Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

Disclaimer: Don’t own Naruto, don’t make money from the stories. It would be sweet ass sweet if I did though.
Warning: All kinds of citrus, drugs and a little bit of violence along with a presumed death.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up. RL has been keeping me pretty busy. We are however approaching some important points so I’ll probably want to keep writing like crazy every chance I have. Enjoy and please review!

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For two solid weeks Kakashi bought Iruka every night. Most of the time they talked about the organization but a few nights Kakashi just let Iruka rest against him on the bed while he stroked the soft chocolate hair. He knew he was getting too close to the sexy, compassionate teen. The moments when they’d ‘had’ to kiss and touch were deeply imbedded in his mind as some of the most gratifying sexual experiences of his life. He was becoming more and more prone to pressing his lips to the angelic sleeping face without even thinking about it. Every time the long lashes would flutter open Iruka would smile and every time those addictive, soft lips would smile, Kakashi’s heart would pound.


His desire for the lanky teen was growing exponentially every time they saw each other. Kakashi found himself distracted and restless during the day, anxious for the chance to wrap Iruka up in his arms again, to caress the soft cheeks and steal kisses when the teen was asleep. Iruka had made it quite clear that he wanted Kakashi but the older man wasn’t prepared to do that to him. The last thing the teen needed was to fall in love with him. After this job he’d be gone and the kid would have to put his own life back together. Still, Kakashi could see himself on a tropical island, lounging in the shade of a palm tree, watching the beautiful body emerge from playing in the waves, water streaming down the bronze shoulders.


Kakashi shook his head and tipped back his drink before checking his watch for the eighth time in the past hour. Still half an hour to go before he would head to the club. A clap on his shoulder startled him but he didn’t jump. Nothing made Kakashi jump. He turned to see Obito grinning down at him.


“Hey stranger! How’s the new lifestyle treating you?” Kakashi just grunted and shrugged his shoulders.


“Alright I guess. The money’s great.” Obito shook his head.


“Money, money, money. Tsk tsk, Kakashi. I hope you’re at least having some fun. I haven’t seen you here at all in the past couple of weeks.” Kakashi checked his watch again and mumbled that he was too busy for a lot of socializing. Obito arched and eyebrow and elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“You keep checking your watch. Got a hot date tonight?”


Yeah, something like that. More of a business meeting. Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you. Do you know of a Mardra Uchiha?”

The usually smiling face fell and the Uchiha eyed Kakashi suspiciously.

“Where did you hear a name like that?”


“A friend who works in my building is trying to get him as a client. I know there are a lot of Uchihas in this area but I was wondering if you knew him.”


Obito fidgeted with the napkin under his drink nervously. “He’s my father actually but we don’t really get along.” Kakashi masked his emotions expertly, not allowing his best friend to see the tightening of his jaw or the horror at thought that Mardra Uchiha was any relation to Obito, never mind his father.


“Hn. What’s the problem between you too?” Kakashi was beginning to feel queasy as thoughts of Obito knowing about the club ran through his head. Obito was a cop, a detective who was quickly moving up in the ranks of Konoha’s finest. Could he be the one that was giving the club information when the cops were investigating?


“He’s just a bastard. We haven’t been close for a long time.”


“Hn,” was Kakashi’s only reply, relief washing over him as he quickly dismissed his previous thoughts. Obito would never be part of something like that.


“Hn? What, are you turning into Itachi?”


Kakashi chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “How’s he doing?”


Obito shrugged and took a sip of his beer. “Why don’t you just call him and find out?”


Kakashi gave his head a small shake as he thought about the month and a half he’d spent dating Itachi Uchiha. Sure, it had been hot as all hell but he and the smolderingly sexy raven always seemed to be in a struggle for dominance that neither was willing to give into.


“No, we both decided it wouldn’t work out.”


Besides, Kakashi had someone else firmly tattooed into his brain. He thought about the last time he’d been at the club and he’d held Iruka for hours, gently stroking the teen’s chocolate hair. The big brown doe eyes had lifted sleepily to him and he’d known at that moment that there was never going to be someone else that could move his heart the way Iruka did. He’d gently pressed their lips together and whispered to the teen to get some sleep. The brunette and snuggled under his chin and whispered softly into Kakashi’s neck, “I love you,” before slipping into slumber.


“I hear Itachi’s practice is going well. He’s been in court a lot with all the patients he’s got but he seems to be handling it well. I’ve even been up against him in a couple of cases but usually he has victims on his patient roster. Like you, the money seems to be rolling in. He’s taking Sasuke and one of Sasuke’s friends overseas this summer for a month.”


Kakashi nodded and stood up. “That’s great. Say hi for me next time you talk to him. I really hope everything’s going well for him.”


Obito smiled up at his silver haired friend. “You off to your hot business meeting date?” Kakashi nodded and paid his tab before heading to the door pausing when he heard his friend call after him. “This guy must be pretty hot if he made you forget about an Uchiha.” Kakashi just shook his head and chuckled while walking away.


‘If you only knew I don’t think you’d think the same of me…’

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Kakashi could tell something was wrong as soon as he entered the club. The guard at the upstairs door seemed agitated and the kids on the floor seemed more fearful than ever. He didn’t have much more time to observe the room as Iruka dashed across the room and jumped into his arms, tan legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Concern gripped him as the teen squeezed him tightly and began to whimper in his ear.


“Can we go upstairs? Please. Please? Please let’s go. Please get me out of here.” The words struck Kakashi to the core. In all his time at the club Iruka had never begged him like that for anything.


Trying to remain calm, Kakashi slowly lowered Iruka to the floor. “Okay, Dolphin, we’ll go. Dolphin…Dolphin…” Kakashi dropped his voice to a whisper and tried to pull the tan face away from his chest. “Iruka, look at me.”

The dark head lifted and eyes which should have been the colour of coffee were bloodshot and almost black the pupils were so dilated. Kakashi lifted the sleeve of the red silk robe and saw fresh track marks in the bend of the bronze arm. Growling Kakashi dragged Iruka over to a very sour looking Mardra Uchiha. The black eyed man looked at him, smiling that smarmy grin that made Kakashi’s stomach churn.

“Is something wrong Mr. Hata…”

“What the hell is he on?”

Mardra scowled at being addressed so callously but he shrugged it off. Even in this business the customer is always right. “Dolphin had something of a bad day so we gave him a speedball to take his mind off of it.” Iruka tried to tug Kakashi away from the club owner but the silver haired man was pissed.


“His body is my temple. As long as I’m paying for him you keep that shit out of his veins, lungs, whatever. No drugs what so ever! Do I make myself clear?”


Mardra gritted his teeth but nodded curtly. He needed more clients like Kakashi, young business men who know what they want. And if the silver haired man wanted to fret over old merchandise like Dolphin, he wasn’t going to argue.


“Of course. Would you like a room right away or would you like some time on the floor?” He eyed Iruka who was still tugging on Kakashi’s arm. “Or perhaps Dolphin isn’t of any interest tonight…”


“A room, immediately.”


Mardra took the wad of cash from Kakashi’s hand and grinned. He knew the type, Kakashi wanted to be the kid’s savoir and would end up paying anything for him in the end.

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Kakashi gasped as Iruka pressed his body up against the wall and began kissing his neck. He didn’t try to push the teen away as the brunette lapped at the exposed skin that he could find and began to pull down his mask. He could taste alcohol on the demanding tongue as it pushed its way into his mouth. Just as he wrapped his arms around the petite frame Iruka let out an anguished sob and buried his face in Kakashi’s shoulder.


“Jesus, what happened, Iruka? Please talk to me.” The brunette continued to sob and Kakashi scooped him up and settled them on the large suede couch. He ran his hand up and down the narrow, dark back soothingly, shushing the teen as wracking sobs shook the small body. After several minutes the tan face lifted and the heavily drugged out eyes locked on his visible blue grey.


“They took Kotetsu away today.” The teen burst out into tears again and Kakashi quickly took out his recorder and flicked it on before resuming comforting the young man. Finally when Iruka seemed to have cried himself out Kakashi wiped the raw cheeks with his thumb and decided to try to ask a couple of questions.


“What do you mean by they took him away?” Kakashi was pretty sure he knew the answer but he had to be sure. Iruka sniffled and rested his head against the powerful shoulder beneath him.


“When someone gets too old and they’re not being bought much anymore they’re taken away from the club. Some are sold to pimps or in the overseas trade but most of them end up…Oh god, none of us are going to make it out of here alive, are we?”


“Yes you are. I’ll let my contacts know what’s happening. With all the information you’ve given us we should be able to move before too long.” Iruka exhaled slowly, his fingers moving up the tender skin of Kakashi’s pale neck.


“I’m afraid. Mardra-sama and Orochimaru-sama are getting ready to bring in a new wave of kids and I don’t know what that will mean for everyone.”


Kakashi was suddenly having a hard time concentrating as the delicate fingers moved over his flesh. He didn’t even notice when they stared to unbutton his silk shirt.


“Well you won’t have to worry about yourself. I’ve been buying you every night for over two weeks and they have no reason to think that I’ll stop anytime soon.”


Warm palms pressed against his chest making Kakashi sigh in pleasure as the skilled fingers ghosted over his nipples.


“It’s not me that I’m worried about. Eleven years of this was more than enough for me and I’m still Orochimaru-sama’s favorite, but most of the fourteen to sixteen year olds could all be killed off. Most of them are like me, just trying to help each other survive.”


Kakashi moaned as the soft caresses drifted down his tight stomach towards the top of his pants. Iruka had slid to the floor and was on his knees in front of the private investigator, the drug hazed eyes gazing up at him wantonly. Fingers were on the clasp and zipper of his pants now and Kakashi wasn’t sure if he had the mettle to halt them.


“I know you want me.” The words fell from the pouty, sinful lips making the hairs stand up on the back of the older man’s neck. “I want you too.” The soft hands freed his throbbing erection and Kakashi tried to stop the teen as he climbed back up on his still clothed lap and positioned himself above the straining member. “I need you. We need you. What you want is being offered to you freely.” Kakashi gasped as the sexy teen leaned in and traced the shell of his ear with his tongue. “Just take it.”


Kakashi grasped the fleshy cheeks as they began to press downward, the finger tips of his right hand curling into the tight warmth of the crack of Iruka’s ass, making stopping that much harder.


“No. This is so wrong. You don’t have to…” A slim hand wrapped around his wrist and pushed the fingers closer to his entrance.


“Please, please, I need this.”


Kakashi didn’t know what else to do so he let the teen guide his fingers into the still amazingly tight hole, watching the look of utter bliss and release cross the bronze face. Small whimpers and moans broke the silence as Kakashi fingered the still underage brunette. Iruka kept begging for more and when three long pale fingers were working easily in and out of the hot passage Iruka pushed quickly off his lap and swallowed his cock in one swift, perfect motion. Kakashi nearly screamed as the strong tongue massaged him sensually, laving his member with saliva.


“Ah! Oh fuck…Iruka…goddammit that feels so good.” The teen began to swallow around him and Kakashi was delighted that he got to feel heaven before he would be damned for all eternity. But as suddenly as the pleasure had started it was gone and the teen was straddling his legs and pulling off the scarf that covered his red eye. Staring into the lusty gaze of the young man Kakashi submitted to his desires and untied the silk robe and ran his hands along the narrow shoulders making the fabric pool around the teen’s hips. Trailing one set of fingers down the crisscrossed scars on the bronze back and one down the unblemished, lightly defined chest, the silver haired man was in awe of the sexy little teen, the bronze skin already glistening with sweat.


“You’re so beautiful,” Kakashi whispered as he lifted Iruka’s hips and positioned himself beneath the teen.


“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I knew you were different.” The soft pink lips pressed against his jaw and Kakashi groaned as that soft voice whispered in his ear. “Make love to me.”


Iruka whimpered as he lowered himself onto his protector’s lap, the flared head of Kakashi’s cock pressing into him, stretching him to the limits of what his tight body could endure. He moaned in delight as the engorged member slid further into him making him feel deliciously full. Looking into the mismatched eyes he could see the confliction and restraint that were tearing the silver haired man apart. Gritting his teeth Iruka sank the rest of the way down the hardness until he could feel the zipper of Kakashi’s pants pressing against his ass.


Kakashi could hardly breathe as the tight heat surrounded him, the velvety passage gripping his erection like a snug glove. The bronze neck in front of him was stretched upward in pleasure and a gasp tore from both of them when the angel on his lap started to move.


Nothing in Kakashi’s memory had ever felt this good. He was sure that his first sexual experience with the red headed girl down the street had been close but nothing felt as good as the Iruka around him. Kakashi was starting to get frustrated that he was still so clothed though and dropped Iruka’s back to the wide couch and pulled out. The teen gave a frustrated whimper but quieted when he saw Kakashi remove his pants completely and let his unbuttoned shirt fall to the floor.


Iruka spread his legs wide as the powerful lanky body moved between them and wrapped a long arm under his hips, raising them and plunging back into his body. His cry of surprise was muffled as Kakashi thrust his tongue into the open mouth, ravaging both the oral cavern and the tight body for all it was worth. But Iruka didn’t fight. He loved to give up control like this and even though the pounding of his body was rough it felt better and meant more than anything he’d felt…well, ever. He winced a little as a hand tightened in his hair, pulling out strands as the locks were fisted.


Kakashi couldn’t help himself as he thrust mercilessly into Iruka. He hadn’t had sex for three months since he’d been seeing Itachi and the proud Uchiha never gave up control so freely. He was falling away from himself and into his alternate persona, the controlling pedophile who was let loose on a meek, unsuspecting innocent. A short cry of pain from beneath him snapped him back to reality and he looked down in shock only to find the brown eyes were watering with pain.


“Oh fuck. Oh god, I’m sorry.” To his surprise Iruka wrapped a leg around his hips preventing him from pulling out.


“Welcome back.”


Kakashi cupped the bronze cheek and hung his head in shame. “I knew this was a bad idea. I’m sorry.” He tried to pull back again but Iruka’s leg held him in place.


“It didn’t really hurt that bad but I knew you weren’t yourself…and I wanted it to be Kakashi inside me, not Master Hatake.”


Shock at how mature the younger man seemed to be was all Kakashi could feel. He slowly pulled Iruka’s leg out from behind him and laid down beside the thoroughly ravaged body, flinching when Iruka immediately cuddled up to him.


“Kakashi?”


“Hm?”


“You look really ridiculous naked except for black sox.” Kakashi laughed after the stun of the statement had worn off and within minutes they were making love, slowly and passionately like they’d both wanted.

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Iruka hummed lightly as he scrubbed the semen stains out of the last of the silk robes and hung it on the clothes line that was strung between the walls of the laundry room. He moved back out into the dormitory that was lined on all sides with bunk beds. He paused by racoon’s bed and ran a hand through the pale teen’s red hair. He only got an emotionless glare as a response but when he pressed a kiss the fiery crown he noticed a little softening in the steely green eyes as he pulled back. He always tried to do what ever he could to keep all the boys but especially Mardra’s favorites from losing themselves to the horror of their lives. He was always worried that they’d end up like Mizuki.


He was heading to Izumo’s cot to comfort Kotetsu’s best friend when strong hand caught his wrists and tossed him back onto one of the bunks. Iruka gasped as his head hit the wood that was holding the mattress and whimpered as a larger body settled over top of him.


“Hey there Dolphin, long time no see.”


“Ice,” was Iruka’s only reply as he looked up at his old friend who was grinning down at him hungrily. Like Mardra, Mizuki had taken to calling him by his club name and so Iruka returned the favor. Names were for friends after all.


“You look good, Dolphin. Miss me?”


Iruka turned his head to the side and massaged the back of his skull. “What are you doing here? Should you be out capturing little kids and condemning them to a horrific life?”


Mizuki just grinned and began rubbing his erection against Iruka’s limp members.


“My time here wasn’t that bad and look, here we are on my old bunk. We had a lot of good times here.” Iruka was tempted to say that Mizuki was the only one who’d had the good times but he was saved as Mardra entered the dorm and signaled for Mizuki to follow him. The silver haired man patted his cheek. “We’ll have to catch up some other time.”


Gaara glared heated at Mizuki as he walked back out through the dormitory, not forgetting how many times his gentle, older brother figure had told him not to end up like him. Mizuki paused near the red head and roughly pushed the thirteen year old into the wall, Iruka rushing immediately to pick the teen up. Glaring at his exfriend’s back Iruka whispered a few calming words to the red head who looked about ready to kill before creeping after the pair.


He passed more of the kids cleaning the lobby as he crept to the partially open door that Mardra and Mizuki were talking behind. He held his breath to hear their low voices.


“I have someone in particular I want you to procure for me.” Iruka could hear the passing of papers and Mizuki give a grunt of surprise.


“You serious, boss?”


“When am I ever not? I want him today. Go to his school and tell him that this man asked you to pick him up and then bring him here.”


“Anything I need to know?”


“No, you may want to dope him though. You know he’s going to be a fighter.”


“I wouldn’t expect anything less from one of your choices…or your blood.” Iruka scurried away from the door and tucked himself around the corner as he heard footsteps approaching.


“Have you made a decision about Kitten?” Iruka held his breath as he waited to hear Izumo’s fate.


“Not yet. Sannin wants to give him another week or two to try to find a permanent buyer. After that we’ll probably sell him to Pain. He could be profitable on the streets.”


“Okay, I guess I’m off. I’ll see you with your new toy in a couple of hours.”

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Sasuke grunted as someone roughly knocked his shoulder. He turned to shoot an icy glare at the perpetrator but his eyes softened as sparkling blue eyes were literally smiling back at him.


“Dobe.” The sunny blonde grinned like a fool and fell into step with his best friend.


“Hey Teme! You walking home tonight?”


“Hn.” Naruto had an amazing ability to speak Uchiha with all the time he’d spent with Sasuke over the years.


“Cool, we’ll walk together. I know,” he said, retorting to the exasperated look Sasuke shot him “the orphanage is in the other direction but I’m on chores this week so I’m avoiding going home.” The raven was about to give his typical grunt and nod when a call from the school’s parking lot made the twelve year olds turn.


“Sasuke! Hey, Sasuke!” The pair moved cautiously towards the sharply dressed man standing in front of a sleek jaguar XK coupe. The man grinned at the pair and jerked his hand toward the car. “Itachi asked me to pick you up. He wants us to meet him at his office and then go out for dinner. I’m Seito.” Mizuki offered his hand and Naruto grinned and elbowed his friend as the two pale males shook hands.


“Is he a Kakashi replacement or what?” Sasuke smirked as he thought about the feisty private investigator who’d fought with his brother constantly during their brief relationship before their very loud and aggressive make up session which had usually ended up in more fighting. He hadn’t minded the man but he just hadn’t been right for his brother. The man before him did seem like a replacement. He even had the same bizarre silver coloured hair that Kakashi had.


Shrugging Sasuke opened the door to the car. “I didn’t know he was seeing anyone again. Hey, is it okay if Naruto comes with us?” Sasuke had noticed the way that Naruto had toed the ground when it looked like he would be doing his chores after all.


“Of course! The reservation is for four of us.” Mizuki beamed at his luck as the two boys climbed into the back of the car and the blonde immediately dug into the drinks he’d strategically placed there. Mardra-sama was going to be very happy with him.

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