Ultimate Sin

Ultimate Sin

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but my computer has been acting up and I had to write part of the story like five times. You’d think it would get easier each time but it didn’t. Please review and I’ll get the next HUGE chapter up. Man I can’t wait. It’s gonna blow your socks, pants and shoes off it’s so shocking. Lol. Edited by me so sorry for all the mistakes.

Warning: Yaoi sex, rape, violence, swearing, incest, language, pretty much everything possible

Disclaimer: Are you crazy? Of course I don’t own Naruto or make money from these stories…yet. Muawhahahahahaha!

The Breaking Point

Itachi Uchiha looked down at the papers in front of him, then to the silver haired man shifting nervously in the chair on the other side of his desk. His ex-lover looked haggard and worn and considerably older than he had only months earlier but then so did he. The dark circles that were under his eyes appeared to have become permanent during the many sleepless nights where he stayed awake, frantically trying to find his brother. He hadn’t told Sasuke that Kakashi was coming as his little brother, while understanding that Kakashi had been working to bring down the club, seemed disgusted that his ex had been there at all. Maybe his little brother knew something that Kakashi wasn’t telling.

He lifted the top page of the file, reading the police report before setting it back down and staring into the mismatched gaze that was eyeing him nervously. He released a soft sigh and closed the file, clasping his hands in front of him very business like.

“It’s an interesting case Kakashi and normally I’d jump at the chance to get into this kid’s head but you know they won’t let me say a word. There’s a significant conflict of interest of which I’m sure you’re painfully aware. I’d really like to help you out but this is out of my hands. There’s really nothing I can do here.”

Panic flashed through the mismatched eye and Itachi’s interest heightened as Kakashi began to talk, trying unsuccessfully to mask his pleading. “He doesn’t really have many people who could speak to his character. We have a preliminary hearing in a couple of days and I’d like to request that he be moved…under your care until the trial.”

Itachi eyed the silver-haired man with a very un-amused expression. “What?” The tone was flat and very acidic giving Kakashi the impression that he was crazy just for asking. He swallowed thickly and tried to calmly state his case.

“I was hoping that if we got permission from the judge that you would spend as much time as possible with him. He needs someone respectable to lay out what kind of person he is. None of the kids will work because of their situation and the DA doesn’t want them involved in the trial if possible. Namiashi is trying to sequester testimony from one of the older ones but we lost our best candidate in the raid.”

Itachi was silent for a minute, apparently considering Kakashi’s words. “I’m glad you got Raidou to represent him. He doesn’t do much criminal anymore so your kid must have a good case.” Kakashi nodded but paled when the raven smirked and asked the question he’d been dreading. “You spent a lot of time with him, why can’t you testify as a character witness?”

Kakashi wrung his hands and lifted his embarrassed but determined eyes to the dark gaze.

“It’s all in the police reports. The nature of our relationship is such that I should stay as far away from this as possible, though I will be speaking to the fact that we never would have been able to do this without him.”

A sleek black brow rose and pale, elegant fingers reopened the file. “Relationship? What exactly was going on during this investigation, Kakashi?” The silver haired man didn’t respond but explained with his eyes that it was personally important that this kid was okay. Sighing, Itachi closed the file again and laced his fingers together.

“It’s not an option right now. Sasuke needs me after all he’s been through and our parents are pretty much disgusted by the whole situation and haven’t been of much help. My first priority is to my brother and Naruto. They’ve both seen enough.”

Kakashi stiffened and shot his ex a death glare, his rage, not at the man himself but at the atrocious situation palpable. “Iruka’s been a part of this for eleven years. Eleven god damn years, Uchiha. That’s over half his life. The shit he’s been through…Look at the fucking pictures of his back for Christ sake!” Itachi didn’t open the file, knowing what he would find if he did. Sasuke had been evidence enough of the depravity of the club.

“My priorities are the same. I can’t put in the kind of time that would be needed right now.”

Kakashi silently stared at his hands trying to find the straw that would shred the rest of the respected shrink’s reservations when suddenly it dawned on him.

“Ask Sasuke.”

Itachi’s dark eyes widened momentarily before returning to their emotionless state. “What?”

“Ask Sasuke and Naruto if you should help him and see what they have to say, then call me when they tell you that there’s really no choice in the matter.” He stood to leave when he locked eyes with his ex. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“And I for yours,” the Uchiha replied as Kakashi turned to leave.

Itachi watched the muscular back as Kakashi exited his office before opening the file. The man always had been good at capturing his attention.

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Sasuke looked anxiously at his friend whose head was now lolling in unnatural sedation, especially unnatural for Naruto. He looked out the windows and could tell they were on the outskirts of downtown but in an area he didn’t know.

“Dobe, are you okay?” Naruto’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped lifelessly against the raven.

Sasuke’s black eyes widened in fear and he began to shake his friend. “Dobe! Dobe! Hey, Seito! Something’s wrong with my friend. He’s having some kind of seizure or something.”

Mizuki pulled to the side of the road and looked into the backseat. “Oh Christ! Hang on kid. Itachi’s going to kill me!” Mizuki turned forward again and pulled out his phone as he squealed his tires pulling out of the parking space. Mizuki was specifically chosen for this job because of his excellent acting skills. He had no doubt that he’d successfully convinced the preteen that he was genuinely concerned.

Pulling out his phone he pushed a speed dial and grinned a little bit as the phone began to ring and Mardra answered.

“You better have good news for me, Ice.” Mizuki watched Sasuke trying to wake his friend in the rearview mirror and turned his attention back to the road as he took a sharp right and headed toward the club.

“Yeah, it’s me. Look I’ve got a kid in the car who’s pitching some kind of fit.”

“If you made Sasuke overdose I’ll kill you on the spot.”

“Yeah, I’m here with Itachi’s brother and his little blonde friend is…well I don’t know, you’re the doctor.”

“Excellent work, Ice. How soon will you be here?”

“I’m about three minutes away. Okay thanks. You might want to call an ambulance just to be safe.” Snapping his phone closed he checked his rearview mirror again. “That was my friend who’s a doctor and lives in this area. He’s calling an ambulance to meet us there. It’s going to be okay, Sasuke.”

The raven teen was hardly listening to what the stranger was saying. He was gripping Naruto’s cheek and trying to get the blond to respond.

“Dobe…Dobe, open you’re eyes. Please look at me.” But Naruto was completely out of it, his head just falling to Sasuke’s shoulder, an incomprehensible mumble the only response. He grasped onto the blonde’s ridiculous orange shirt and pulled him closer. “Please don’t die, Dobe. Please be okay.”

The car’s tires squealed again as they pulled into an underground parking lot and Sasuke sighed in relief as the car pulled to a stop.

The door to Naruto’s side of the car opened and the silver haired man scooped the blond up in his arms. “Come on. Let’s get him inside.” Sasuke began to wonder about where they were when they passed the guard in front of the elevator. He began to get nervous when the elevator went down instead of up.

“Where are we exactly?” he asked but the silver haired man didn’t respond and stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened. Sasuke looked around the lobby of the club, his nerves on end as he took in several kids his age looking at him with sympathy. They all were wearing similar sweat suits and were cleaning or setting out candles on the tables. Jogging a few steps to catch up to his brother’s new lover, Sasuke caught his arm and pulled him around.

“Hey! What’s going on here? What the hell is this place?”

“Hello, Sasuke-kun.” Sasuke turned slowly towards the sound of the new voice and his jaw dropped.

“Uncle Mardra? What…” His skin crawled as his uncle stepped up to him and ran a thumb over his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe I finally have an Uchiha as a pet. I wanted your brother so badly but he was too old by the time I was ready for him.”

Jerking his face out of his uncle’s pale hand, Sasuke reeled back as the realization of his situation slowly set in.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t drug him Mardra-sama, but I got this one as a bonus,” Mizuki said, lifting his burdened arms to show off his other prize.

Stepping out from the office to see what was happening, Orochimaru stepped up to Mizuki. “Oh my, a blond. How exquisite.” He ran his hand over Naruto’s face and pulled up the orange t-shirt to expose more of the preteen body.

“Get away from him!” Sasuke screamed, but when he took a step towards his unresponsive friend his arm was twisted behind his back forcefully. He craned his neck to look up at his uncle. Dread coursed through his body at the hungry look on the pale face and he began to struggle as a strong hand began exploring his body.

“It’s good that he wasn’t drugged, Ice. This way I get to play with him right away. Come, Sasuke. Let me give you an idea of what to expect from your life from now on.”

Iruka closed his eyes as Mardra dragged Sasuke, kicking and screaming from the room toward the special torture chamber that Mardra used. It killed him to see someone else being brought into this life. He wanted to run over there and pull the child from Mardra’s arms but he had no where to go. He turned his gaze to his master who was taking the blond from Mizuki’s arms, the hungry look on his face reminding Iruka of how the snake used to look at him when he was younger. His shiver was amplified as Mizuki has snuck up behind him to whisper in his ear.

“Now it’s time for my reward.” Tears leaked from the corners of Iruka’s eyes as Mizuki led him toward the training room for what was sure to be a very rough session.

‘Please Kakashi,’ he prayed internally, ‘get us out of here.”

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Kakashi jerked awake from his bizarre dream, a heavy feeling of unease upon him. Something felt horribly wrong but it wasn’t anything he could place. His thoughts turned to his young lover, wondering what the teen was doing and if he was okay. His attention was drawn to the buzzing of his phone on the coffee table next to him. He flipped it open and glanced groggily at the time before brining it to his ear.

“Yeah.” Tsunade’s voice shouted through the receiver so loudly he had to hold the phone away from his ear. “What? What’s wrong? Slow down and stop screaming at me.”

“Where are you? Are you at home or at the office?”

“The office, why?” Kakashi sat up and grabbed a pen and a pad of paper incase Tsunade had something for him to write down.

“Because Jiraiya is on his way to kill you and I think he was going to your condo first. For fuck sakes Kakashi, what the hell were you thinking?”

Kakashi sat up, his face the epitome of confusion. “What are you talking about? Why the hell is he going to kill me?”

“Because you slept with that kid! Even if I could understand that part of it, I’ll never understand why you would give us that tape? He’s going to kill you and I mean really kill you.”

Tape…what ta… “Oh shit.” The recorder had been on when he’d slept with Iruka. He’d tossed it on the front seat of his car with the rest of them and then put them all into the envelope for the Sannins.

“Oh shit is right. Christ Kakashi, he’s just a child. How could you do this?”

Just as he was about to try to explain the door to his office was kicked open and there stood Jiraiya, looking angrier then Kakashi had ever seen him. “Tsunade, I’m gonna have to call you back…and if I don’t I’m de…” His words were cut off as the white haired cop lunged at him and threw him across the room.

“You son of a bitch! How could you take advantage of him like that? We chose you because we were sure you wouldn’t!”

Kakashi had just pulled himself to his feet when he was thrown again, slamming into his desk and knocking the papers and computer on it to the floor. He couldn’t really fight back as his mentor had good reason to be mad but on the other hand he didn’t think he really wanted to take much more of the savage beating he was receiving. Punch after punch was laid to his body as he tried to calm Jiraiya down and protect himself.

“It’s not what you think. He needed it. He was all over me!” Way wrong answer. Jiraiya growled in rage, dragging Kakashi up by his hair and punching him in the face.

“You sick fuck! Hasn’t he been through enough?” Jiraiya screamed, grabbing Kakashi by the throat and thrusting him up against the wall. “How the hell could you do this?”

“I…love…him!” Kakashi choked out while struggling to breath around the tight grip. There was a pregnant silence as the two men looked at each other. Jiraiya’s grip loosened a little and Kakashi took a deep breath, trying to let what he had said sink into his own brain.

He knew he was very attracted to Iruka. That he wanted desperately to save him from his life. That he wanted to keep the brunet in his life even after this whole mess was over.

“I love him,” he whispered again, believing it this time.

Horrible conflict passed over Jiraiya’s face as he tried to decide what to do. Releasing a growl of frustration he released Kakashi, letting the body slide to the floor before throwing himself into the desk chair and running a hand through his wild, white hair. When he finally looked back at Kakashi the younger man could see some form of apology in his eyes but it wasn’t voiced.

“Kakashi, since I found out about Iruka I’ve felt responsible for him. He’s technically my nephew and he’s never had someone to look after him. I’ve been…I’ve been thinking about how things would be if he were…my son. Then in my head he became my son.”

Kakashi didn’t say a word, partly because his jaw was killing him but mostly because he knew how Jaraiya was feeling. He’d been imagining Iruka as his lover and in his head Iruka had become his lover. But even though they’d slept together, Iruka wasn’t his lover. Iruka was a teen who he was trying to help, a job, someone he shouldn’t get emotionally involved with or the job could go to hell and people could get killed.

“Don’t you dare fuck him up anymore than he already is. Don’t you dare hurt him or I will kill you, Kakashi. If you really do love him then there’s not much to say but don’t you dare tell him that unless you mean it.” The severity and threat in Jiraiya’s eyes did not go unheeded and Kakashi gave a small nod before pushing himself slowly off the floor.

“He’s going to be okay. We’ll help him and he’ll be okay.” Jiraiya’s gave a small nod, his body relaxing as he rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head. Kakashi moved carefully to his mentor’s side, not wanting to bring on a new wave of violence. He gently rested a hand on Jiraiya’s shoulder, amazed at how much older than his age the man seemed to be. “I promise we’ll help him. I want to be the one to save him, Jiraiya.”

Dark eyes rose to his and Kakashi gasped silently at the look of confession there. “So do I, Kakashi. So do I.” Kakashi didn’t know what to say. Their situations were so similar but there was a very strong difference. Jiraiya wanted to be Iruka’s father where Kakashi wanted to be Iruka’s lover. Both were in protective, defender roles but it would be impossible for Jiraiya not to look at Kakashi and see another threat.

Kakashi sighed and looked down at his mangled desk. “It doesn’t matter as long as he’s okay. You better call your wife and let her know you let me off with a sound thrashing before she starts trying to cover up for her husband’s act of homicide.”

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Iruka winced as he reach down to dab the slash mark on the boy’s back, his own back stinging from the flogger Mizuki had used on him. His pain was irrelevant right now though. The raven haired boy below him needed him far more. The pale skin of the preteen’s back was marred by cuts and lash marks as well as bruises and the stoic little child was trying hard not to cry.

“He’ll probably leave you alone for a day or so to let you heal. He isn’t usually this rough on the first time.” Sasuke’s body tensed as Iruka pressed an icepack to his swollen face as the older man ran his fingers through the blue black hair. “Shhh, you’re safe now.” When the thin, pale body relaxed he moved his hands down to the heavily strapped ass and gently parted the cheeks.

“NO!” Sasuke screeched and twisted his body away from Iruka’s hands, struggling even harder when Iruka grabbed his wrist and tried to pin him to the bed. “NO! Let me go! Where’s Naruto?” Iruka threw all his weight down on Sasuke’s back cringing when a terrified scream tore from the child.

“Listen to me!!” he cried, hating to see the preteen afraid of him. “I was just checking to see if you were torn. I’d never touch you like that. I’m like you, merchandise. We have to look out for each other here.”

The pale body stilled again and Iruka loosened his grip on the narrow wrists. “I’m going to get off you now. Try not to move too much or you’ll reopen your cuts.” The head of raven hair bobbed and Iruka pushed himself off the small frame and replaced the icepack on the purpling jaw. “What’s your name?” He asked softly, just sitting beside the boy and softly massaging his scalp like his mother had done for him over a decade ago when he’d had a bad dream.

The boy tensed for a moment but when he turned his head to look into Iruka’s sad brown eyes he relaxed again and laid his head back down on the bed, staring blankly at the wall.

“Sasuke Uchiha.”

His breath hitching, Iruka’s finger’s stilled for a moment. “Uchiha? Jesus.” When Sasuke winced he resumed caressing his scalp. “I’m sorry, I just…Christ that’s fucked up. Do you know him well?”

“He’s my uncle. His son is my favorite cousin.” Closing his eyes, Iruka pushed away the palpable betrayal that the room was filled with, the sensation he knew all to well.

“I still need to make sure you’re not bleeding. Are you alright?” Fisting the sheets Sasuke nodded. “Okay, this will be a bit uncomfortable. Let me know if it hurts.”

Nothing about this would ever be sexy to him. In fact it often made him sick to his stomach. The only plus side to his duties was that he was helping the children. One teen had perforated his intestines once and Iruka hadn’t caught it. They’d all been told he’d been taken to the hospital but Iruka had known better. There was only one way out and that was in a body bag.

Gently parting the abused cheeks again Iruka slid a lubed finger into the abused hole gently, feeling around for tears. He heard Sasuke whimper and tried to reassure the boy. “I’m almost done. Hang in there, you’re doing great.” When a choked sob tore from the pale throat he quickly removed his finger. “Okay, okay. I’m done. Can you turn over onto you’re back? This will just take a second.”

Sasuke winced as he rolled over but laid still for the teen who didn’t seem to be much of a threat. His hands moved to cover his nakedness but to his surprise the brunet teen was already covering him with a sheet up to his hips. He watched the kind face as his abdomen was lightly prodded. ‘He’s trying to help me,’ Sasuke reassured himself as he forced his body not to flinch at the hands touching him.

“Have you seen my friend? He’s blond with blue eyes. Did this happen to him too?”

Sighing, Iruka pulled the rest of the blankets over Sasuke’s body. “I haven’t seen him since they brought you two in. I can try to find out where he is and no, I don’t think this happened to him. Mardra-sama is the one who likes to see pain.” ‘Orochimaru-sama just likes to see fear.’

Sasuke stayed silent for a few seconds before whispering a soft ‘thank you’ as Iruka stroked his hair.

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He hadn’t been poking around for information for more than half an hour before one of the guards led him to Orochimaru’s private room. The sight that met his eyes broke his heart. It was very similar to what he’d gone through when he’d first been brought to the club…but that hadn’t been his first sexual experience by a long shot.

The blond was tied to the bed, his cheeks red from the torrent of tears that he’d undoubtedly cried. The shining blue eyes turned to him and his chest tightened in grief. ‘No more. I can’t let this happen to anyone else.’ His body tensed as familiar hands slid over his body from behind him and that hated voice that his body couldn’t help but obey cooed in his ear.

“I’m so glad you could join us, Iruka-kun.” The hands slid under his shirt and pushed his sweats down off his hips. Ever the compliant toy he stepped out of them, not even thinking about the child tied to the bed. But his attention was drawn back to the trembling, tan frame when his guardian gripped his chin and began stroking his limp member. “Isn’t he beautiful, son? Look at that golden hair and blue eyes. He might even be more beautiful than you are.” Iruka shuddered as he worried about what was going on. This was just too familiar. Too much like…

“Well, maybe more beautiful then you are now. Remember when we were first together, Son? When Mardra came over to help me look after you?”

Iruka shuddered again as Orochimaru’s hand slid from his chin to slip a finger between the cheeks of his ass. “I was five and my parents were away for the weekend.”

The snake hummed in approval and squeezed Iruka’s cock which was hardening under his hand out of reflex to his master’s touch. “That was a fun weekend. We played for hours and hours before you fell asleep. Then when you woke up, we did it all again. Didn’t you enjoy yourself that weekend?”

The strong hand around him and the finger that was pressing into his ass brought Iruka back to that time. He had enjoyed most of it. He was too young to understand that they were taking advantage of him and they brought his tiny body to a dry, pre ejaculation orgasm so many times that over all it had been a pleasant experience. That had also been the first time he’d had a cock inside his ass. That hadn’t been as fun. He could remember Orochimaru on top of him grunting in pleasure as he cried, Mardra pounding into him and asking him if it hurt. Mardra’s gasps of delight and broken praises about how young he was rang in his ears.

“Yes Orochimaru-sama”

Another finger pressed into his body and the thin pale lips attacked his neck. “Call me Daddy right now, my son.”

‘You’re not my father!’ Iruka’s disgusted mind screamed even as his legs spread wider for his guardian.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a good boy. Do you know why I brought you here, Son?” Shuddering at the sound of the word son against his neck, Iruka shook his head. He knew what was coming but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t do it to this innocent boy who was crying again and struggling against his restraints. “I brought you here because I want to introduce you to the newest member of our family. This is Naruto, you’re little brother. Now we’re going to induct him into the family the same way I inducted you.”

Tears were streaming down Iruka’s face now as he shook his head from side to side. “No…”

“Yes. I want you inside him as I fuck you hard. Don’t you want to make your little brother feel good?”

“No, please!” Iruka clutched at his last desperate attempt to make Orochimaru change his mind as his hands clutched to the man’s body. “I’ll be good! Aren’t I good to you? I’ll do whatever you want just tell me you don’t need him! Tell me I’m good enough!”

But his guardian saw through his little ploy as he maneuvered their bodies to the bed. “Aww, are you jealous of your little brother, Iruka? You want to keep me all to yourself? What would your silver haired client think? Would Master Hatake be heartbroken if you told him you couldn’t suck his cock anymore?”

Iruka saw the blue eyes go wide at the mention of Kakashi’s last name and turn to Iruka as if for conformation of what he’d heard.

“I...I thought you were happy. He spends so much on me I thought you’d be pleased. I’ll never touch him again if you don’t take Naruto.”

The hand around his cock let go and jerked his head back. “This isn’t a negotiation!” Orochimaru hissed as he tossed Iruka on top of Naruto. “You have two minutes to get him ready.”

Iruka turned to the little blonde child, his tears landing on the tan cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he lubed up his fingers in preparation to stretch the small body.

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Kakashi looked around the lobby of the club, his heart beating as he looked but couldn’t find his Iruka. Pushing down his nervousness he took his usual spot at the bar, the bartender already pouring him his usual drink before he even had to ask.

“Where are the owners this evening?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The bartender smirked and poured himself a shot. “They’re breaking in new merchandise. Two very spectacular subjects. They may be on the floor later when they’re done.”

Kakashi shivered and didn’t ask any details. He really didn’t want to know. “And where’s Dolphin this evening? He hasn’t been purchased already, has he?” Kakashi was later than he thought he’d be. He’d been icing his face all day to keep the swelling and bruising down but how he’d gladly have looked battered and beaten if it would keep Iruka out of anyone else’s hands. But the bartender just laughed and shook his head.

“No. I believe he’s with his new little brother. Orochimaru-sama found himself a new favorite. Mardra-sama too. I suspect it won’t be long before Dolphin is taken off the floor completely. He’s getting older you know. I just wonder what will become of him. I don’t think Orochimaru-sama will let his precious son go completely.”

Sighing in fake exasperation Kakashi slumped back in his chair. “Whatever shall I do without my Dolphin for the night?”

The bartender pondered thoughtfully as he glanced around the room. “Well knowing your tastes, I’d recommend Kitten. He’s a little older than most and his place here is far from secure right now. He hasn’t been purchased in a while, just enjoyed on the floor. I know how you love to play god and feel like a savior.”

Kakashi glared at the man’s knowing smirk but didn’t disagree. “Fine, show him to me.” Soon a dark haired teen with almost black eyes was standing in front of him, the obsidian eyes shining with hope as the blue yukata slid open a little to show off his developing body. Feigning reluctance, Kakashi slouched in his usual bored manner.

“How much?”

“Three thou.” Nodding Kakashi pulled some money out of his jacket and passed it to the other man. “I still want Dolphin as soon as he’s available. Send him up to our room.” Kakashi took the offered key and followed the beaming teen up the stairs.

It was awkward at first, trying to make it clear in very subtle ways that Kakashi didn’t want anything sexual from the boy. But Kakashi was glad of his choice when he realized that Kitten was the Izumo that Iruka had mentioned. Instead he ordered ridiculous amounts of food for them, smiling at the way that the teen sank his white teeth into the juicy steak without using cutlery, tearing into the beef like a young wolf.

“You’re all far to skinny. Eat as much as you like but be careful you don’t make yourself sick.” Izumo smiled and nodded as he swallowed his mouthful.

“Thank you so much. I’ve been getting less and less to eat lately. They’re trying to keep me small.” Kakashi growled softly at the horrid notion. “Can I ask you a question, Sir?” Looking up, Kakashi nodded, hoping it wouldn’t be too hard a question to find an answer to. “If…if you didn’t want me to…you know, why did you bother to pay for me?”

Smiling Kakashi leaned back into the couch and tucked his hands behind his head. “Maybe I just wanted your company?” They both chuckled lightly and grinned at the idea of someone paying three thousand dollars for company. “No, to be honest it’s expected of me, and I bought you because Iruka was so worried about you.”

Izumo smiled sadly and wiped his fingers off on the napkin. “You really care about him, don’t you?” When Kakashi nodded he swallowed and bit his lip. “Have you…you haven’t…hurt him, have you?”

Kakashi let out a long sigh and raked a hand over his face. “It’s complicated. We’ve had sex and I hope to god that I haven’t hurt him. I want to help him.”

Izumo smiled in relief, hoping that this man would take Iruka away from all this but at the same time scared to even think about what this place would be like without Iruka there to hold them all together. “Are you going to buy him permanently?”

Kakashi frowned for a moment, forgetting who he was talking to before he remembered that Izumo didn’t really know who he was. “Uh, I’d like to. I don’t know if it will be allowed though.”

They kept chatting for a while before Kakashi held up the soft blanket on the couch and motioned for Izumo to join him. Carefully wrapping the blanket around the slim shoulders he pulled the teen to his side. “I heard about your friend. How are you doing?”

At first Izumo put on a brave face but it wasn’t long before he was crying into Kakashi’s shoulder while the silver haired man stroked his back. Eventually Izumo quieted in Kakashi’s arms and began to drift off to sleep making Kakashi wonder where that sobbing was coming from. He looked around the room and found Iruka curled up by the door, his tan face buried in his knees.

“Iruka?” The brown eyes peeked over the knee caps but Iruka turned his face away, not wanting to look back at that sight again. He’d come into the room almost ten minutes ago and been shocked to see Izumo nuzzling Kakashi’s shoulder while his lover stroked the ebony locks tenderly. It had hurt a lot but in truth Iruka had been so upset that it had almost felt right. Soon Kakashi would know what he’d done and would never want to touch him again so it was for the best. He curled in tighter to himself as he felt warm hands on his knees and back. He pressed himself further into the corner but there was no room left for retreat.

“Iruka, it’s not like that at all,” Kakashi whispered as he rubbed the silk covered back. “I asked him about your friend, that’s all. Please don’t cry, Baby.” His eyes widened as Iruka pushed his hands away and started telling Kakashi not to touch him.

“What’s wrong? Iruka, look at me.” He pulled the shaking frame onto his lap and tilted the bronze chin so they were looking each other in the eyes. “Tell me what happened. Are you hurt?”

Iruka pulled back and looked into Kakashi’s one visible eye, his voice quivering as he spoke. “I’ve done something terrible and…and I can’t do this anymore!” He broke down completely, holding onto Kakashi for dear life.

Izumo watched from the couch in shock. He’d never seen Iruka break down like that in all the time that he’d been here. Iruka had always been the rock that held all the toys together. Even when he was ten and had been inducted into the club Iruka had helped the older boys stay sane, having had four years of ‘experience’ already. Izumo had only been at the club for three and a half years and was quickly beginning to see what a strain Iruka’s life was on him. Dolphin seemed so strong most of the time but inside he was just as scared and sad as the rest of them. He watched in shock as the client pressed his lips gently to Iruka’s face, trying to quell the man’s tears.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Tell me what happened. Shhh, you’re with me now. I won’t let anything happen to you.” But Kakashi’s words only seemed to make Iruka cry harder. His unease growing, Kakashi tilted the bronze chin and pressed their mouths together, tensing as Iruka sobbed into his lips. “Please talk to me, baby. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Iruka clung to Kakashi a little tighter, not wanting to let go but not wanting to be close either. It hurt too much to be so close. It was crushing him already to think that Kakashi wouldn’t come to see him anymore, not after what he’d done.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to. He made me. The kid was crying and I didn’t want to but Orochimaru-sama would have done so much worse to him. He wants to make Naruto part of the family which means he’d be like me to Orochimaru-sama and I don’t want that for him.”

Kakashi tensed at the mention of the familiar name, his fingers tightening on Iruka’s arms subconsciously. “What did you say?” Kakashi whispered, not wanting to believe it could be true, that poor little Naruto who had already been through so much could be in a place like this.

He listened in horror as Iruka recounted the past day, Sasuke and Naruto’s abduction, Sasuke’s beating and rape and then the horrific events with Naruto that Iruka had been party to. His stomach churned as he thought about Iruka taking the brunt of the snake’s wrath as he tried his best to shield Naruto. But even though Iruka was reaching hysterics he was in too much shock himself to comfort the teen. It was Izumo who crawled over to Iruka and wrapped himself around the trembling body, soothing him with gentle whispers and small kisses to the bronze temple.

“Please don’t give up Iruka. We all need you. You always take such good care of all of us…please don’t lose hope now.”

It was amazing to watch Iruka’s change in demeanor, going from sobbing child to reserved protector in seconds. The shaky breathing evened out and the tears stopped as Iruka pulled Izumo onto his own lap and nuzzled the dark locks. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know. I guess I’m just so used to you being our rock that I forget that you’re in the same boat as the rest of us...an even worse situation than the rest of us.” To that Iruka just sighed and held the teen a little closer. This type of intimacy and comfort was common between the toys. It was even more common for the boys to pair off, like Izumo had with Kotetsu. But over and above that, kisses and touches had become an accepted form of the expression of care. Mardra and Orochimaru had always encouraged it, making it easier for pairs to perform when the occasion arose.

Kakashi watched with increasing discomfort…especially in the pants area as the pair traded chaste kissed on cheeks, temples and foreheads before Izumo cupped Iruka’s face and pressed their lips together.

‘Okay, this has to stop now. So wrong!!!!’ Kakashi thought as he jumped to his feet. “Okay, you guys have to cut that out. I’m only human.” He adjusted his erection in his pants, hoping the two teens didn’t notice. Sure it was wrong but how the hell was he supposed to react? Bits of creamy and bronze flesh were peeking out from beneath the blue and red silk in the most tantalizing way making Kakashi close his eyes, trying to block the mental image.

“Why don’t you go run a bath. We’ll be right there.” Iruka whispered to Izumo, who recognized the desire for some privacy. He plodded off to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Kakashi tensed as Iruka wrapped his arms around him from behind and untucked his shirt from his pants. He felt the teen nuzzle his shoulder as a tan hand snaked its way under his shirt.

“Iruka…” Kakashi whispered, turning to look Iruka in the eye. He’d meant it as a warning but when he looked at the young man and saw the pained need in the coffee eyes his resistance crumbled. Cupping the bronze face he pressed their lips together gently. “I know you think you need this and maybe you do, but someday I’m going to show you there’s a better way.”

He smoothly maneuvered Iruka to the bed, pulling open the red, silk robe and kissing his way up the lightly defined stomach as Iruka pulled off his shirt. He pressed his lips to the brunet’s sternum, holding the lithe body tight as he nuzzled between the lightly defined pecks. Iruka smelled like sex from his earlier bout with Orochimaru and Naruto but Kakashi tried to smell past that, to the smell of laundry detergent and that earthy scent that was uniquely Iruka. Enticed by Iruka’s sexy moans and whimpers he pulled himself up the bronze body so he could capture the soft full lips again.

Izumo watched in wonder through the crack in the door as the two men moved together. He’d always had a little bit of a crush on Iruka and he honestly didn’t know who to be more jealous of right then, Iruka who had a client who was unlike any client he’d ever had or Kakashi, for gaining favor in Iruka’s heart. They looked so good together, opposites on the bed, Iruka dark and Kakashi light. It was the way that they looked at each other that made him the most jealous and also the most pleased. There was so much passion in their eyes. So much love and so much tenderness, it was the way that Kotetsu used to look at him and it made his heart ache. Very quietly he closed the door and went back to filling the tub. ‘Good for you Iruka. I hope you’ve found what you were looking for.’

Looking down at the bronze beauty beneath him as he kicked off his pants, Kakashi was consumed by how special the young man was. He’d been through so much, he’d survived so much. He was strong but so fragile at the same time. Cupping the dark chin, he pressed their lips together, letting all that was Iruka consume him. The buzz of a moan against his lips made his whole body throb with desire as he settled himself between Iruka’s thighs.

“Iruka…” he purred, nipping at the bronze collar bones. He looked up at the beautiful face just in time to see the full, sexy lips whisper the words he both longed and dreaded to hear.

“I love you.”

His body tensed at this moment of truth. But now, looking down at the teen he just couldn’t resist, no matter how much his brain told him to wait.

“I love you too.”

Clashing of lips and teeth, hungry desperate clawing at pale skin, the soft groan as the tight tan body was impaled. Soon they were moving together in feverish delight, Iruka moaning and panting in pleasure and Kakashi gasping and praising the young man as he slowly fucked the teen. Passion was the emotion of the night. It was palpable in the air as the pair, the couple, made love.

“Say…say it again,” Iruka panted between heated kisses. He was desperate to hear those words again. He wanted to hear them spoken in passion like that his whole life but he’d only ever heard them from Orochimaru and Mizuki and of course his parents when he was young. But hearing those words from sexy, strong, caring Kakashi blew his mind. ‘How could someone like him love someone like me?’

“I love you, Iruka. I’m so in love with you,” Kakashi gasped as Iruka threw back his head and the warm passage tightened around him. “And not because of this, not because you sleep with me. I love you. You…” He trailed of as Iruka’s body trembled with sensation, his words seemed to be effecting the teen more than his actions. He wrapped his arms under Iruka’s shoulders, holding the small body close. “I love you,” he whispered again as he gently kissed the long column of Iruka’s neck. The bronze body shuddered in response, a soft moan of longing pulling from the addictive soft lips. He rocked into the tight body again, whispering the words again as he did so. The result was the same, Iruka shivering with pleasure as if the words were physically caressing him and a pant and gasp tore from that sweet mouth. He repeated the words with every thrust until he moved his face up to look at the beautiful face. Tears of what he hoped was happiness were pouring down the tan cheeks so he cupped them and brought their foreheads together.

“Don’t cry, baby. Are you torn, am I hurting you.”

“No,” Iruka whispered, his hands carding into Kakashi’s hair. “I just don’t want this to end…and I know it will. I know soon this will all be over and…and I don’t know what this means for me.”

Kakashi pulled out of the inviting body with a sigh and a long groan of loss before pulling Iruka’s head to his chest. “I don’t know what will happen to you. I really don’t. I know of two people who would like to make you family.” He looked down at Iruka to gauge his reaction but the bronze face remained fairly impassive, just a slight widening of the eyes and furrowing of the chocolate brows. “As for myself…” He flipped Iruka so he could easily look the teen in the eye. “There may be times when we can’t be together, especially after we first get you out of here, but I want you to remember that I want to be with you. I want to get to know you better and take care of you and show you what it really means to live.”

Iruka’s eyes sparkled with emotion and he snuggled closer to Kakashi, trying to hide his tear stained face. Kakashi wasn’t having that though, tilting Iruka’s face and brushing the new tears off of the high cheek bones. “I love you, Iruka. I’m not letting you go until you tell me to, okay? So don’t worry about me disappearing from your life. I’ll be here for you for as long as you want me.” He could only smile sadly as Iruka clung to him like he was a god, like he was the most precious thing in the world but if he let go Kakashi would just slip away. It took several minutes of comforting and reassuring before Iruka let Kakashi carry him into the bathroom where Izumo was already lounging in the whirlpool tub. Suddenly very aware of how naked he was Kakashi quickly settle Iruka in the tub and just sat down on the steps behind him.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Iruka asked, batting those big brown eyes teasingly, knowing very well that the answer was no. Kakashi just nuzzled his neck and placed a soft kiss on his jaw before standing up and going to the other room to retrieve his clothes. By the time he was back in the bath room Izumo and Iruka were out of the tub and covered by towels. It was a little awkward having Izumo there so it wasn’t long before they headed back downstairs. Izumo went back to work but Iruka followed Kakashi to one of the alcoves in the wall and curled up on the large bed like cushion with him. They hid in the shadowy area, trading kisses and partaking in the occasional heavy make out session while Kakashi surveyed the room and listened to Iruka’s occasional comments on customers. They didn’t speak much though, not trusting that they weren’t being listened to. Kakashi was debating about calling it a night, the room having cleared out almost completely, when a very familiar voice drew is attention.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Don’t you talk to me like that you insolent shit!”

“He’s your fucking nephew! What the hell? How long have you been planning this you sick fuck?”

Kakashi rolled Iruka so that the teen’s back was to the room and cautiously peeked over the silk covered shoulder, his heart breaking when he took in the two raven haired men who were arguing.

“This is too much! I’m taking him home!”

Mardra sneered at his son, his tone so mocking it made Obito flinch. “Whatever will Itachi say when Sasuke tells him that you just walked in here and took him back? Don’t be stupid, boy. I’ve finally got an Uchiha, I’m not giving him up.”

Obito’s face twisted in disgust as he gaped at his father. “What the hell do you mean? Have you tried to get others into this sick existence?”

Mardra looked completely unfazed and shrugged. “I wanted Itachi but he was always too sharp to fall for my tricks. Sasuke was easier than I expected. Probably because I used his brother’s devotion to him against him.”

“You’re sick! Did you try to get me in here too? Is that why mom left?” In a flash Obito was pinned to the ground. He thrashed wildly, trying to buck his father off of him but it was no use. His father, having the element of surprise, had him too locked up to really move.

“Your mother left because she was a worthless cunt who didn’t want you. I can’t blame her. I never thought about bringing you here because you were never a worthy enough challenge. You’re so weak and pathetic.” Mardra’s sneering face turned thoughtful as he looked down at his son. “There is that draw of immediate blood relatives though. I’d love to have you and Sasuke tied naked to a bench, taking a whipping lash for lash. Do you think you would be able to last longer than your twelve year old cousin before you broke?”

Kakashi held tight to Iruka as his best friend in the whole world was degraded right in front of him. What he couldn’t understand was how Obito could know about this and not do something. It broke his heart to think about fun loving Obito being party to this in anyway.

“Get off me! I’m going to the captain. This has to stop.” One of Mardra’s hands gripped Obito’s pale chin and squeezed harshly.

“Aren’t you forgetting something? Who cleaned up your mess after your drunken ass smashed into that minivan and killed that pregnant woman? I know you’re lacking brain capacity but college wasn’t that long ago. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who kept you out of jail and paid off her family to keep them from coming after you. You might as well be in here because I own you.”

Kakashi watched Obito slump in defeat before burying his face in Iruka’s chest. “Oh god. I can’t believe what I just saw.” Fingers pulled through his hair gently and he felt like the child for once in their relationship, just reveling in the comfort of Iruka’s touch.

“He comes in every once and a while but he never touches us. He just comes in to talk…well, yell at his father. That’s all, really.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s that he knows about this place and hasn’t done anything. He’s a cop, Iruka. He’s probably the one that’s been leaking information about when cops were looking into the club. How many good men have lost their lives because of him?”

Iruka didn’t respond, just held him until Kakashi was sure that Obito wouldn’t still be in the parking lot. They shared one more heated kiss before Kakashi grudgingly left. He really didn’t want to be alone right now but he didn’t have much choice.

Iruka slipped into the dormitory and went to check on Sasuke, freezing when he saw Naruto sitting on the edge of the raven’s bed. His whole body tensed and so did the blonde’s but Sasuke put a calming hand on the tan shoulder.

“You look a bit better, Sasuke.” Iruka commented, keeping a bit of distance so he didn’t scare the blond off.

“Thank you again. I’d be in much worse shape if you hadn’t helped me.” Iruka nodded but turned his eyes to Naruto who was blushing and avoiding his gaze.

“Naruto…” He took a step forward but retreated when the blond tensed and the azure eyes widened with fear. Cradling his forehead in his and Iruka slumped dejectedly. “I’m very sorry, Naruto. I really didn’t want to do that to you. I just hope I didn’t hurt you and that you realize that it would have been much worse for you if I hadn’t.” The blond didn’t respond but shifted closer to Sasuke and nodded mutely. Creeping closer, Iruka kneeled beside the bed, trying not to wince when Naruto pulled his legs up and put Sasuke between them. “Don’t breathe a word of this but you two deserve to know. Hatake Kakashi was here tonight.” Sasuke eyes widened and Naruto clapped a hand to his mouth and looked like he was going to be sick. “No, it’s okay. He’s trying to get us out and says they’re almost ready to move. He’s been working towards this for weeks. I’ve been helping him.”

Sasuke still looked appalled and Iruka frantically signaled for him to keep his voice down. “How could he be in here and not do something? Who was he fucking to stay in here?”

“Sasuke…” Naruto whispered, clutching to the pale, lithe preteen’s robe but Iruka held up his hands to try to calm the boys.

“He would have been killed and none of us would ever have gotten out if he’d tried to do something on his own. And…he chose me because I was the oldest. I didn’t tell you this so you could hate him, I just wanted to give you some hope. We’re going to be out of here very soon so hang on.” The stoic boy was silent so Iruka just stood up and pulled the blankets over their legs. “Get some sleep. We have to get up in the morning to clean.” As he crawled into his own bed he couldn’t help but think that the two boys sort of reminded him of Kakashi and himself.

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Itachi stood at the door to Sasuke’s room and watched the two boys sleep. Naruto had been staying with them ever since they got rescued and spent every night in Sasuke’s bed. He’d been concerned about it at first but both boys seemed to be recovering mentally so far so he wasn’t going to push them. He was about to leave when eyes just like his turned to look at him.

“You should be asleep, Sasuke.”

“So should you,” the raven haired boy replied.

Settling himself on the edge of the bed, Itachi ran his fingers through his little brother’s hair. “Kakashi came to see me today.” He sighed as his little brother tensed, still not fully understanding the boy’s complete distaste for his ex. “He asked me for my help with someone…a young man named Iruka.” The dark eyes widened at the name and suddenly he had Sasuke’s full attention.

“Is he okay? Is he really going to jail?”

“I don’t know. Kakashi wanted me to stay with him until the trial and see if I can help him.”

The young, pale face looked conflicted. “What did you say?”

“I said that my place was here with you. Why, do you think I should help him?”

Sasuke said nothing at first, just turning his eyes to the ceiling. “He saved Naruto…and me. He saved all of us. I think you should do whatever you can for him. Especially if you can keep him out of jail.”

Itachi didn’t say anything in response, stroking the shiny dark hair gently. “Go to sleep. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Walking back to his study, Itachi sat down at his desk and tented his fingers. He sat like that for several minutes before picking up the phone and holding it to his ear as he dialed the number.

“Kakashi…When is his arraignment?” Sighing, the Uchiha picked up the picture of him and Sasuke on his desk and leaned back in his chair. “Yes, I’ll help you as much as I can.”