Zabuza's Arrangement

Zabuza's Arrangment
Title: Zabuza's Arrangment
Pairings: Kakashi/Zabuza
Warnings:Non-Con (at first), Spoiler, YAOI
Summary: How can Zabuza -still- be alive?! And this time, he's facing off against Kakashi alone... just the way he wants. ^^

This was my very first challenge, issued forth by my very best friend Corey! It hasn't been beta'd, cuz my editor is out of town (I miss you!!!). But it is a rough draft and am excited to see what people think of it! So, feel free to comment away.

“Konoha’s Copy Ninja, Hatake Kakashi. Am I correct?”

Kakashi rolled his eyes from behind his book, taking a moment to finish a rather erotic paragraph before lowering it a fraction to gaze over the top.

A man stood there, Kakashi’s shrouded face reflected back at him through tinted glasses. He was a tall lanky youth in a business suit, who reeked of wealthy refinement. Kakashi briefly wondered, taking in the man’s clean appearance, if he had ever even walked on a dirt path. The stranger’s hair was slicked back into a neat ponytail and had a thin line of a mustache that was properly groomed.

Kakashi said nothing, just raised his brows in an impatient gesture. The man cleared his throat, looking nervously around the bar room, before gazing back towards the Jounin. In his hands, he fidgeted with a bowler hat.

“I, ehm, needed to inquire upon your services… uh… if I could.” The man stammered. When Kakashi just continued to look at him in that irritated fashion, the man blushed a little and looked down at his feet. The ninja wasn’t making this very easy. “My name is Ochisuki Zakuro. I am an owner of merchant ships in the area…”

Kakashi held up one hand to silence Zakuro. “I’m already on a mission. If you wish to request Konoha’s services, you will have to go speak to the Hokage himself.”

Zakuro released a breath that could have been a laugh. Kakashi found his nervousness amusing. “Well, that’s just it, you see… I really can’t afford to leave my ship yard… we’re in a bit of a situation.”

He paused, hoping to see a sign of interest from the ninja. Maybe for him to put his book down or at least stop glaring at him. But there was nothing. In fact, Kakashi had raised his book again, which had a rather lewd drawing on the front of it, and had begun to read again.

“My men keep getting murdered…” Zakuro went on miserably, looking off to one side. Frankly, the sight of the ninja reading such a book in public was a little low class for Zakuro. “And the men who aren’t getting murdered are quitting out of intimidation. I am sure that this is because of my business rival Ganko. Frankly, he wants me to sell my company… and until now, I have stood my ground.”

“So… what are you asking me to do?” Kakashi mumbled on a sigh. It always seemed like someone was in a hopeless situation. Sometimes, he felt like he had heard it all. But even Kakashi was surprised at times.

“I just need you to get rid of the assassin Ganko hired, that’s all. I don’t want revenge, really! I just want to run my business without the fear of being murdered!” Zakuro’s eyes were large behind his glasses. His voice was almost a yell, but not quite.

Kakashi smirked beneath his gi. The man looked wealthy, that was obvious. He also looked desperate enough to pay almost anything Kakashi asked for. His current mission was simple enough. He just had to deliver some documents and return to Konoha. Another mission, one that was much more challenging, couldn’t hurt.

“Alright, Mr. Ochisuki… but it’s going to cost you.”


The moon just happened to be a full on that night. Its light shone down on the calm waters of the city’s ocean, casting the land in a blue light that was just sufficient enough for Kakashi to do his job. But so far, this mission was no more exciting than his first one.

He watched the docked ship with a half lidded eye, looking rather bored. Kakashi couldn’t exactly read his book in this dim light and Zakura had guaranteed that the assassin would indeed strike tonight.

There was a certain degree of tension among the ship’s crew, Kakashi noticed. They hurried to finish their nightly chores, barely talking to one another. Zakuro had told him nearly every other night, they had woken up to find a new corpse, their heads all sliced neatly off. This wasn’t an unusual technique for assassins who preferred their victims to remain nameless, but to do it in such an enclosed area was a bit original, Kakashi had to admit.

Kakashi had staked out a spot where he could clearly see the ship’s activities in the moon’s light. He had chosen a tree branch, a small distance up and hidden in leaves. He preferred to conceal himself in trees and perhaps that was just the way of the shinobi in Konoha, the village of Leaf.

“Didn’t think that idiot Zakura could find you, Hatake Kakashi.”

Kakashi’s senses snapped away from the ship and concentrated on the charkas around him. He sighed a little at the familiar feeling of a kunai blade against his throat. It seemed Kakashi had let himself get distracted. How silly.

“How rude. You know my name and yet I do not know yours.” Kakashi lazily drawled. He had let himself be caught off guard that much was true. But Hatake Kakashi was certainly full of surprises.

“You know my name… just as I know yours. I am a little hurt that you don’t remember me.”

Kakashi’s eye narrowed a little. The voice, he knew. It was none other than Zabuza’s. But he had seen him die twice and the second time he was fairly certain it was the last he would see the rogue ninja. So it was an impossibility for him to be holding a blade to his jugular now. Kakashi could feel the warmth of blood spreading throughout his gi as the kunai blade began to press a bit more firmly against his throat.

“Zabuza.” Kakashi whispered, not making any movements that would seem too sudden.

The blade came to lower slowly, however and Kakashi turned to gaze upon the bandaged face of Zabuza. The very ninja who was famous for his ruthless love for killing and bloodshed, the first real victory for his cell… how could he still be alive?!

“I thought for sure we had seen the last of you. You are full of secret techniques, aren’t you, Zabuza?” Kakashi murmured, silver brows raising slowly to gaze upon the man squatting on the branch.

“I am.” Zabuza replied simply, his eyes roaming over Kakashi boldly. Kakashi despised the look he was being given. It wasn’t fierce and challenging, as he had come to expect, but lustful and wanton. It made Kakashi feel very dirty.

“So. You’re responsible for the beheadings going on here?” If Zabuza wouldn’t look at him the way he wanted, Kakashi would have to force him to.

“I am.” Zabuza repeated, but he didn’t change his look. As a matter of fact… he was looking at him with even more fervor.

“Well… it seems I have been hired to kill you. Again.”

“How dreadfully exciting.”

“So. Shall we get on with it?” Kakashi was becoming unnerved by his calm nature. This wasn’t the same Zabuza as before. With the intent to kill and the confidence to do so. The confidence was not gone, that much Kakashi knew. But Zabuza didn’t seem interested in killing him.

“In time.” Zabuza murmured, his head tipping a little, surveying Kakashi’s face as if it was the first time he had ever seen him. “You haven’t lifted your headband yet. Don’t think you’ll need your magic little eye tonight?”

Kakashi’s gaze sharpened, preparing himself for the first strike. Truthfully, he suddenly wasn’t feeling his best. He felt a wave of exhaustion begin to wash over him. It was late but Kakashi had grown accustomed to being awake for several days at a time. This onset of weariness came as quite a shock to the Copy Ninja.

When the attack didn’t come, Kakashi frowned a little. What was Zabuza playing at? He held himself ready, his jaw hardening a fraction beneath his mask.

“I’ll tell you what, Hatake Kakashi… how about you and I make an arrangement.” Zabuza himself sounded a little amused in watching Kakashi shake his head, as if trying to clear the tiredness away.

“And what did you have in mind?”

“I’m not in the mood to fight, you see.”

“This is a benefit for me. Why should I care?”

“Because, the offer I have for you is a lot more beneficial to us both.” Zabuza almost purred this, which was creepy in itself.

“I’m afraid I’m not interested.” Kakashi retorted, removing a kunai blade from the pack on his hip and holding it at eye level, in a defensive gesture. Zabuza regarded him coolly, his actions not at all like Kakashi’s, but calm and collected.

“Well, if that’s how you feel, I am going to have to be more forceful then, aren’t I?” As if on cue, Kakashi suddenly saw darkness closing in around him, feeling himself growing lax. His legs began to give way and balance was not an option anymore. Kakashi felt his eye close as he fell… and then the darkness consumed him.

Kakashi had no idea where he was. But that wasn’t the first thing he noticed. The first thing he noticed was that he could move his arms or legs and it hurt when he tried. With dawning horror, Kakashi realized that not only his face was revealed… but the rest of him as well. He was nude. But his headband was still in tact over his eye. Damn.

He was in an ordinary room, with a single bed, small kitchen, and only one room set aside. The bathroom no doubt. The walls, ceiling and floor appeared to be made of stone. If they had been made of wood, Kakashi would have had a ray of hope on pulling the hooks that held his chains free. But that was dashed away.

“Sedative tipped blades. I learned after I fought you that sometimes extra precautions are very useful.” Zabuza’s voice drawled from behind him and Kakashi craned his neck to glare over his shoulder. He said nothing.

Zabuza had shed some clothing as well, looking a lot more casual. Kakashi noted that this was probably Zabuza’s residence, however small and cramped it was. The rogue ninja wore a tank top that led its way down a toned abdomen and into the waistline of a loose pair of pants. His feet were bare. The bandages on his face had been taken off as well; Zabuza’s face was surprisingly youthful.

“You were being very objective before, Kakashi. I can’t even have a conversation without you trying to kill me.” When silence only followed his remark, Zabuza continued. “I tried to be nice. I tried to be civil. I tried to make a deal with you.”

“That’s not my way.” Kakashi finally spoke, his eyes boring into Zabuza’s as the ninja moved around to face Kakashi.

“Exactly. So, as I said, I’m going to have to be more forceful.” Zabuza was swinging his large sword idly beside him. It was an intimidating sight, to see such a large blade being handled so easily. Zabuza’s arms were thick and ropey with muscle. Kakashi could see the scars in the man’s biceps from where he had once stabbed him.

“What exactly are you planning?” Kakashi forced himself to sound calm and brave. But inside, he was beginning to panic a little. He had never been in this situation before, where he was stripped of all of his weapons. He couldn’t even use mind-controlling techniques because his Sharingan remained concealed.

“I’m going to fuck you, Hatake. I am going to make you scream…” Zabuza was closing in slowly and Kakashi strained against the chains that bound his wrists together. As Zabuza stopped before the ninja, he ran a rough hand down Kakashi’s lanky chest, coming to pause at the rigid surface of his six-pack. “You have a beautiful body… I’ve wanted to make it mine ever since I first saw you.”

“How unfortunate.” Kakashi said coldly, lashing his body uselessly, trying to put any kind of distance between himself and Zabuza. Of course, this was impossible and when Zabuza refused to remove his hand, Kakashi stopped thrashing, dropping his head a little in a sigh. This wasn’t good.

Zabuza’s hand moved from his stomach, around to the small of Kakashi’s back, running his hand down the curve of the ninja’s buttocks and squeezing painfully. Kakashi breathed in heavily and held it. He wouldn’t grant Zabuza the satisfaction of knowing he was quite out of options.

“I was hoping this was going to be easy, Kakashi.” Zabuza sighed, stepping over to a small table he had near his stove, which was littered with small bottles of multi-colored liquids and weapons. Among them, Kakashi saw syringes and felt his stomach grow heavy. “You have too much dignity. It makes you arrogant. I doubt we can do this the easy way, but I don’t mind doing it the hard way…”

“Which is?” Kakashi asked, his eyes lingering on the bottles of liquids. He didn’t like where this was going.

“I am going to inject you with a truth serum… normally, most shinobi can fight off the effects of one with incredible ease, having built up a tolerance for it. But this is my own personal creation.” Zabuza lifted up a small bottle with green liquid inside that almost seemed to glow with an unnatural light. It was hypnotic, watching the fluids swirl and twist inside the tiny jar. “I find that it will crack even the toughest exterior.”

“And what exactly will that get you?” Kakashi raised a brow at Zabuza, feeling his lips quiver slightly. He hadn’t planned on this happening at all. Normally, Kakashi wouldn’t be bothered by this, having no real personal secrets about himself, even if he didn’t share every detail of his life with everyone. But he did have secrets about other people.

“The location of Konoha, to begin with. Then, the Third Hokage’s residence and how many ninja guard it at night. Then, perhaps, I will start to ask about your students… I would love to exact my revenge on them as well.” Zabuza’s voice had grown rather wicked and he was positively grinning. So that’s what he wanted. Revenge. “Do what I ask and we will both walk away from this happy. I will finish my mission on that pathetic ship and you will return to your precious village.” Zabuza started to fill a syringe. “If you refuse my little offer… we can always talk instead.”

Kakashi glared icily at Zabuza with his one eye, his body trembling in rage and his lips pulled into a tight line of anger. This ninja was black mailing him. Kakashi lowered his head and exhaled as steadily as he could. If Zabuza were to go after Naruto or Sasuke, it wouldn’t be so bad. The two had come quite a long way and were very capable of defending themselves. But what if he went to Sakura? She was good at some things, yes, but close combat wasn’t really her style. And what if combat wasn’t what Zabuza wanted? What if he were to rape her? It would be Kakashi’s fault. He made up his mind right there.

“Fine. I’ll do what you want.”

“Good.” Zabuza grinned broadly and from where Kakashi hung, it looked almost as if his teeth were pointed. “I must warn you, however, I will keep the syringe beside me the whole time… as well as a pair of handcuffs. I move very fast and that sedative I gave you has lasting affects, as you can tell.”

Indeed, Kakashi did still feel a little tired. His body was heavy with drowsiness and his head hurt a little. He knew his reflexes would be a little off balance for at least another hour. Zabuza had thought this out particularly well.

Zabuza walked over to the Copy Ninja, syringe in hand, and released his ankles first, then his wrists, allowing Kakashi a moment to rub the feeling back into his arms. Kakashi lifted his head, staring at Zabuza warily.

“What do you want me to do?” Kakashi mumbled, his eye once again drifting to the needle in Zabuza’s hand.

“On the bed. On your stomach.” Zabuza replied briskly, nodding towards it.

Kakashi moved over to it easily enough, not allowing Zabuza to see the mounting humiliation and panic in him. He had never been black mailed. Nor had he ever been raped. Like Zabuza had said, Kakashi had a lot of pride and didn’t particularly like the thought of being in this position. But he complied, crawling onto the bedspread and lowering himself onto his stomach, resisting the urge to snap his headband off. His Sharingan would use up too much charka at this point and he would probably pass out before he even met Zabuza’s eyes. It was a useless weapon at this point.

Kakashi could hear Zabuza moving behind him, could hear the rustle of fabrics and Kakashi closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything anymore.

“You have a gorgeous body…” Zabuza murmured from directly behind him and Kakashi felt strong hands running down his spine. “It belongs to me.”

“Like Hell it does.” Kakashi growled softly, refusing to open his eyes and remaining as stiff as possible.

“That’s not nice.” Zabuza’s voice sounded annoyed and Kakashi froze when he felt the sharp stick of a needle in his thigh. “Apologize.”

“I’m sorry. HEY! I’m sorry, ok? My body is yours.” Kakashi was starting to lose his composure now. It seemed Zabuza had him right where he wanted him.

“That’s a good boy…” Zabuza stroked his hand through Kakashi’s sterling hair as if he was caressing a favorite pet and leaned in once more to bite into the ninja’s shoulder blade. Kakashi hissed in a breath of pain and clenched his eyes a little.

Kakashi could feel Zabuza’s hands kneading into the flesh of his back, moving up towards his shoulders and neck. When he felt fingers touch to his lips, Kakashi dared to open his eyes out of curiosity.

“Take them into your mouth, Hatake.” Zabuza sounded entertained that Kakashi still had preservations.

Slowly, Kakashi opened his mouth and took in the first digit, allowing it to sit in his mouth. When he felt the familiar stab of the needle in his hip, however, he began to suck it, caressing the finger with his tongue. Zabuza slipped in his second finger and Kakashi repeated his actions.

Zabuza breathed in slowly, his own eyes closing at the new sensation that swelled throughout his body. He could feel himself growing hard fast and the little patience he had to begin with was growing dim.

Removing his fingers, Zabuza slid a moist trail back down Kakashi’s spine and the Copy Ninja shivered involuntarily.

“Lift yourself onto your knees…” Zabuza murmured, Kakashi responding almost immediately. When the ninja was positioned just how Zabuza wanted, with his hips in the air and his upper body still pressed into the mattress, Zabuza allowed his fingers to continue roaming down Kakashi’s back until they touched to his entrance.

Kakashi’s back arched and he grunted a little when Zabuza penetrated him, glaring over his shoulder. Zabuza only smirked and leaned over Kakashi, to place the syringe on a bedside table and bring his other hand between Kakashi’s thighs.

“You need to relax… or I am the only one who will be enjoying this…” Zabuza explained as he began to stroke Kakashi’s limp member into life. Kakashi fought against his own urges as hard as he could. But regardless of his feelings of extreme hatred towards the ninja, his body was beginning to respond to the stroking, wet fingers inside of him and the firm hand on his shaft. Kakashi despised his body.

Zabuza said nothing, thankfully, just continued to stroke Kakashi’s hardening length. He wasn’t being as rough as Kakashi expected, appearing to be tending to Kakashi’s pleasure before his own. When Zabuza removed his fingers from Kakashi, the ninja was surprised at the vague feeling of disappointment that accompanied the vacancy.

“Have you been with many men, Hatake?” Zabuza murmured softly and Kakashi was so unbalanced by the question he dared to look over his shoulder, raising his brows a little.

“…a few.” Kakashi answered reluctantly. He didn’t want Zabuza to get the idea that he liked this sort of thing. But he did. Zabuza’s hand had slowed in its pumping, going at a slow, teasing pace that made Kakashi buck his hips a little. Zabuza chuckled softly.

Zabuza finally released Kakashi, to remove his own clothing and Kakashi wasn’t at all shocked to see his erection was already at full mast. Zabuza crawled back onto the mattress and positioned himself on his knees behind Kakashi, stroking himself leisurely. It was then Kakashi came to a frightening realization.

“You aren’t going to… I mean, you have lubrication, right?” It was an embarrassing question for Kakashi, but the pain and discomfort outweighed his pride at the moment. Zabuza only laughed again and Kakashi scowled.

“I leave that task to you. If you want lubrication, you will have to provide it and decide how much is sufficient for you.” Zabuza continued to pull on his erection slowly, watching Kakashi weigh his options.

When Kakashi slowly turned so that he was facing Zabuza, the ninja chuckled yet again and lay back on the bed, near his bedside table and the truth serum. Kakashi adjusted himself to that his mouth was near the throbbing length.

“Get on with it then.” Zabuza ordered and with a final pang of self-hatred, Kakashi lowered his mouth onto Zabuza’s erection. Zabuza’s hands instantly fell to gently grasp at Kakashi’s hair, guiding the Copy Ninja in his movements. Kakashi allowed him to. He just wanted this to be over with.

Kakashi’s mouth was hot and slick against Zabuza’s rigid length, moving at a rhythm that was measured and firm. His tongue dragged along the prominent veins, angling his head to take Zabuza into the back of his throat, then withdraw enough to suck the head, applying pressure to it and lapping at the slit before lowering his head once more.

Zabuza’s breathing had become heavy and deep, his hands tightening a fraction in Kakashi’s hair to urge him to go at a quicker, more satisfactory pace and once again, Kakashi complied, bobbing his head rapidly on the base of Zabuza’s throbbing member. His hand came up, to caress the man’s testicles with a gentle firmness that made Zabuza’s toes curl and Kakashi halted when he heard Zabuza suck in a breath and hold it.

Zabuza sat up just as his mouth released him and pushed Kakashi back onto the mattress. He lifted Kakashi’s knees up over his shoulders and Zabuza smirked down at him.

“There. This isn’t so bad, is it?”

“Just hurry it up. Please.” Kakashi sighed, gazing up at Zabuza. He couldn’t lie about enjoying this, because it was rather obvious he was. But it didn’t mean he was ready to lose the last shred of dignity he had.

Zabuza adjusted behind Kakashi, giving himself a quick pump before thrusting forward. Kakashi grunted softly, his hips reacting instantly and rolling into Zabuza’s own. Zabuza grinned at this, grasping Kakashi’s thighs and making his strokes long and slow on the withdrawal. He didn’t want the ninja to be only accepting, but needy as well.

When Zabuza’s own length began to throb impatiently, he grunted softly and let his head roll back on his shoulders. Kakashi was lifting his hips into each thrust, his lips pulled back to reveal clenched teeth. Zabuza waited for Kakashi to give a helpless groan and grasp at Zabuza’s own hips to encourage a faster pace before making his thrusts shorter and quicker.

“Yeah…” Zabuza moaned, his own eyes coming closed and he reached forward to grasp Kakashi’s arousal in his fist and began to pump in time with his jerking hips. Kakashi arched his back, his chest heaving a little as he tossed his head helplessly against the mattress. He could feel himself growing close, could feel the heat spreading throughout his abdomen and thighs, and Kakashi bit his lower lip, concentrating on the feeling to distract himself.

Zabuza applied pressure on Kakashi’s shaft, feeling himself teetering on the brink. He slammed himself into the ninja once more, giving a quick, firm pull on Kakashi’s length before melting away into a long release, grunting when he felt Kakashi clench inwardly around him.

Kakashi growled softly, lifting his hips once more and holding them there as he too allowed his orgasm to explode. He was vaguely aware of his pulse in his ears and the erratic pull of his breathing, but mostly, Kakashi just focused on the warm sensation of his climax spreading throughout him.

Zabuza continued thrusting into Kakashi until hypersensitivity set in and he pulled out, panting softly as he watched the ninja before him slowly open his revealed eye and stretch out.

“Satisfied?” Kakashi’s voice was thick and heavy. Somehow, it retained its cold tone. But this didn’t bother Zabuza. That had been fucking amazing.

“Very. Now, get dressed. Go back to your village.”

“I can’t do that. I have a mission. I’ve never failed one yet.” And Kakashi wasn’t going to let this one be his first.

“You’re still on that?”

“Guess I am.” Kakashi was leaning over the bed, pulling on his pants that Zabuza had folded neatly on the floor.

“I’ll tell you what, Copy Ninja. Stay here tonight… and tomorrow, I’ll just take off. I’ve already been paid, I don’t give a damn about Ganko or his idiot rival.” Zabuza could easily go again, he could actually feel the stirrings of a second erection pulling on him.

“You could do that? Just leave without finishing your mission?” Kakashi smirked, regardless of how little respect he had for Zabuza as a shinobi.

“Of course. What do I care?”

Kakashi paused in zipping up his pants, considering. His body was still tired and he really wasn’t feeling up to a long, strenuous battle with a ninja that refused to die… so he looked towards Zabuza and smirked, crawling back towards him.

“Very well. But this time… I’m on top.”


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Kakashi and Zabuza belong to the series Naruto. I take no credit for them. Yeah. Like I could make characters that were that cool. *continues to chase Kakashi around with a giant fishing net*