Author's Note: Well, it has been almost two years since I've updated this fic. I have no excuse except for the fact that I am a lazy piece of shit with an affection for procrastination. Doesn't help that I have actually been lurking around all this time. ;)

I toned down the smut a little. Just a little. I think. I hope. Now maybe you can read it in public like the pervert that you are without bursting into flames.

Thank you very much to those who left comments on the last chapter, they actually drove me to completing this chapter in the last few days. I hope you'll continue to leave your thoughts as this fic actually now have a plot and foreshadows.

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Chapter 2: Caged Wilted Zinnia

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The canvas of the sky was painted over with the orange hue of the rising sun when Obito arose from his sleep, vermillion eyes taking in his surroundings in search of any threats even as he stretched sensually, rubbing out the knots in his shoulder. He smirked at the sight of crumpled sheets stained with the marks of his furious coupling with his favourite whore last night, before rising from his gigantic bed in one smooth, fluid motion. Unbothered with his nakedness, he pressed the buzzer located on his nightstand, calling for his servants to carry out their morning routine.

A maid -quite possibly a new one, or else he would have definitely remembered her because of her soft complexion and beautifully crafted ass hidden beneath the frilly maid skirt- entered not even 5 minutes later with a respectful knock, a silver tray containing his usual morning portion balanced skilfully on one hand. He smirked when a blush appeared on the girl's face as her eyes landed on the huge morning wood that he was sprouting, before she made an effort to look away. Yup, definitely a new addition to his staff.

''B-breakfast, sir.'' She stuttered, walking cautiously to the small dining table located in the middle of the beautifully decorated room, setting a number of plates down onto the wooden surface. Her gaze stayed glued to the floor when she turned to her master, bowing before she tried to escape from the room. Obito stopped her before she could. The maid froze as the Uchiha confined her between his muscled arms, trapping her small form between his powerful body and the door.

''Now hold on,'' Sexuality practically oozed from the young man and the girl was unable to hide a shudder when a tongue licked the tip of her ear. She tried to escape, to protest, but melted immediately as a hand massaged her breast through her uniform, twinking her hardening nipple with skilful fingers. Another hand slipped itself underneath her skirt and her panties, feeling her skin before they rubbed her clit, trailing her vagina lips with muscled appendages. Within minutes, her mind was gone, moaning throatily when her master slipped wet fingers into her core, lubricated with her own fluids. Pleasure gripped her entire being, making her buck wantonly into her master, to feel that wonderful fingers stir up her insides even further.

Obito kissed her neck, feeling her wall tightened when his fingers brushed against his G-spot. He smiled, before setting a hard, fast paced. It doesn't take even a full minute before the girl came, her vagina squirting ounces of fluid, her white panties turning translucent with the absorbed vaginal semen. Through the girl's harsh pants and whorish mewls, with an unaffected demeanour, the dark-haired man spoke:

"You haven't had your inauguration yet, have you?'' The demon asked with a lick over his lips, thumbing the head of his cock.

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Kakashi never knew that walking could be such a torture.

Every step hurt, sending a fresh bolt of pain racing up his spine, making his knees wobbled as he struggled to contain his composure. The whole day he had faced away from his students, never really looking them in the eye, shoulders slumped even more than usual as he tried to carry on his responsibilities as a teacher. His class seemed to notice that he was not his usual self; if the absence of snarky remarks and crude humour were alarming enough, then they definitely have noticed how he would every so often stood outside the classroom as he waited for them to finish the exercises instead of his usual routine of sitting down and reading his orange porn literature book.

He couldn't even bring himself to look at his own hands, which he covered almost completely by the long sleeves of his uniform. Anything to prevent his students from seeing the horrid marks left behind by the constant sawing of the ropes on his all-too-pale wrists, though he himself could not ignore the throbbing emitted from the damaged area. The events of yesterday evening hung heavily in his mind, and he was often directing his thoughts away from the throbbing of his ass as well as among various parts of his body, lest he would cry in mortification and shame again. To do so in front of his students would be too much of a blow to his already damaged ego.

With a slight shudder, he dismissed his class for the day, and looked away as each and every one of his students gave him questioning glances as they walked past him and out the door. He didn't even give them homework.

The silver-haired teacher froze when he felt a finger poked him in the arm.

"Neh, Kakashi-sensei, are you okay?" The man in question turned his head, meeting a pair of cerulean orbs staring directly, intently into his being.

His skin prickled at the close contact, so Kakashi tried moving away without being too obvious about it. Though maybe not as discreet he would have like, as Naruto's eyes hardened in suspicion at him, eyebrows furrowing. "Ma..." his voice was hoarse, most lightly to the breakdown he had in his house last night as he laid curled up on the floor, naked form surrounded by blood and semen, and he prayed to the Gods above that Naruto was dense enough not to notice such details. Absent-mindedly, he pulled at his sleeves whilst spewing his 'reason'. "I'm fine, Naruto. Just a little tired that's all. Spent all night marking your…essays." Kakashi inwardly flinch at the meaning behind the words, but tried to act nonchalant. "Especially yours, Naruto. If your grammar didn't kill me, then your chicken-scratch of a handwriting certainly did."

The doubt melted away from his eyes, as Naruto pouted childishly, and started ranting excuses, making over exaggerated gestures. Kakashi sighed in relief again for the blond's one-track mind, before ruffling the teenager's hair fondly, smiling when Naruto commented about him ruining his perfectly good hairstyle. For a second, his hand trembled in the blond stresses, as the physical contact made he remember the ghostly sensations of unwanted hands trailing down from his hair to his back with fascination. Giving a tentative little smile –but of course his adorable little student couldn't see it given his mask, he withdrew, the movement awkward and slow.

"By the way…Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto appeared to suddenly become apprehensive, and that made Kakashi raised an eyebrow. Of all the things in the world, he had never expected the word 'apprehensive' or the sorts to exist at all in the Uzumaki's decidedly tiny dictionary. Then again, not all things will happen as you expected them to be.

Such as last night. Every time he closed his eyes, Kakashi could not help but remember his terrible ordeal, flashes of wide-grinning men and crimson orbs shining maliciously with ghostly sensations of hands trailing to his vulnerable entrance-

Enough. He knew since long ago that the world is such a cruel and ironic place. What happened last night served as a renewed reminder. Speaking of reminder, a spark of pain accompanied his remembrance of the Akatsuki leader's words just before he left Kakashi to his own misery.

Obito kneeled next to the limp form of the teacher, a gloved hand petting the soft silken hair as he leaned down to mutter: "Now, you wouldn't want that precious blond-haired brat of a student of yours to go through all of that too now, do you sensei? Because you're a good little teacher. And you will never let anything bad happen to your students."

Akatsuki…yes, he was doing this for Naruto. For his student.

When Naruto finally left, with a sunny smile and a little wave before he ran off to catch up with his friends, the wild emotions that Kakashi has been bottling up inside since the moment he woke up feeling the stinging pain in his entire mind and soul finally reared its ugly head.

He choked out a sob, muffling the pathetic sound with the helm of his sleeve, as he backed into the wall behind him, slowly sliding down to the floor as his eyes stung with unshed, brimming tears. He quivered silently, letting out his despair as he revered in the momentarily release of this particular feeling. For it shall be the first and the last time, for he has to be strong. Strong enough for him to get through this ordeal.

Still, even as he steeled his resolve, the tears continued to damp his sleeves.

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"Kakashi-san."

Kakashi froze, fear and disgust filling his core as he stopped in his tracks at the sight of two unfamiliar men lounging in front of his house, clad in the black, pristine uniforms that he grew to loathe in the past hours. The sky was clear blue, with the wind rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees gently when the Hatake reached his home, the good weather elevating his mood a bit, but it immediately soured at the sight of the two vermin and the black limousine parked right in front of his gate. His eyes scanned over the license plate, concluding that it was futile trying to remember it as surely the Yakuza would have a habit of rotating them.

Returning his gaze back to the men, the Hatake scowled deeply when the taller of the trespassing duo grinned irreverently at him, clearly amused at his displeasure. As the man moved nearer to him, the silver-haired man tensed, roaming an eye over the threat. The man has a heavily-muscled, broad-shouldered build, like that of a wrestler, and combined with the fact that he loomed over Kakashi with his height, his predator-liked presence stifled the air and Kakashi found himself struggling to breathe. His mind supplied to him that there is no way that this is just a grunt of the Akatsuki. He emitted such an ominous aura that clearly defies so, and Kakashi has no qualms that the man could easily snap him like a twig in mere seconds.

A trained killer then. One of the higher-ups.

The man stopped just inches away in front of him, leaning uncomfortably close in his personal space. Kakashi moved away, aware of the beady, little eyes that tracked his movements. "My my, please erase such a look from your pretty face, Kakashi-san. You're making us feel very unwanted." Kakashi snorted.

"That's because you are." The teacher growled courageously, stepping around the unwanted man, crossing his arms as the Yakuza member blinked at his attitude, before guffawing loudly like a beast. His partner remained silent, observing their interactions from his spot near the limousine. Their eyes met, and his dark, onyx eyes, with a hint of scarlet in them reminded him terribly of the demon that ravished him last night. But for some reason, the young man, whose pale skin and silky, midnight hair gleamed beneath the sunlight, resembled someone else he knew, but he couldn't quite place who.

The gigantic man wiped at his eyes with a finger, still chucking. He grinned at the teacher once more, wolfishly. "Now I understand why Boss took quite a liking to you. You're a feisty one, ain't cha?" He then sneered, showing off his sharp, jagged teeth. They looked like they were filed individually by hand to achieve their sharpness. "Not quite a lot of people can talk to us like that. Well, some do try but they can't quite handle the…consequences of doing so."

Withholding the shiver that threaten to run down his spine at the dark implications, Kakashi rolled his eyes and snapped, "Well, sorry, but it's hard to be polite when it feels like you're having a stick up your arse, especially to people who kept trespassing on my property. "

"Oh?" The man chuckled once more, as if Kakashi was the most amusing person that he has ever encountered in his life. The silver-haired could not hide a wince when a large hand then gripped his shoulder almost painfully, pulling him along as the burly, muscled man gestured to the front of the teacher's house. "Well, pardon the intrusion, Kakashi-san. But I think you should be REALLY glad that we didn't decide to come around to the school instead." A malicious smirk as the Hatake froze at those words. "After all, what would the students think if they saw their teacher being whisked away by the big, bad Yakuza? Surely they're not stupid enough to initiate a fight with us…or do they? Maybe a certain blond that I've heard who has been picking fights with the gang." The hold tightened excruciatingly as if in warning. The Hatake had not doubt that it is.

Looking away, Kakashi swallowed, before grounding out, "Fine, I get it."

The man patted his head mockingly at his submission. Kakashi was tempted to bite his fingers off. "Good boy. Now we're all civilised people here, and we're not cruel enough to leave your loving home with a broken front door, so we went around and fix it for you. Can't be too careful these days, dangerous people everywhere." Will the annoying man ever stop grinning at him? Do the Akatsuki only pick lunatics amongst their ranks? Given that their leader is undoubtably a psychopath, Kakashi would not be surprised if new recruits had to acquire some degree of lunacy before being accepted.

How wonderful. An entire organisation of mad men.

"How kind of you to do so. I was just about to abandon my house and leave it to the racoons."

Of course, another smile. Except this time, there was a distinct feeling of fingers running through his hair, plucking silver strands behind his ear. With it, came the unwanted rush of memories, sharp nails clawing down his quivering thighs, recollections of being devoured, consumed. And pain, pain, pain, before shameful, shameless pleasure. Of feeling stuffed full, his sweating skin caressed hotly by a burning, crimson gaze, reminiscent of the devil himself. A devilish smirk against his hair as he tried to writhe away from the strong, possessive arms caging him.

Kakashi didn't realised that he was trembling until he heard the other guy muttered, "Enough, Kisame. We wasted enough time already. Other businesses require our immediate attention as well, not just playing deliverymen to Obito." He flicked his red eyes to the unmoving teacher. Without waiting for a reply, the young man then went ahead and got into the vehicle, fishing out his cell phone before disappearing beneath a midnight-coloured roof.

Kisame gave a somewhat disappointed noise. "Aww, and here I was hoping I could play with sensei a bit more." But he withdrew nonetheless, leaving Kakashi space to regulate his breathing. All the while he could feel Kisame roaming an interested gaze over his body, and it made him sick. Steeling himself, the silver-haired man bravely met the unwanted gaze with hatred and repugnance in his slightly mismatched eyes. He refused to be prey to another one of these disgusting creatures.

Surprisingly, the man held no smiles on his brawny face this time. With a forlorn sigh, he turned and opened the door to the limousine, holding it open not unlike a chauffeur. He motioned for the Hatake to get in. "Well, sensei? Your destiny awaits."

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A beep on the intercom. "Obito-sama?"

A shuffle. A flick. A sigh.

"Yes?"

"A…Hatake Kakashi is here to see you. Should he be allowed to be sent up, sir?"

A pause. A momentary silence.

"Send him in."

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Considering everything that he has known about how the Yakuza worked -which was admittedly, not that much, nor that dependable due to being influenced by the movies' interpretation of them - the silver-haired man expected being hit at the back of his head with a baseball bat and locked inside the truck of a shady car while he was unconscious, or being beaten half to death by a mob, or at least, at least, being bound, gagged and blindfolded as he is whisked away to their unknown destination.

As it was, he sat in the middle of the comfortable back seat, thoroughly confused but managing to keep a calm façade as the other two lounged in the opposite seats; the dark-haired man, whose name was still unknown, has crossed his arms and feigning sleep, his eyes closed and head tilted back into the headrest while Kisame was alternating between watching him and playing with his cellphone. After dismissing an offer to a drink (for there was a built-in minibar), the silver-haired man resisted the urge to ask the reason for his comfortability -he didn't want to jinx himself after all, it's not like he wanted to be lock up or gagged, he was just…curious.

As if reading his mind, Kisame looked up from the screen of his phone. "Boss wanted you to be as cozy as you can be." He said, while giving him a knowing toothy grin.

"What a gentleman." The Hatake said sarcastically, before, as he didn't want to garner the other man's attention again, drew his gaze completely to his hands on his knees, keeping quiet.

The ride was almost an hour long, since Kakashi lived on the outskirts. Through the window, he could see the roads taken, recognised the streets and the buildings as they have started to enter the suburban area of Tokyo. Traffic began to worsen, flashes of vehicles rolling through the peripheral of his vision. He watched the crowds of humans going on their busy daily lives with near envy, seemingly oblivious to the presence of a very dangerous gang located directly in the heart of their city. And here he was, being delivered like a package of meat to their leader.

His fists tightened. How has in the hell the Akatsuki managed to operate so long with a base located in such a busy area? What has exactly they done to avoid the police force storming in? Bribery? Corruption?

While he was busy with his thoughts, the limo took a sharp left turn, entering an underground parking lot. Before he knew it, he was herded into an elevator, Kisame and his silent partner flanking his sides. The taller Akatsuki operative has his hand once more on his shoulder, conveying a silent warning as to not cause any trouble. When the doors slid open with a soft 'ding', he was pushed forward, and Kakashi could not hide his shock at seeing the interior of the ground floor. It was very grand, prestigious decorations and Victorian furniture littering every corner as schemes of crimson and dark ebony greeted his vision. Beautiful, hand painted paintings that looked like they belong in the renaissance era were hanged systematically on the velvety walls, and, if it was not for the fact that there were various armed men standing guard in the hallways, their gazes reminding him of cold, hardened killers that he's seen on documentaries, Kakashi would have mistaken the floor for the lobby of an impressive 5-star hotel. The Yakuza business proved to be very profitable, it would seem.

Skin prickling from the suffocating looks of the guards on him, Kakashi waited as Kisame spoke to a woman at the what he assumed to be the reception desk. The woman nodded, took one look at him and dialled into the intercom. After a few words, she stated Kakashi's allowance into the office. Kisame's partner then silently led him to another elevator, this one located further into the back, and was notedly more heavily guarded than the entrance. The young man, and at this point Kakashi has given up trying to learn his name, pushed a button on the panel that indicated the Hatake's lone journey to the top floor of the building. Crimson-eyes met his grey ones sullenly.

Just as the doors closed, Kakashi thought he could see pity dwelling deep in those inhuman orbs.

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Blood rushed in his ears as his heart began to beat fast in anxiety of the meeting. He ran his sweaty palms over the crease of his dress shirt, biting his lips. He reminded himself the reason why he has to do this, despite greatly wanting to run in the other direction, far, far away from the inhuman man who had relished in taking his virginity without his consent. Mild phantom pain throbbed in his bottom. His wrists ached. His eyes watered and burned.

The whirl of the elevator came to a stop after a few minutes. He stepped out into a lavishly empty corridor that led to a double wooden door. Every step that he took felt like an eternity of suffering drilling into the soles of his feet. In front of the door, he held his breath, sweating, and knocked on the wooden surface.

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The topmost floor, the office, was unexpectedly large, oval in shape, and was surrounded completely by French window that overlooked most of the city below. The visible wall panels were a fibrous black, and the floor covered fully with soft, wool carpet that were a dark wine in colour. The room were sparsely decorated as compared to the lobby earlier, clean and tidy. There was a modern couch in the corner, accompanied with a minimalist coffee table and a small, potted fern plant. In the middle of mainly vacant space, laid a large, dark oaken office bureau that was stacked generally with papers and metal files dividers, its surface glazed and smooth with rigorous maintenance. Behind it, sitting on a midnight back executive chair, was the man of the hour, who was busy shuffling the askew paperwork on his desk, the crimson-tinted eyes that haunted his dreams dancing across the content of the documents.

The leader of the feared Akatsuki seem to take no notice of the teacher's presence, who was increasingly growing more and more agitated by the passing seconds. Shifting his weight left and right, the Hatake waited to be addressed to by the dark-haired man, while biting his lips in consternation. The sound of rustling papers continued to fill in the stillness.

Shuffle

Shuffle

Shuffle

When he couldn't handle the quietness anymore, Kakashi carefully hid his trepidation with a swallow before roughly grounding out , "Well?"

Still no response.

The silver-haired teacher gritted his teeth. Anger began to seep through. What was the bastard playing at? Deciding that he was digging his own grave, the Hatake prodded again. "Are you not about to have your wicked way with me?"

At that, Obito finally diverted his attention from the littered documents in his hands to the silver-haired man, his dark irises roaming over Kakashi's slouched form slowly. The teacher felt his breath hitched unwantedly at the feeling of coiled heat unfurling deep in his belly, as that deep reddish gaze drifted over him, like a predator assessing his victim. But the dark-haired man stared at the porcelain face for nary a second before resuming his concentration to the papers at hand. As if he could feel Kakashi's bafflement at his actions, Obito laid his chin on his palm, a disparaging smile on his face.

"Well, well, aren't you an obedient one?" He sneered, spinning his chair lightly to the right so that he could regard the teacher with a dismissal look. Like Kakashi was merely an insect that was beneath his notice, one that wasn't even worth stepping on. At those insulting words, the silver-haired man flushed hotly. With furiousness, he clenched his fists, and the teacher stride forward until he stood in front of the Yakuza leader, defiantly meeting his grey orbs to Obito's scarlet ones. Among the tiredness that dwelled behind those lovely stormy eyes, a harsh sense of rebellion still lingered, and the Uchiha hid a smirk behind his fingers. An eloquent smile that he knew that the real fun had yet to begun.

That he was going to enjoy breaking his toy even further.

Obito chuckled. He turned in his chair to fully face the teacher, prodding his head with a knuckle as to finally give his full attention to the lovely toy that was presenting himself to him. Such a pretty face and an attractive figure. It was a wonder why nobody had gobbled this exotic little treat before him. "Aren't you a bit impatient now? Did your first time with me felt that good that you're eagerly craving for more?" The blush on that pale face darkened further.

A cute little growl. "I am only here for that of the safety of my student, not of my own obligation. If I am to go through this…deal, I assume that you will keep your end of the bargain?"

Obito leaned back into his chair. After taking a last glance at the papers in his hands, he settled them aside in a pile at the far corner of the table. He regarded the silver-haired man with a contemplative look before shrugging nonchalantly. "Who knows. Maybe I will, maybe I won't." He raised an eyebrow at the livid expression on the other's face. "You shouldn't trust a someone so easily, sensei. Is that not what you teach your students? Or is that not in the curriculum these days?"

"I taught my students that they should avoid mingling with the scum of society in any way they can." Kakashi retorted. Though in his mind, a certain, pig-headed blond came through his mind; his determination and yelling of devotions of wanting to become one of them despite his pure and innocent intentions. 'You always seem to get around my advices,' the silver-haired man thought exasperatedly, but not without fondness.

Snapping himself out of his slight reverie, Kakashi averted his gaze from Obito's lidded eyes. He crossed his arms, pointing out, "I thought we are here for a deal, not to talk about my students." He took a hesitant step towards the man as an incentive.

Relentlessly, the dark-haired man goaded with a malicious grin, his eyes flashing with malevolence. "Ah, but you are here BECAUSE of your student, sensei. Perhaps your teaching method is not that... effective? Or maybe they are too much of an idiot to follow the wise words of little old sensei, eh?" A rough, calloused hand took one of Kakashi's pale one, softly caressing the front knuckles with a thumb. Kakashi supressed a shiver at the unexpected gentleness coming from such an evil man. He moved closer, their knees almost touching at their proximity.

"…Maybe." Kakashi quietly admitted, feeling those long, powerful fingers rubbing at the bruises on his wrists, pushing his sleeves further up his forearms. It brought cutting discomfort with every motion on the abused flesh, one that made his breath waver. With his other hand, Obito gripped his narrow hip, pulling the teacher until he was nearly sitting in his lap. The teacher gasped as sharp teeth immediately latched along his neck, nibbling it like it was a delicacy, making his eyes water as everything began to feel hot and stuffy at once.

A warm tongue then licked a wet trail down to his clavicle, and a soft 'ahh' escaped his lips before he could register it. Obito seemed pleased at his response for he gripped the silver-haired strands on his head tightly to push his teeth further into the meat of Kakashi's neck. He whimpered at the pain, but was soothed by a flick of the tongue, cool lips pressing themselves against the purpling marks. Feeling his sense of balance deteriorating quickly along with his control of his legs, Kakashi leaned heavily into Obito, feeling the powerful hidden muscles flexing against his form as he placed his left palm against the oaken surface of the table whilst the other clutched the back of the chair.

Why…why was he so damn gentle all of a sudden? This was sharply a huge contrast compared to the harsh, almost brutal treatment that he had received last evening. Whereas he has brutalised Kakashi's body in his previous conquest, he was now handling him like a lover would, his touch tender and his pace unhurried. It reminded him of how the protagonist would care for his partner in the Icha-Icha series, during their various coupling regardless of their urgent needs for one another. Kakashi mutedly groaned as the skilful tongue swiped at his sensitive spots; is this how the heroine felt like during those passionate acts? And what was Obito getting at here? Was this another one of his games?

The teacher didn't even realised that he has closed his eyes until they snapped open, feeling the rough pads of fingers skimming the corner of his lips and chin, drawing his attention down until their eyes met once more; Obito's half-lidded eyes observed him with intense scrutiny, tell-tale signs of carnal desire swirling inside those depths, like he was about to start tearing into Kakashi any moment.

But the dark-haired man then leaned back, letting go of Kakashi in the process. He seems to have no intention of continuing his earlier administrations; just simply looked at the Hatake with that same smothering gaze, an endearing smile -not that Kakashi would admit that aloud- puling those damnable lips. As much as a bastard that the dark-haired man was, at this close range even a stubborn arse like Kakashi could appreciate those attractive features; the sharp contours and a strong, squarish jawline, and especially those eyes, that were as deep as the colour of wine. It was such a shame that Obito wasn't anyone else but a leader of a notorious Yakuza gang. He looked like he would do well as a model or even as a member of the force, as ironic as that was.

Obito continued to leer at him expectantly, doing absolutely nothing until Kakashi caved in and asked, "W-What?"

The other hummed thoughtfully, as he tilted his head, giving Kakashi's dishevelled appearance a once over. He gestured with indifference. "You don't possibly think that you could just sit still and do nothing while I do all the hard work." He flashed the teacher a contemptuous grin, reminding the silver-haired man that despite the earlier display of brief tenderness, he was still that cold, calculating individual that had ordered others to kill and hurt. "You make it seems like I'm the only one who wants it, like I'm the bad guy here." He made a show of checking out his fingernails. "After all, for a deal to work, both parties need to have consensus to the agreed term."

"So how about doing it yourself, this time around?"

Kakashi grimaced, catching the hint underneath. He fidgeted for a second, before reaching his decision. Biting his lip, Kakashi slowly relocated himself, placing either legs to flank Obito's sides as he inched nearer until his knees rested against the metal braces of the chair, his bottom fitted snugly in the waiting man's lap. In this new position, with their chests touching, Kakashi could feel the other's hot breath mingling with his own, and it made him all much more aware of the fact that their crotches were rubbing against one another with every slight movement. Kakashi blushed deeply, his entire body -face, neck, shoulders, ears burning with shame while Obito reclined a bit, observing carefully, hands at his sides while still waiting for the Hatake to make his next move. The motion seemed to press their groins further.

While looking absolutely humiliated, and despite him wanting to do the complete exact opposite and crawled under a rock, Kakashi searched for the other man's eyes, looking at him questioningly as he muttered quietly, "I…What should…I do now?"

The dark-haired man purred, deceptively kind. "Up to you, sensei."

Crimsoning further that he was undoubtedly looking like a tomato, Kakashi gave an experimental roll of his hips, gasping as a current of pleasure sparked through the sensitive nerves like electricity. He panted, unused to doing these kinds of activities. It's not like he would suddenly be an expert in this matter when the only sexual encounter that he had was forceful and very one-sided. And even before that, he rarely experimented, with only the information he garnered from the erotic literatures that he read as his knowledge. Real life experiences? Null.

He pressed his hips harder, bolder this time, feeling heat coiling deep in his belly.

He felt the rumble as the man beneath him chuckled. "Aren't you aggressive today? You really do crave it that bad, huh?"

The Hatake gritted his teeth. "Shut up." He just wanted this to be over quick.

Another snicker. "Lead on then." Obito relaxed, content at only looking, helpfully pushing his own hips in time to the teacher's ruts. All the while, the silver-haired man fell deeper into a state of arousal, his inexperience showing through as every buckle deepened his aching need. His eyes watered, and his face slackened, rolling his hips steadily with a single-minded intensity. He trembled as Obito's bulge pressed firmly into the crack of his ass, the man cooing as the teacher repeated the motion again, pressing deeper each time. A particular thrust sent a jolt of pleasure so strongly down his spine that he lost his grip, sliding downwards and almost falling off completely before he was able to catch himself on the helm of Obito's shirt.

A strong, musky smell hit him before he realised that his face was plastered to the Yakuza leader's crotch, the zip digging into his flesh of his cheek.

Kakashi drew back, staring at the huge bulge that was only seconds before pressing into his own ass with wide eyes. Meeting his gaze, Obito smirked, palming his crotch with a sigh, massaging himself. While the teacher was fully aroused by the previous simple rutting, the man seemed to be only mildly simulated. Though the bulge was already huge when only half-mast. The crimson-eyed man drew the other's attention again with a tug on the silvery strands.

The Yakuza leader eyed the clearly visible arousal of the other with an amused smile. "Hard already, sensei?" His eyes darkened. "Such a slut." Kakashi yelped when suddenly, a foot pressed mercilessly into his hard-on, his eyes rolling when the delicate nerves were stimulated knowledgeably and both pain and pleasure overpowered his senses momentarily. Only Obito's grip in his hair kept him from slumping completely to the floor.

Obito growled. He grabbed the teacher's flushed face close to him. "Nah, sensei, you're suppose to make me feel good, not the other way around." He pushed Kakashi' head to his groin, while his foot still rubbed against that quivering need. The silver-haired man gasped minutely in response to the stimulations, and he was unable to stop himself from breathing in that heavy, musky smell. His mind began to cloud over at the overloaded olfactory stimulus. The bulge was so hard and firm

"Come on, sensei. Pay your due."

With shaking fingers, Kakashi undo the fly of the other man's pants, and watched as the other's length sprung free from its prison. He gawked at the sex in front of him in mixed fear and wonder. He didn't have the chance to look at it properly, given of how…ah... busy he was at the time. He had certainly FELT it, but still his mouth went dry at how big it is...

Kakashi has never gave a blowjob before. He had received it a couple of times, but they were years ago, back when he was still a horny teenager in high school. Trying to imitate those acts now was near impossible, and as the teacher stared at the twitching mushroom tip, pondered on how he was exactly doing to do this. Maybe a scene from his books would help him… Trying to remember the precise details, Kakashi listlessly grabbed the base with a palm and gave a small kitten lick at the head. He shivered at the salty taste. The smell was ten times stronger than before, the heavy scent of testosterones flooding his nostrils.

Thumbing at the slit, the teacher shyly ran his tongue alongside the warmth length, while his other hand massaged gently at the scrotum. He then took the head into his mouth, bobbing slightly before he tried to take it deeper, but his sensitive gag reflex made it difficult. It was much harder to do than how his romance books described; the flesh was rigid and restricted his throat, blocking his airway. Chocking, he tried to withdraw.

Fingers brushed away silver tresses from his forehead. "It seems like you're struggling there, sensei." Those flexible appendages moved to grip the back of his skull. "I suppose a few extra lessons…wouldn't hurt." Warning bells rang in his mind, but he didn't have a chance to react before Obito slammed his head towards his groin, forcing him to take it all in. The tip hit the back of his throat, and Kakashi gagged, convulsing, his eyes wide. He flailed, hands trying to seek purchase so that he could push himself away, but grip on his air was unrelenting. Drips of saliva dripped down his chin as the firm flesh constricted his breathing.

I can't breathe.

There was a small smile on the dark-haired man as he listened to the chocking noises the other made. "This is how you do it." He withdrew a bit, letting Kakashi have a bit of air. He thrusted his hips, admiring the way those glossy lips stretched wide around his cock. "Relax your throat, sensei." He warned. "And breathe through your nose." He let the teacher pondered over the words for a second, and filled that warm, wet cavern once more. His movements were unhurried, but steady, merciless as he fucked that wonderful, inexperienced mouth.

The Hatake tried to follow the advice, regulating his breathing pattern. It took him a while to be able to relax his muscles, but it was much easier when he did, even as Obito hit the back of his throat with each push. The man was watching him with droopy eyes, lust evident in his expression; he pulled his toy's head until he swallowed his whole base again, the nest of dark, wry hair tickling the bridge of the teacher's nose. But instead of immediately pulling out -as he did before, he remained there, enjoying the spasms of Kakashi's throat and the way those fingers clutched his thighs.

Kakashi groaned audibly.

As if the sound flipped a hidden switch, Obito's eyes darkened, bringing both hands to grip the teacher's head harshly, pulling him off until only the bulbous tip remained, before he bucked wildly, almost slamming Kakashi back down again to swallow his whole length. He repeated the unforgiving motion numerously, fucking the teacher's mouth like a wild animal, the snaps of his hips meeting the other's shoulders; drips of saliva splattered everywhere as Kakashi let out soft noises of protests, which were met with possessive, guttural growls.

Abruptly, Obito stopped, pulling out completely. He rubbed his spit-covered cock, now fully erect, against a flushed cheek, spreading little trails of semen over the soft skin. He snarled with content as Kakashi looked up at him dazedly; glazed, hooded eyes brimming with moisture, snowy white lashes trembling in exertion, strands of damp silvery white plastering to his forehead, that slacked, open mouth pooling with traces of spit and semen, his red tongue hanging out, those pink lips swollen and glistering wet from their activity. The sight of that magnificent countenance right next to his hard, twitching sex gave him a sense of upmost euphoria.

It was the most beautiful sight Obito had ever seen.

"See, sensei?" The dark-haired man's voice was hoarse, rough. It seemed that he couldn't hide completely how affected he was by this. "Have you learnt properly now? Was my method effective?"

The sound of that usual, mocking tone seemed to pull Kakashi back to reality, and he scowled, the sound roughed from the abuse.

When the silver haired man tried to inch away, he was taken by surprise when the other, with brute force, tackled him to the floor, his movement sudden and quick. Kakashi let out a shout of surprise and pain; he didn't even see him move! While the silver-haired man was still stunned, Obito forcefully spun him around, pinning him to the floor while clawing over the buttons of his crinkled shirt. The other roughly pawed at the waistband of his pants, taking them off over a pale, porcelain thigh, still covered by the cloth of the boxer. Kakashi flushed when he glimpsed Obito tearing into the elastic waistband of his underwear with his teeth, his hot breath tickling the skin of the bottom as he pulled them off. When he was naked from the waist down, still wearing the now unbuttoned shirt that bared his chest visible, he felt puffs of breath hitting his earlobe when the other man nuzzled into his hair, his whole form covering Kakashi from head to toe like a warm, muscled blanket. Calloused hands ran down his naked legs, down from the bouncy flesh of his thighs to the soles of his feet, teasing the sensitive spots. The Hatake wriggled nervously when Obito to his bottom, a finger drawing circles on it teasingly, so close to his sore entrance.

He jerked as a harsh slap was delivered to his right asscheek.

"Tell me sensei," With that velvety voice so close to his ear, Kakashi could not supress his shudder. Obito palmed his twin globes, kneading them skilfully with a purpose. The teacher knew that he was deliberately doing it to mock him, to taunt him. Fingers skimmed lightly over the Hatake's hardened sex, not enough to bring release but enough to make Kakashi bucked his hips into it to seek some stimulations. He was not granted them.

"How much do you desire it?"

Kakashi bit his lips. He felt the other shifted, the hands groping his bottom parting the flesh away to reveal his quivering, pink entrance. Face burning with misery and shame, Kakashi shook his head, unable to answer the humiliating question. A yelp escaped his lips when he felt the other nudged the crown of his cock against the puckered hole, rubbing against it with slight pressure but not enough to penetrate. An inferno of lust and anticipation swirled deep in his gut, almost reducing him akin to a mindless beast. There was an emptiness inside of him that needed to be fill, and he clenched around that void desperately.

What was wrong with him?

The Hatake threw his head back with a moan as fingers boldly prodded his arsehole, easing the sensitive ring of nerves before venturing deeper. His head lolled as the appendages stretched the muscles there, bringing discomfort as they stimulated the sore tissues, but they brought such a certain satisfaction inside of him that he couldn't help but push himself further on those talented fingers. He whimpered when they ventured close to his aching spot, one that he knew would give him so much pleasure, but they withdrew, and he almost crowed with frustration.

"Come on sensei. If you don't say it properly, I can't give you what you want." Sharp, blunt nails racked over a stiff nipple.

Kakashi closed his eyes, hips trusting back against the devil behind him.

Some muffled words.

"Did you say something?" A teasing lick on the tip of his flushed ear. A finger tracing the tip of his weeping cock. "Speak louder, I can't hear you."

I…

"…in me…"

"Hmm?"

He was burning. "I…want you…in me."

Obito fucked Kakashi with his fingers again, massaging those velvety walls with a steady pace. He watched as the teacher's head dropped forward with a mewl, hips shoving desperately against him.

No…I need more…

"And what is it of mine that you want inside you, sensei?" He licked his lips. "Come on, say it properly now."

A keen as finally, finally, those fingers brushed against his sweet spot, and Kakashi bowed his back, drooling. Pre-cum leaked steadily onto the wool carpet, and his whole body quivered. With one hand fingering his toy, Obito bent forward, placing his head right behind the silver-haired man, sniffing his oaky scent. He lightly bit a rosy ear.

"Answer me, sensei." A harsh stab to his prostate, and he trembled.

"Hah…hah..hah." He moaned, seemingly oblivious to Obito's prob.

A 'tsk', and suddenly, those wonderful fingers ceased their motions. Kakashi's eyes widen, clamping down on them, throwing the dark-haired man a desperate look over his shoulder. "N-no, please…" He whimpered pitifully, a powerful sense of lust overpowering any sort of rationality that he had. He bucked his hips, trying to get those fingers to move again, to no avail.

Obito withdrew. In one swift movement, he pulled out his wet fingers, and ignoring the other's whimper, the Yakuza leader backed up and sat on the woollen carpet, looking completely composed despite his arousal firmly erect. He pointedly said, "This is no fun, sensei. Since you're so keen on not saying it, you're going to have to do it yourself then."

Kakashi stared at him with glassy eyes. "…myself?" He muttered almost confusedly.

"Why, of course," Those words were purred out. "I'm getting tired anyway, so you better hurry." He grinned unkindly, spreading his legs wider so that his turgid length peeked out more prominently. Boldly, he stroked himself, sighing, aware of a pair of grey irises watching his actions. Obito tilted his head, smiling at that delirious gaze. "You know what to do now, right, sensei?"

"After all, you did do your research thanks to those books you've read."

He leaned back on his elbows, a come-hither look on his devilish handsome face. His cock twitched with interest at the sight of the silver-haired teacher crawling sluggishly towards him with a slacken expression. "Time to put that knowledge to work."

Obito withdrew his hand, as Kakashi replaced with his own, pale, pretty fingers wrapping around the veiny sex. The Hatake crawled over the other man until his bottom was above the large length, long porcelain legs wrapping tightly around the dark-haired man as he faced Obito. The Yakuza leader smirked as his beautiful, little toy wrapped an arm over his neck, lowering himself slowly onto his shaft until the head pressed against his puckered hole.

"I…shall…do it…myself," Kakashi repeated softly, before he impaled himself on that hot, firm organ, crying out as his quivering walls gobbled the length hungrily, the mushroom tip pressing firmly against his sweet spot. He mewled out brokenly, convulsing at the pure, unadulterated pleasure filtering through his senses, head thrown back baring a pale neck. His tight heat gripped Obito with a vengeance, and Kakashi found himself not caring as the sore, abused tissues protested his action -if anything, they added more to his pleasure, bringing a delicious cocktail of agony and satisfying feeling of being stuffed to the brim.

Even though he has initiated it himself, and, despite the eagerness of his body, the silver-haired still felt an overpowering pang of pain running through his body when he shifted the wrong way, due to lack of lubricant used. Trying to subside the feeling of discomfort, he sat still for a moment, gripping tightly around Obito. His mouth and eyes shut tightly with his brows furrowed; he tried to hide such expression by burying his head in Obito's shoulder.

Purring, Obito rolled his hips, enjoying those marvellous sounds coming out from that rosy lips. As Kakashi gripped the hair on the nape of his neck with quivering fingers, Obito, not willing to wait any longer, slided both his hands under the teacher's flanks. In an abrupt motion, he forcefully pulled the silver-haired man up, withdrawing his rod, before brutally slamming it back in, revelling in Kakashi's shout at his action. He thrusted into Kakashi hard and deep, feeling triumph at his conquest as he slammed into that tight heat again and again.

After a while, even the agonizing discomfort started to turn into desirable pleasure. Unconsciously, Kakashi's moans of pain turned into whines of lust, as he squeezed his eyes tightly, enjoying the sensation. Slowly being swept away by the pleasure, the silver-haired teacher was soon brought back to awareness as another stung of pain infiltrated his nerves, this time at the flesh of his neck. Opening an eye to a slit, he realized that the devil had bit him so hard that little drops of red liquid were dripping down. Chuckling, licking the wound, Obito said in a low voice, "Don't fall asleep on me now, sensei."

Every jab against his prostate brought forth a symphony of mewls and appealing whimpers, the snapping of hips against skin seemed so loud in the otherwise quiet room, the sound echoing against the walls. Kakashi shuddered, his cock ramrod straight, steadily spilling wetness against the couple's bellies with each thrust. He clamped down tightly, pushing his ass further onto Obito's rod, biting the collar of Obito's shirt. He was so close…

With a bright red face absolutely plastered with desire, Kakashi could feel his own seed about to come out. He was reaching his climax. But of course, of course, it was exactly then that the demonic man lifted Kakashi up, completely retreating his own stiff shaft from the fluttering ring of muscle. This time, he didn't into Kakashi like he just did before. Instead, with gritted teeth, he forcefully pulled the teacher to stand on his wobbling legs, his crimson irises practically smothering Kakashi with their intense inferno. With an animalistic snarl, lips furling, Obito slammed the silver-haired man against the glass of a nearby window, causing the walls to reverberate from the force. Unable to get a single word out albeit a wheeze of breath, he was pressed firmly against the smooth, cool surface, chest and palms slapped flat. A muscled, powerful body draped heavily over his back, making it even harder to draw in full breaths.

Kakashi froze as his line of sight was met with a bird's eye view of the busy street below; he could see crowds of people crossing the streets, the traffic of cars coming and go, busied with their daily routine. He witnessed a family lounging around a bench, a child laughing as he held a red animal-shaped balloon in his tiny hand, a couple holding hands as they shared an ice-cream together. But the sight of a group of students, still wearing their uniforms despite the hour, horsing around looking for entertainment was the one that made him whimper and tried to wriggle himself free from his confinement. A weighty sense of shame scorched deeply in him as awareness to reality came back to hit him like a tsunami.

A teasing lick against the shell of his ear. "What's the matter, sensei? Afraid that someone could see you?" He sniggered with mirth as the teacher struggled frantically against him, his grey eyes wide open in panic. But Obito simply made him stay put by gripping his damp hair and pressing his head flat against the flat with enough pressure to hurt, the surface fogging with his frantic breath. "All those people down there. What would they think if they saw you like this?" He leaned closer, his tone poisonous. "What would your students think if they saw you like this? Their beloved little teacher pressed against a window, his face flushed and wanton, his pretty little nipples hard and red from being bitten so many times…What would they think, sensei, when they're about to see you get fucked like the whore that you are?" Nudging the head of his cock against Kakashi's entrance, Obito was rewarded with a trembling pled.

"N-no, please…stop…"

"Too bad." Kakashi screamed as Obito penetrated him in one move, filling that warm channel with his stiff rod once more. The dark-haired man thrusts quickly, unrelenting. Migrating his hands to grip snowy, pale hips, Obito grounded down heavily, aiming for that subtle, little spot that he knew would make the teacher unravel easily. All the while, the Hatake flailed, mewling brokenly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as ecstasy overtook him. He tried to sought purchase on the smooth panel, finding none. The line of his back is taut after he slid downwards a bit, his whorish expression slapped firmly against the glass as he drooled from the side of his mouth, white eyelashes fluttering like a broken butterfly. He pushed himself to be fucked further on the other's length, his toes barely touching the carpet. The window was stained with white streaks.

You're mine…mine…. I won't let anyone touch you like this!

Nearing to completion, and knowing that the teacher himself was close, with that dripping arousal slapping wetly against a white belly and the window with each thrust, Obito tilted his head to bite down on a pale shoulder. With a firm snap to Kakashi's sweet spot, a sharp tug of his hair, Obito leaned in to a scarlet ear, and murmured –

"Come for me, Kakashi."

With a howl, a buck of the hips, the teacher came wildly, his whole form quivering intensely as his sex spurted globs and globs of pearly cum against the stained glass; Obito growled roughly as those walls tightened intensely, holding the other firmly close against to plunge his rod as deep as possible before he came, erratically filling his toy with his seeds with a single minded purpose. Once he came down from his high, rolling his hips to spread his come further in that still convulsing channel before he pulled out, making his seeds dribble down a fleshy cheek.

As soon as released his hold on the teacher, Kakashi collapsed immediately to the floor, unable to support himself. With his ass in the air, showing off that beautiful image of that winking swollen, used hole, the silver-haired man laid limp with a cheek pressed against the carpet, those beautiful grey eyes half-lidded as they stared ahead, misted, unseeing, glazed over.

Obito kneeled, running a hand through those soft, damp silvery strands. "Otsukaresama, sensei." He muttered as he stood, fixed his clothes and went back to doing his paperwork. All the while through his work, the silver-haired teacher laid unmoving.

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Author's Note:

Welp, see you in another two years. Yay! Ja ne!

Also, if you haven't notice, Obito really loves touching Kakashi's hair. (Everything actually, he loves touching everything).