A Night Out

“This is all for today, people.” Kakashi said to the small group of tired-looking students.
“Don’t forget to read chapters 3rd to 6th from the books I gave you three days ago – we will be discussing the post-war situation in Berlin after the signing of the peace treaty, so I want you to be at least a little bit prepared, unlike your usual state of knowledge, when you come in for my class next time.”

A half-hearted chorus of voices answered from the back of the room:

“Haaai, Kakashi-sensei!”

Kakashi sighed and without looking up, began to pick up his things from the desk. At 34, stuck teaching history in a small university, his life appeared to be the farthest from what he had imagined once – before his father’s suicide, before his own accident that severely damaged his eye – a military or even law-enforcement career became impossible.

The door of the room opened again with a loud creak and Kakashi looked up to see the newcomers – his colleague Asuma, followed by his assistant Shikamaru. There was a smoking cigarette hanging from the corner of the man’s mouth.

“Smoking is forbidden on University grounds…” Kakashi said automatically.

“So uptight, Kakashi.” The man muttered, but smiled. “Besides, the classes are over.”

He looked at his watch:

“It’s almost 7o’clock, Kakashi. All the students are gone.

Neji rolled her eyes.

“I am here, and you’re stinking up my clothes.”

“Says the person whom I caught smoking in the bathroom.”

“I don’t mind stinking myself up, I just don’t like it when other people do it.” The younger man said but grinned amiably at his superior.

Surreptitiously, the large man took the cigarette out and quickly stubbed it on the sole of his shoe.

“Wuss.” He muttered and turned to Kakashi again: “You need to loosen up a little, blow some steam. Why don’t you come with us tonight?”

“Come where?”

Asuma grinned:

“To Amegakure.”

Kakashi looked at his colleague incredulously:

“A night-club? That’s your idea of a good time? What are you, a frat boy?”

It was Asuma’s turn to roll his eyes:

“No. And neither am I a shriveled up stuffy professor who has nothing to do but to mope all evening – something you are about to become.”

“I am NOT shriveled.” Kakashi said with indignation.

“Eh… you know I didn’t mean it that way.”

Shikamaru was snickering next to his boss:

“What Asuma means is that you need to go out more, my friend. Really, come with us.” he paused, looking for a reason to make him come “I heard that Iruka-sensei might show up there too.” The brunette teased and waggled his eyebrows at him.

That caught Kakashi’s attention. He’d been trying to catch the man’s attention for several months now, having a helpless crush on him, but so far he’d been completely unsuccessful. Iruka barely acknowledged his existence, let alone flirt with him.

“I have nothing to wear to a place like this…” he muttered.

“We’ll go by my place and figure something out.” Asuma told him.

Two hours later, the bouncers let the trio inside the club. As he followed the other two Kakashi surreptitiously tugged at the tight pale blue shirt he was wearing, hoping that it’d actually cover the thin slit of bare skin above the low-riding waist of the blue jeans Asuma had lent him, claiming that they should fit Kakashi, because they were too tight for him. As far as Kakashi was concerned, these clothes would be too tight on Shikamaru, let alone the older man, whose body structure was much bulkier than Kakashi’s own.

The place was both what he had expected and not, at the same time – yes, the music was basically a loud beat, but on the other hand, the whole club appeared to be a lot less sleazy than its reputation made him think it would be.

“Amegakure” was one of the most famous, or rather, most infamous nightclubs in town – a place which most ordinary people – including Kakashi’s own students – couldn’t afford. The inheritance his father had left him allowed him to indulge in that sort of spending from time to time, even if Kakashi wasn’t big on it. Still, he wouldn’t have been allowed in if Asuma hadn’t been with him – the bouncers obviously knew the other man and after a short conversation, they had allowed them in.

The hall they entered was darkened, save for strategically positioned fiberoptics that glowed eerily and some of them often blinked in tact with the music, giving the place an otherworldly atmosphere. The only place which was more brightly lit was the dance floor itself, the floor itself consisting of glowing panels, giving those who sat on the tables an excellent view of the dancers but not the other way around.

There were gilded cages suspended from the ceiling with scantily dressed men and women in them, writing in time with the music.

Asuma led them to an adjacent table and they sat down – the bearded man and his assistant practically sprawling on the seats while Kakashi was perched on the edge, back ramrod straight and stiff.

“Relax, Kakashi.” Shikamaru said and waved to a bare-chested waiter – a blond young man wearing kohl around his around his vibrant blue eyes.

“Whiskey, vodka and…” he eyed Kakashi, who obviously had no intention to order “another vodka.”

During the next hour Kakashi did slowly begin to relax, sipping from the same glass which the blonde had initially brought him and talking with his companions, as much as talking was possible with the blaring music.

And then, he saw them – Iruka, followed by another male – honeyblonde and handsome, the toothpick sticking out from the corner of his mouth making him immediately recognizable – Genma. Both Asuma and Shikamaru caught the expression on Kakashi’s face and followed his gaze.

“Shit.” Shikamaru vocalized what both of them were thinking.

“Kakashi, we didn’t know that he’d have a date…”

Kakashi looked down at the table, sighed and said:

“That’s okay. I wasn’t expecting for something to happen anyway.”

“Such defeatist nature doesn’t become you, my friend.” Asuma managed to make that sound mild, despite the fact that he was yelling on the top of his lungs to make himself heard.

Kakashi ignored him and quickly tossed what was left in his glass in his throat, ordering another one. And then another. And then one more. On the forth glass of vodka he already felt pleasantly buzzed and ignored the worried glances his friends were casting him.

He looked again at the other end of the dance floor and saw that Iruka was perched on Genma’s knees, looking all cuddling and cozy with him. Damn it. He looked away and his gaze fell on the dancers. Why not? He hadn’t done this before – Asuma was right when he said that he wasn’t a party sort of person, but a little dancing would do him some good. And give Iruka an eyeful of what he had been missing, the idiot.

If he were sober, Kakashi would’ve noticed the glaring weakness in that train of thought – he was too damn shy to actually ask the other man out – and since he didn’t, he followed through with his decision.

He was a little unsteady on his feet when he got up from the chair but quickly regained his balance and walked up on the dance floor. Soon, the music changed to a lower, slower beat and he began to move along with it, a little hesitantly at first, but quickly gaining confidence.
On the second floor of the club, behind tinted windows, Pein watched the customers with a pleased expression on his face – the place was packed and everyone appeared to be having a good time, which in turn lined his pockets. As Amegakure was one of his few legitimate businesses, it was important to him that it performed well. Behind him, he could feel Kisame’s quiet presence as his bodyguard stood watch by the door.

Pein’s grey eyes fell on a shock of pale hair and he traced the outline of its owner on the glass – slender body, nice hips, pretty hair…

“Kisame.” He said and turned around, heading for the door “We’re going down.”

Kakashi had closed his eyes and allowed his body to keep moving with the beat when he felt a pair of arms gently caress his waist and go down to his hips. Snapping his eyes open he turned around sharply to face a young man with a bright shock of flame-coloured hair and numerous dark facial piercings. The man gave him a small, crooked smile:

“Want to dance, pretty?”

For a moment, Kakashi paused, his eyes flickering over the stranger’s shoulder over to Iruka’s place, seeing that the man was still in Genma’s lap, only they appeared to be even more wrapped around each other than before. He focused back on the man before him and took a better look – he was handsome, even with the piercings that went through his straight nose and full lower lip. His grey eyes almost glowed silver in the pale light of the dance-floor under them.

“Yes.” Kakashi said slowly “I want to dance.” And gingerly wrapped his arms around the red-head’s broad shoulders, allowing his partner to lead him back into the slow, sensual beat of the dance. The stranger smelled good – or rain and pine needles and Kakashi instinctively buried his nose under the loose collar of his indigo silk shirt, his lips unconsciously brushing over sensitive collarbones.

‘Tease.’ Pein thought with amusement and slid his hands down the warm back, feeling the supple flesh under the tight and thin shirt the man in his arms wore.

He allowed his arms to stay wrapped around his thin waist for a while, fingers teasing the bared stretch of skin before traveling further down and cupping the firm bottom and pulling him closer.

Kakashi lifted his head off the man’s shoulder and looked at him under heavy eye-lids, wanting to feel outraged at the nerve of him but being too tipsy to actually care. The red-head smiled smugly at him, showing a hint of gleaming white teeth before he slid his knee between Kakashi’s thighs and pulled him close again, one hand moving to wrap around his midsection and the other to bury itself in his pale hair.

Their lips were almost touching, they were breathing into each other while they danced, no, grinded on the dance-floor, slowly and sensually, their bodies pressed together down their entire length.

From the tables, Asuma and Shikamaru were goggling at the scene, unsure what to do – the older man was well-aware who and what the red-head was and he knew that if he tried to interfere the other wouldn’t take it well and in the ensuing scuffle his friend might get hurt. Still, if the man Kakashi was dancing with wasn’t a mob boss, Asuma would’ve felt pleased with the whole situation.

On the other side of the dance-floor Iruka finally looked up and did a double-take, noticing the stuffy History professor dancing with a pierced, dark-clad red-head, practically melting in his arms as they writhed in tact with the music. The way they were moving was almost obscene to watch – more of a vertical sex rather than dancing, but he couldn’t help but stare at the way Kakashi’s slender hips jerk and swayed right on his eye-level.

The track finally ended and the couples stopped moving for a moment while waiting for the next. Still in the stranger’s arms, Kakashi opened his eyes and met his.

“Come with me.” The red-head said hoarsely and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him away from the dance floor and leading him towards the restroom, nodding to Kisame to follow them.

When they entered the tiled, brightly lit room Kakashi blinked owlishly several times, his vision trying to adjust. Still, he saw the red-head jerk his chin to the man who had been using one of the urinals and the other beat a hasty retreat, slamming the door behind him as he left. The red-head let his hand go for a moment and went to the cubicles, checking meticulously for anyone occupying them, and when he was assured that they were empty, he moved to the door and locked it with a pleased look on his face. Afterwards, he turned around and leaned back against the door for a moment, regarding his pretty catch.

Kakashi was standing in the middle of the empty restroom and despite his alcohol-buzzed mind his natural shyness began to take over as the man at the door regarded him as if he were a hungry wolf and Kakashi was a particularly juicy steak. He began to look down, one arm wrapping around his midsection protectively.

Pein took several strides and stood before the younger man, putting his fingers under the man’s chin and lifting his face, taking a good look at him under the brighter light of the bathroom, noticing for the first time the scarring around his left eye-socket and the way that eye was slightly unfocused.

“Don’t look down, pretty.”

This was the second time this man used that word for him and Kakashi could feel the beginnings of a blush, as he was unused to being referred to as attractive. Still, he jumped when the man opened his lips and licked the scarred flesh, tracing the mark with his tongue gently, first on his eye-lid and then under his eye. Kakashi’s knees went weak and he grabbed at the man’s silk-covered shoulders, whimpering softly as the questing tongue slid down and finally the red-head covered his lips with his in a passionate, aggressive kiss, taking him in his arms and pulling him closer.

Kakashi felt as if the long-smoldering fire inside of him suddenly burst to life – wild and eager and white-hot with need. He gripped the man’s shoulders tighter and answered the kiss hungrily, opening his mouth and curling his tongue around the other’s wetly. Pein smirked into the kiss – it was always the quiet ones who surprised you.

The hands on Pein’s shoulders roamed desperately around his back and finally slid down to the hem of his dress pants where the silk shirt was tucked in, grabbing at the smooth material and tugging at it desperately until he freed it from the pants and managed to slide his hands under it, tracing the heated skin with his fingers. He growled into their kiss and shoved his own hands under Kakashi’s tight shirt, pushing him against the wall roughly and tearing at the garment until he managed to bunch it up high enough in order to reach younger man’s pale nipples which immediately perked up and hardened when the cool, air-conditioned air of the bathroom hit them.

The red-head hungrily latched his mouth onto the left one and suckled, grabbing at Kakashi’s hips again and grinding their aroused groins together. His partner moaned and flung his head back against the tiles, burying his hands in the vibrant red-hair.

Outside, Asuma decided that regardless of the consequences, he had to do something and he headed for the bathroom where he’d last seen the red-head drag his friend in. The door, however was blocked by a tall, broad-shouldered bouncer who looked down at Asuma and Shikamaru and frowned severely at them.

“This bathroom is out of order.” He stated calmly. “You can use the one on the other side.”

Asuma glared.

“I saw your boss drag my friend in there.”

Kisame paused, and then said:

“Your friend will be perfectly fine with the boss. He doesn’t bite.” He smirked and added “Unless they ask him to. And your friend looked like a bitch in heat.”

Asuma hesitated, considering whether he should try to fight his way in. However, he knew that Pein’s men were excellently trained and that this guy was hardly the only employee around. He bit his lip angrily and lit up another cigarette.

Inside the bathroom Pein had managed to divest the younger man of his shirt which lay crumpled, half torn and forgotten, on the tiled floor, and was still hungrily licking his chest, his fingers working on the button and fly of his jeans, cursing at the fact that they were so damn tight. Finally, he managed to tug them open and nearly cheered at his success. In the meantime, Kakashi was struggling with the little buttons of the red-head’s shirt, wanting to see the firm chest he had caressed on the dance floor and felt pressed against him earlier when they kissed. Finally he succeeded and pushed the shirt away. What he saw made him blink in surprise – on the expanse of skin he had managed to reveal there was a tattoo – only parts of it visible, but he could clearly make out the shape of a dragon’s snout and claws curling down the pale, smooth skin to the red-head’s pebbled nipple. He felt a sharp spike of fear when he saw the tattoo, because it was a sign of only one thing – the mob. Along with the fear came a rush of arousal so strong that it surprised him. He was almost drunk, he was making out and about to have sex in a public restroom with a member of the mob and it turned him on.

‘Asuma was right.’ Kakashi thought giddily ‘I do need to let some steam loose if I am that far gone.’

Still, he leaned and licked the tattoo, tracing the rich, intricate lines down his partner’s chest while his fingers raked over the man’s ribs.

Pein growled again, grabbed Kakashi by the hair and pulled him close for another wet kiss before forcefully turning him over to face the faucets and the large mirror which hung over them.

Kakashi was greeted by the sight of their disheveled, semi-clothed forms and his own wild-eyed look as the red-head bent him over the faucets and tugged his pants and underwear down to his knees. Helpfully, Kakashi lifted one leg and allowed the other man to tug the pants free off it while they still hung off the other allowing him to his legs wider. Pein stopped, straitened up and met Kakashi’s eyes in the mirror, dark to gleaming grey, a predatory smirk curling the corners of his pierced lips.

“When was the last time you did this, pretty?” he asked.

Kakashi looked down.

“A while.” He answered hoarsely.

A smooth, warm hand caressed the small of his back soothingly.

“I’ll try to be gentle then.” Pein said and leaned to bite playfully a smooth asscheek. Kakashi keened softly and rested his head on his folder hands, raising his hips higher and spreading his legs.

“Eager for a cock, aren’t you?” Pein muttered and rummaged through the pockets of his dress pants, searching for the items he took before going down to the first floor – lube and condoms. He put the condoms by the sink and uncapped the lube, spreading a generous amount over his fingers. Dropping the tube next to the condoms, he spread Kakashi’s cheeks with his free hand and smeared the lube over his hole before roughly sliding in his index finger, making the younger man quake and whimper as his body was invaded.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Pein asked as he pumped his finger in and out of the slick passage, adding a second “You’re so tight, it really must’ve been a while since you were last spread on a cock.”

Kakashi hissed and clawed at the smooth surface of the sink. It hurt and it stung and it felt quite unpleasant until the red-head hit something inside of him that made his vision go white with pleasure for a moment. He reacted immediately and slammed his hips back against the fingers, wanting more of that sensation. Pein chuckled and gave it to him, aiming for that sensitive little nub, scissoring his fingers and stretching the muscle.

“Please…” Kakashi moaned.

“Please what, pretty?”

Kakashi bit his lip before responding:

“Please, fuck me.”
“Oh, I will.”

Pein didn’t bother with adding a third finger – he reached and grabbed the condom, tearing the package with his teeth and hastily rolling it over his erection, smearing more lube onto its surface. Grabbing the narrow hips with his clean hand, he guided his organ to Kakashi’s glistening hole and harshly thrust in, watching as it suddenly spread wide around his girth, its slick surface reddening prettily from the strain.

Kakashi wailed and his knees went weak, only the tight grip on his hip preventing him from falling. Pein reached with his other hand and slid lube-covered fingers in the pretty silver hair, pulling the other man’s head back and forcing him to look at them both in the mirror. Meeting his gaze in the reflective surface, Pein began to thrust in a smooth, fast rhythm, rocking into the warm and tight channel that gripped his throbbing erection. The tip repeatedly grazed Kakashi’s spot and he mewled each time, unable to look away from the other’s smoldering gaze, his face twisting in pleasure as he was taken so roughly.

“You feel so good, pretty.” Pein said breathlessly. “So tight, so hot. You like it, don’t you? You like being fucked like that?” he asked after a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes…”

“Good.” He said and increased the pace, letting go of the smooth hair and sneaking a hand between them, grabbing at Kakashi’s own neglected erection and rubbing it in time with his rocking.

It didn’t take much more for Kakashi’s enflamed body to reach the peak – he whimpered and shook, his come shooting from the tip of his organ to the wall under the sink. Boneless with pleasure and exhaustion he sagged against the sink and waited for the other to finish as well, growling and jerking behind him as pleasure coursed through him.

When Pein was done too, he sagged over Kakashi and kissed his bared, sweaty shoulders, running his tongue over the straining muscles.

“What is your name, pretty?” he asked when he stopped panting.

“Kakashi.” He offered sleepily.

“I’m Pein.” He said and nibbled on a flushed ear.

Afterwards they separated and quietly cleaned themselves before putting their clothes back on.

When they exited the restroom – Pein wearing a smug, cat-who-ate-the-canary look on his face and Kakashi limping slowly after him – he saw that Asuma was standing there with Shikamaru next to him. It made him flush crimson and look down - he knew just how he looked like – disheveled, his shirt torn and hair wild, lovebites on his neck and limping. It was obvious what had just happened. Thankfully, Asuma chose not to comment, just wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders and said:

“Let’s go home. You’ve had enough partying for one night.”