsexy things to banish the blood that was flooding his groin. The same groin that Iruka was lightly massaging through the thin, soaked fabric of his underwear.

There was something particularly exciting about the wild haired man. Iruka was barely conscious but he knew that this would be an opportunity to convince the man how much he wanted him. He understood the man’s reservations but he wasn’t a child. He hadn’t been for a very long time.

Iruka felt Kakashi harden under his hand. He knew that the man wanted him, he just needed a little convincing that this was okay. Kakashi let out a long moan and grunted as the slim hands massaged his cock.

“Ah…Iruka, we should…uuuh, god, we should get out and patch up your back.” Iruka didn’t pay any attention, his tongue sliding out to caress Kakashi’s skin. The man bucked into his hand, moaning again. “Okay, Iruka, we’re getting out now.”

Kakashi stood up, Iruka’s weak arms trying to hold on to him. The teen couldn’t help but get frustrated that the man was treating him so dismissively.

“Was it really that bad? Don’t you find me attractive at all?” Kakashi cringed a little as he moved to the edge of the tub.

“It’s not that. It’s just…” A knock at the door cut off his words. ‘Shit, the food!’ Panicking, Kakashi sat back down in the water and carded his hands into the wet, tossled chocolate lock.

Iruka’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Kakashi’s tongue plundered his mouth. Seizing the opportunity the teen mewled and sucked on the oral muscle vigorously. Kakashi growled and explored the new territory hungrily. This was just for show, he reminded himself. It didn’t matter how much he wanted the brunette or even if the teen wanted him as well. It was just too wrong…even if it felt so right. He could hear the cart with the food being wheeled in but it was hard to focus on anything other than the sweet taste of the young man and the way he was sucking his tongue.

‘Dear god, how is he doing that? Fuck, he makes kissing X-rated!’ Iruka’s tongue began to stroke his making his head spin and his cock ache. Iruka began to palm his hardness again making the most horrible thoughts cross his mind. God how he wanted to spread those thin, sexy legs and drive into that tight body again and again, to make the teen scream with pleasure, to make him forget about his life for even a short time.

He heard the door to the room close and even though he knew he should pull away he kept ravaging the hot, moist cavern. Finally after another minute he broke the kiss and exhaled slowly. Looking away sheepishly, Kakashi apologized. Iruka gave a quick breathy chuckle.

“Don’t be.” The small smile on the teen’s face made the older man’s heart pound. Slowly he inched closer to the teen and cupped the tan face with one hand. Their noses brushed and Kakashi could feel the warm breath his lips. Desire over took him and he gently pressed their mouth’s together, the kiss quickly changing from chaste to passionate as their tongue’s slid together. Kakashi wrapped his arms around the teen tightly making Iruka hiss and throw his head back. The silver head shook and the mismatched eyes flew wide as he realized what he’d done.

“Oh shit. Okay. We have to do something about your back.” This time Iruka didn’t refuse, allowing Kakashi to carry him out of the tub and gently wrap a towel around his shoulders. Scooping up the first aid kit and the teen, Kakashi walked them back out to the main room and set the brunette on the bed.

“I ordered some food. Mostly things I thought would be good for your throat.” Iruka smiled softly as Kakashi wheeled the cart over to him.

“That was thoughtful, thank you.” Kakashi didn’t respond but took the towel off the bronze shoulders and spread it over the teen’s legs. He began rifling through the first aid kit as Iruka uncovered the food. He heard a hum of approval from the teen who looked over his shoulder.

“Do you want some of this?” Kakashi shook his head.

“I’ll have a cup of tea but other than that it’s all yours.” Kakashi watched the brunette pour him a cup of tea which he waved away for the time being, before picking up the bowl of soup and tipping the contents down his throat. The teen smacked his lips and moaned in delight.

“God that was good. I sometimes don’t see this much food in a week!” Kakashi’s hands froze as he was about to start dabbing disinfectant on the wounds. He gapped as Iruka pulled the enormous tray of sushi towards him and scooped a piece into his mouth with his fingers.

“You can’t survive on that little food for a week!” Iruka just shrugged, his attention turning to the vanilla ice cream which was starting to melt.

“Not every week. They strictly regulate our food intake so that we don’t grow too much and there’s no way we can get fat, even if our clients like to feed us. I guess that’s why I don’t look my age. Well that and all the hormones they pump us full of.” Kakashi made a nondescript noise in the back of his throat and began to dab the slashes. Iruka hissed and Kakashi ran a soothing hand over his arm.

“Let me know if it hurts too bad.” Iruka just shrugged again.

“Can’t hurt any worse than getting them in the first place.” Kakashi finished with the antiseptic and began using butterfly bandages to pull the sides of the gashes together.

“So why were you up there? Is it a usual thing?”

“Yes and no. It happened a lot when I was younger and now again when I try to take the blame for things that the kids do. This time…I…uh…well…” Kakashi looked up from the teen’s back.

“What?”

“It was because I told you about the mic in room four. There isn’t anything in this room if you were wondering.” Kakashi felt his stomach lurch as he stared at the horrific slashes that were his fault.

“I’m so…”

“You really have to stop apologizing. I know what the consequences of helping you are and this was a small price to pay.” He wanted to object the teen was already gulping down the orange juice and changed his mind. He knew he needed Iruka for this assignment. He only wished he could be as strong and selfless as the teen.

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