D/s Naruto

Additional Warning: Minor reference to a punishment involving urine, but no urine/body contact at all. Minor comment about club policy on urine/poo play.

Chapter 7 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

Zabuza sat at the bar, cranky, with Haku on a cushion at the foot of his barstool. He decided to order another Bloody Mary from that freak with that weird Japanese tattoo on his forehead, the regular bartender’s nephew. “Yo, Garbage-head, another!”

The redhead turned around slowly and gave Zabuza a look. Fuckin’-A, little Gaara had some bite to him. If looks could kill, Zabuza would be dead and cremated now. The boy was probably a dom like his uncle. Zabuza took the drink Gaara set before him and took a big swig of it—and grinned at the heat that seared his mouth. The little fuck had put enough Tabasco sauce in it that most would have spit it out all over. But Zabuza liked things hot, the spicier the better.

“I call it Bitter Crimson,” said Gaara.

Zabuza looked at him and smiled, “I like it,” he said.

“I know,” said Gaara.

“You really suck at conversations, Red,” said Zabuza.

“Yes,” said Gaara.

Zabuza rolled his eyes and looked for someone he wanted to talk to. He’d missed the stare-down between Itachi and that cute blonde Sasuke had been sucking face with in the hallway. He’d missed Lee peeing all over and being punished by Gai. Gai had made him crawl around the dining room with a glass of pee balanced on his head two times. He’d wanted to make it ten, but Hidan had come out and told Gai for every lap above two that he made Lee do, Hidan would demand an hour of Gai subbing under him or his membership would be forfeited. Everyone knew that Hidan was heavily into bondage—serious, tight bondage. Zabuza thought about Hidan’s regular sub, Kakuzu. He only seen about five square inches of Kakuzu’s flesh in the four years he’d known the pair. Lee had done two laps and not spilled a drop.

Gai was actually lucky that Itachi had been busy with something. Itachi was very strict that no water sports or poop play took place anywhere near the dining room. Gai’s penalty fee for both the accident and the punishment was likely to be close to several thousand dollars. If everyone hadn’t know that Lee could likely dance with a glass of pee on his head and not spill a drop, the punishment would never have been permitted at all.

On the little stage in the dining room, Deidara was singing seductively in a gorgeous evening gown. She gestured to Zabuza imploringly. He grinned and tapped Haku with his foot. “Want to sing?”

“Yes, Master,” said Haku.

“Dazzle ‘em, boy,” said Zabuza, watching Haku rise in his pretty pink dress and gracefully make his way to the stage. The two subs in their dresses were favorites with the regulars. New members and guests were shocked to discover the gorgeous blonde slave of Sasori and the stunning black-haired beauty that was Zabuza’s slaveboy, Haku, were both men. Zabuza turned his back on the stage. Of course he could check out the dining room behind him in the big mirror over the bar anytime. He glanced idly over at the doorway to the foyer and grinned at the sight that appeared.

Well, well, well! The evening was looking up! Hatake Kakashi, Iruka’s slaveboy, had been a bad, bad boy. He was on a leash, crawling on his knees, with something big shoved in his mouth. The big black X of tape holding his mouth shut was crude, and some of his silver-blonde hair was caught in it.

Zabuza grunted with pleasure—that tape would hurt like a son of a bitch getting ripped off. Good—that tall, thin scarecrow of a sub was too superior. Subs, slaves, usually cuddled together and took care of each other and were very touchy-feeling. Hell, every sub could hardly keep their hands off his Haku—every sub but Kakashi. Kakashi treated other subs the way a dom treated a sub. And everyone let him. Just because Kakashi could take out everyone in the place in hand to hand with his judo, people let him have airs. Airs for a sub! It was fucking ridiculous! It made Zabuza sick! But he’d had his arm broken at Kakashi’s dojo, and Itachi had him on warning about paying too much attention to another dom’s sub.

Zabuza rose up from the bar and walked over to Iruka. Iruka, despite being a good dom, was still a little blind to how much Zabuza resented Kakashi. It occurred to Zabuza that a dom shouldn’t be obsessed with someone else’s slave, but for some reason he was. Deep inside he knew the reason—jealousy. He loved Haku, loved the way his beauty made everyone envy his owner, but everyone knew Haku had no fight in him. He was a born submissive that would never struggle with pride. Haku was proud for Zabuza, but he didn’t care if Zabuza treated him like shit. Zabuza had never told Haku he loved him and never would. And Haku would never beg for it or plead for it. He took whatever scraps Zabuza threw at him and kissed his feet for them. It was a little pathetic, but hot.

But Kakashi—oh yes, he’d seen Zabuza coming over to his dom and was struggling, suffering. Kakashi—how the fuck had Kakashi ever become a sub? He was all pride and coldness. As a sub, he could terrify wimpy doms. God, his submission to Iruka was a thing of beauty. It fascinated Zabuza. To have Kakashi as his sub for even ten minutes—fuck, he die a happy man. But Iruka never, never let anyone touch his sub, discipline his sub. And as far as anyone knew, Kakashi had never subbed for anyone, but Iruka.

Genuine admiration crossed his face as Zabuza shook hands with Iruka. They talked a little about Deidara and Haku’s duet before Zabuza politely asked, “May I ask what Kakashi did to earn his punishment tonight?”

Iruka stiffened before answering, “He broke silence.” Zabuza’s eyebrows rose. This was an unusual punishment for breaking silence. Jesus, what the fuck had Kakashi said to earn this? Zabuza would be willing to let someone fuck Haku to learn that. Not that Iruka would do that. Iruka had probably never kissed a man other than Kakashi, let alone touched or fucked one. If he hadn’t seen Iruka fuck his sub with his own eyes, he’d probably have thought he was a virgin.

Iruka looked down at Kakashi and caressed his hair. “Poor boy’s all sulky and out of sorts,” he said to Zabuza, “He doesn’t like it when I let other dom’s punish him.”

Zabuza dropped his Bitter Crimson, and it shattered loudly, the red drink splattering his grey slacks and Iruka’s navy blue ones. Some drops of the drink landed on Kakashi’s skin, looking like blood splatter. The fallen drink looked like a pool of blood.

Before they could do anything, Gaara was there dumping some sawdust out of a gourd-shaped basket to keep the drink from spreading. As the blood was soaked up by the tan sawdust, Gaara said in a low voice that made Zabuza’s hair stand on end, “Bitter Crimson tears flow and mingle with the dust. The crimson tears feed my needs.” Then Sasori and Hidan were there, and Gaara was sent away. Soon Hidan took over the bar, the mess was gone except for the splatters on Zabuza, Iruka, and Kakashi. Sasori was called over to the front desk, no doubt to consult about what room to give the dom Neji and his sub Shikamaru who were there before the rich mahogany counter.

Deidara’s singing was over, and Haku arrived and knelt quietly by Zabuza. Zabuza and Iruka exchanged glances, and then headed over to the bar.

Zabuza and Haku resumed their places, and Iruka took the stool next to him. There was no pillow for Kakashi. Hidan was behind the bar and got Iruka his usual iced tea. Hidan was almost a stereotype of the California gay player. His bleached blonde hair was slicked back. His shirts were always open to the waist, and he shaved his chest. He wore a chain with a big medallion with the Roman numeral three on it—tacky. Zabuza liked to tease him that he looked like a collared sub with the chain. No one was exactly sure of the reason for the three on his medallion because Hidan spun a different story every time he was asked. Sometimes it was the holy trinity, other times it stood for a memorable threesome. Zabuza had heard at least four other reasons as well.

“He’s obsessed with blood,” said Iruka to his drink.

“Yes,” agreed Zabuza, knowing that Iruka was talking about Gaara. The crazy redhead had always bothered him, but the way he had reacted to that spilled drink tonight was unnerving. He was a mass of bottled bloodlust about to burst. If he did, whoever was around him had better be good at fighting, or it would be the bloodbath Gaara was lusting for.

Hidan leaned over and said, “Don’t worry, he’s not allowed to dom here. He goes to Manda’s, Orochimaru’s place, for his fixes when he craves a little blood.”

“He’s a danger,” said Iruka, upset.

“No, no, not little Gaara! No worries, Iruka! Sasori’s got him under control, and even Orochimaru has to obey the law,” said Hidan soothingly.

“That’s a place for pain sluts and the young and stupid. It should be shut down,” insisted Iruka, starting to sound righteous.

Zabuza groaned. Iruka on a righteous streak was horrible, truly horrible. “I’ve got to go to the john,” he said, standing, “You want to come, boy?” As he looked down, his eye meet Kakashi’s knowing one—fuck, Kakashi knew he was chickening out and running away.

“Orochimaru is lucky he isn’t in jail for statutory rape! I’m going to talk to the mayor again. It’s outrageous that Sandaime won’t close that place down. And the things they do with snakes—Animal Control should shut that place down and not merely give fines. Fines! It’s disgusting! I’m surprised that PETA isn’t involved!”

Zabuza fled, with Haku scurring after him at his heels. He knew Kakashi was laughing at him—well, laughing inside, of course, since a guy with something stuffing his cheeks out like that and his mouth taped shut could hardly laugh out loud. Fuck, Kakashi was a better man than him. Righteous Iruka—shit, he’d rather be at the mercy of Itachi’s whip for an hour than have to listen to righteous Iruka. The last time he’d done that he ended up picking up trash along the highway with some high school boys on a Saturday morning. Fuck!

Zabuza decided to just take Haku home—he’d told Iruka where he was going. Better to be safe than sorry. Fuck, he was a pussy.