Getting four unconscious grown men out of his apartment was an arduous task in and of itself. He and Kakashi had to do it discreetly, which only made matters worse seeing that they were surrounded by other rooms with people desperately trying to slumber. They were anything but quiet, and Sasuke silently prayed to a God he didn't believe in that no one would call the police. He didn't want these sick bastards to ruin his reputation in the outside world; they weren't worth the hassle.
They had to make two trips to get the four men out of their way, Sasuke calculated. In the meantime, they couldn't be seen. It was going to be difficult, especially since the place was illuminated with streetlights after nightfall, but Sasuke Uchiha always loved a challenge.
Kakashi had one man—the heaviest one—hoisted up over a well-muscled shoulder, while Sasuke took the lighter one. Kakashi had always been more fit than he had been, much to his dismay and wounded male pride. His job had called for it, after all. Being a prison guard gave the slightly older male more benefits than Sasuke had at his. Afterall, many of the inmates were detained because of illegal drug use, and hearing their hushed talk to other fellow abusers tipped off Kakashi, unbeknownst to anyone else. If they were stupid enough to get caught, then Kakashi had no mercy towards them, which also made the white-haired male enjoy his job much more than he should have.
The only down-side to the man's job would be one of them recognizing him in the drug world and ratting him out. If that ever were to happen, Kakashi would see to their demise personally, even though he doubted anyone would believe the convict. He also constantly wore his trademark mask while on the job that hid most of his facial features from any curious eyes behind bars, which helped out immensely. Though, his wild silver hair and mismatched eyes didn't aid in his endeavor to hide his identity. He simply styled it differently at work than he would in the outside world, and wore matching colored contacts.
While Kakashi did have benefits, he had his aswell. He smirked, remembering the pink-haired nurse named Sakura Haruno who he managed to seduce into smuggling him pills from the local hospital a month back. Ofcourse, Kakashi didn't know, and he had no intentions of telling him. More for him, in the long run. He got tired of playing nice, deciding to spice things up a bit. He was sure Kakashi had did the same to him a few times, anyway. Payback was indeed a bitch, even if the man was ignorant of it.
Finally making it to their destination without any trouble, the two boys dumped the hired thugs into the giant garbage disposal bin a ways off.
"Like the fucking trash you are," he heard Kakashi mutter under his breath, turning to Sasuke.
"Let's go get the last two," he said, leaving the garbage site. Kakashi followed, looking around the illuminated premises for anyone suspicious. Satisfied, he caught back up with his friend.
"Say, Sasuke," the older began casually, "why haven't you paid Orochimaru?" He couldn't help but to notice the other man tense under his speculating gaze, refusing to look him in the eyes.
"I did," was the clipped reply, refusing to say any more than he had to. Kakashi had always managed to get under his skin, a trait about the older man that he absolutely abhored. He knew exactly which buttons to push, and when; one of the few perks of hanging with the Uchiha for so many years.
"Um, okay. Then why was he at your place at an unearthly hour in the morning, demanding to be paid or else, with hired men to boot?" Really, did Sasuke believe him to be an idiot? Things were ridiculously messed up with his friend lately, and if he had expected Kakashi to just sit back and watch it all unwind, then he didn't know him at all. He may have been an apathetic being on the outside, but that was simply his way of trying to stay unbiased and to calculate situations accordingly, without emotions bubbling to the surface. But now, his emotions were necessary in helping the disheveled man in front of him. Keeping his emotions at bay before was only for he himself, but now they were important in telling him that something was seriously wrong. Things were beginning to change drastically.
"Because he's a fucking idiot, that's why. He already got what he wanted. He's not getting extra." Sasuke had tried to keep his voice even, but with each word that passed quivering lips, he couldn't stop his voice from wavering with irritation and anger, desperation; an emotion that the great Sasuke Uchiha would at all costs deny feeling to preserve his stuck-up pride. He was scaring himself. Since when did he show any emotion at all?
"You explain it like I should know what's going on already, but the truth is, you don't tell me anything." They were already back at the apartment, he realized. The raven-haired male thrusted Orochimaru over his shoulder, leaving the last of the thugs to Kakashi.
"Stop acting like an emotional bitch. I have reasons for my actions, and that's that." Glaring at Kakashi, he pushed past him and out into the night air once more, not bothering to wait. Fuck him, Sasuke thought. Why was he doing this to him? Didn't he see that he was having a difficult time? Why couldn't he just back the fuck off and let him sort out his own shit?
So much for trying to guilt his friend into submission. He should have known that Sasuke couldn't give a damn, but this wasn't over yet. Far from it. Grabbing the last one, he rushed after Sasuke,"So are you saying that I should just obey your every decision without an explanation? I do believe I deserve more for all I've done. An explanation is the least you could do."
"If you've got a problem with me, there's the door. I just don't understand why you're bringing this up now after all of these years of working with me. You of all people should know how I do things." Kakashi was really starting to piss him off. If this continued any longer, then he would not be held accountable for his actions. He didn't want to have to get violent with one of his closest friends while trying to stay unnoticed, but if this didn't end then he had no other choice.
Reaching the dumpster once more, they both ridded themselves of the last of them, Sasuke realizing that Kakashi had grown eerily quiet in the meantime. He couldn't remember the last time that the usually aloof and seemingly oblivious man had become this serious, and it irked him. He could almost feel the sharp claws of worry beginning to edge their way into his gut. Then, as if a plug had been pulled, he heard Kakashi speak once more.
"You've been more pissier than usual lately, something I haven't failed to pick up on. Something's happening with you. Can you blame me for being concerned? Contrary to popular belief, I'm not an idiot. I know when something's up. All I'm asking for is a simple explanation."
Fuck it all.
"All I'm asking for is for you to shut the fuck up and mind your own damn business! I'm not a fucking pussy—I can take care of my own damn problems! Why the fuck do you care so much, huh?! What's fucking in it for you?!" he all but screamed in the man's face, voice echoing into the endless night. His breath was labored, eyes cold, fierce, and wild. He really didn't give a shit anymore. He was livid.
"Sasuke, for God's sake—!"
"Um, ...excuse me?"
An unknown voice behind them cut Kakashi off along with two light taps on his right shoulder. Both men visibly paled, realizing how loud they had become at so early in the morning. They were still standing by the garbage, though luckily the four unconscious men were hidden from view. Slowly turning, they met the eyes of one of the complex's occupants clad in their night clothes. Realizing he had finally got the two arguing men's attention, he continued, "You do realize it's almost four in the morning, correct? I have work in two hours, and I'd appreciate it I could spend my last few hours at home in peace."
Surprisingly, the middle-aged man wasn't at all rude with them, just a little irritated, and for that Kakashi was thankful. For if anyone would have confronted Sasuke at the moment besides him, he would fear for their safety.
"R-Right. Sorry about that," Kakashi apologized, watching the man irritably walk away back to his door which had been only a few feet away. Oh. Now he could understand why the man hadn't been so happy with them. He was surprised that it took that long for anyone to come out and hush them or worse, the owner confronting them for being out past curfew. He was thankful, though.
With that confrontation, Kakashi had managed to calm down when it came to his argument with Sasuke. Okay, he realized, maybe he could have went about that a little bit better, and maybe he could have actually planned it out instead of randomly bringing up the subject at one of the worst possible times of de-thugging his friend's apartment. He couldn't help it, though. Curiosity had gotten the better of him. Or maybe it was just the drugs.
"Sasuke—"
"Come on. We shouldn't be out here."
He was going to apologize for one of the first times ever, but since Sasuke cut him off, he supposed that it wasn't needed. Sasuke must've sensed it and stopped him. He knew his friend wasn't into that sentimental shit, then again, he wasn't either. Shrugging, he followed the shorter man back to his apartment, relieved that he had calmed down. Sasuke could be bipolar sometimes, and he couldn't help but to snicker.
Sasuke merely raised a single finely trimmed eyebrow in questioning at Kakashi's childish antics while the older man simply shook his head, signaling it to be nothing. They were amazing. After all of that, they were back to how it had been in mere seconds. He really didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one. He would just have to take it how it was.
With a clear mind at last, both realized the mess around them. A few trickles of blood stained the beige carpeting below their feet while seveal multi-colored billiard balls littered the floor at random places with two abandoned pool sticks. Now that everything had settled, Kakashi couldn't help but to notice the throbbing pain between his legs from earlier. Damn Sasuke to hell. He would have to bust another tab for the pain, he told himself even though he would've busted one up even if he hadn't been in pain. He shrugged it off.
"While you do the clean-up, I'll bust one for us, alright? This one's from my stash, this time," Kakashi offered, thinking it to be the least he could do after everything.
"Naturally you're taking the better end of the deal, like always." He heard Sasuke mumble while grabbing some carpet cleaner and a brush from the kitchen and returning to begin cleaning the crimson stains out of his beloved carpet.
"Hey, I'm taking tabs out of my collection this time so I don't want to hear it," he retorted, keeping a playful tone to be sure that Sasuke knew he was joking. No need for a repeat of last time.
"You owed me that anyway, fuck-tard," Sasuke muttered while beginning to scrub. Luckily, the stains were coming out pretty easily seeing the fact that they didn't have much time to dry and settle in before being cleaned up. He really didn't feel like hearing the landlord bitch about carpet stains later, so he scrubbed a little harder just to be sure.
Kakashi pretended not to hear that last part as he disappeared into the kitchen, making sure all windows were secured, shut, and hidden away by the curtains. He supposed he did owe Sasuke that for all of the commotion he caused today.
Finding the desired materials he needed which consisted of a cigarette lighter and a hollowed out pen, he went to work, crushing the tiny tablet into a fine powder. Making sure to rid it of any lumps, he split the powder into two lines—one for him, and the other for Sasuke. Feeling the familiar tugs of addiction at his insides, he decided to go ahead and hit his line, not waiting for Sasuke. He could already feel his nose running from just looking at the crushed substance before him.
Refusing to wait any longer, he grabbed the hollowed pen and went to work, holding the opposite side of his nose. One end of the pen was pressed into the free nostril while the other was pushed into the powdery substance. His nose then greedily sucked in the abused substance in one go, causing the silver-haired man to cough harshly as the powder clogged the back of his throat.
"Your—" He coughed, "Your hit, Sasuke." He gave a strong snort when he began feeling the crushed tablet start to run from his nose.
"Too much for you, Hatake?" Sasuke smirked, finishing up the last bit of his cleaning. It was good to see that he was back to his smug self again, atleast.
"Fuck off. Atleast I don't have to take breaks and can hit the whole line at once, Uchiha," he mocked. Noticing the residue his line left behind, he licked a digit and thumbed up the rest, licking it greedily off as he handed Sasuke the pen.
Sasuke scoffed, choosing to ignore that comment and looked to the pen in distaste. He thought about just grabbing another bill out of his wallet, but then just shrugged. The pen was already out and waiting, so why the hell not?
Mimicking his friend's actions, it didn't take him long to finish his own line and for the substance to do it's job. It was just the usual RC's they normally hit, so they were used to its affects, but that didn't mean that they didn't enjoy them.
About five minutes in and they were feeling pretty good, as Kakashi had said before finding a seat on Sasuke's plush couch.
"I don't think I want to play pool for awhile," he said to himself while eyeing Sasuke's pool table in front of him wearily, recalling earlier events. He was beginning to grow sleepy—it was almost five in the morning—but fought off the urge. Sleeping off the effects of the pill he just snorted would be counterproductive, so he continued to stifle his yawns as he noticed Sasuke sitting at the kitchen table, sipping juice of all things. He fought back the childish urge to giggle. Sasuke seemed to notice.
"Is there a problem?" he asked in a bored tone, sipping up more of his apple juice. Sasuke tried his best to sound intimidating, but obviously failed when he noticed the prison guard lose himself in laughter.
"S-Sasuke, there's alcohol in the fridge. Atleast mix it with the juice! Ah, you're so manly," he joked, rubbing his face with his palms to try and rid himself of laughter and sleep both.
"I swear, Kakashi, you can't remember shit. Alcohol is for faggots. Oh, and whenever you leave, take it with you because I don't what that shit in my fridge."
"Fine, fine. I suppose I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up with bringing it earlier anyway. I just thought you might have had a change of heart. Silly me," he sighed, dragging himself up from Sasuke's couch and into the kitchen to mix himself a drink. He would make good use of Sasuke's juice, whether the man liked it or not.
Meanwhile, Sasuke lifted himself from the kitchen table, mumbling something about the bathroom, before disappearing down the unlit hallway. Kakashi smirked evily. Now was his chance. His friend needed to loosen up, and crushing up a tasteless and odorless drug into his drink would do just that. He didn't bother to look at what it was as he was in a hurry, and made quick work of crushing it and letting it dissolve into Sasuke's juice. And that was that.
Deciding to sit at the kitchen table (because the man would have a bitch-fit if he brought any food or drink into his living room), he left the juice and vodka out in front of him. He had already downed his first drink and was intent on mixing more until he deemed himself tipsy enough. He knew that mixing drugs and alcohol was dangerous, but at the moment, he didn't give a damn. He was happy.
Hearing padded thumps making their way into the kitchen, Kakashi couldn't help but to hide a smirk behind his glass as Sasuke took his seat. He eyed the bottle of vodka wearily before shaking his head in disapproval, but didn't say anything. He was too tired, anyhow.
Downing more of his juice, he frowned, noticing his friend's strange behavior. Sometimes, he swore that Kakashi had mental issues. Hell, maybe he did for all he knew. He then imagined a retarded Kakashi, smirking to himself. Okay, maybe they both needed mental help.
Beside him, Kakashi had already went through several glasses of alcohol, and was feeling pretty dizzy already. It seemed that the pills heightened it's affects, because he could never remember getting tipsy this easily. It took a lot more alcohol than that.
He noticed that Sasuke had already finished his drink and was headed toward the sink to put his glass away. Pouring one more glass, he put extra vodka into his orange juice. He knew that this one would have quite a kick to it, and prepared himself as he took several large gulps. Damn, that had been way too much vodka. Then again, he had never been a good mixer. He shrugged, finishing off the rest before he got up, feeling himself sway to the side and catching himself as he grabbed a hold of the chair. Before him, he noticed Sasuke's odd behavior aswell as he handed him his glass to be washed. Atleast he knew that his drug was beginning to take effect. Now to sit back and watch as he headed towards the living room couch.
He noticed Sasuke tapping his foot anxiously in front of the sink—he washed their glasses quickly and shakily, trying to appear irritated but failing. Sasuke could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, and discreetly looked back at Kakashi who appeared to be dozing on his couch. He had to have did something. He never felt this way before. His mind was eerily calm, almost spaced out even though he could feel his heart beating rapidly and his sense of feeling was magnified immensely. He had never taken a drug that affected him like this. He wanted to be pissed, but he couldn't. Damn Kakashi!
By this time, both the drugs and alcohol had completely taken control of Kakashi. As he looked around, he could barely remember or make out where he was. His vision was horribly blurred—everything was merely neutral splotches of color in his eyes and his mind was blank. Suddenly, a large mass of black invaded his line of sight, and a muddled deep voice appeared to be speaking yet he could no longer make out the words.
"Kakashi... What—what the fuck have you done to me...?" His voice was soft and calm, so unlike his normal self. All of a sudden, he just wanted to touch and be touched. Just the simple feel of his bare feet on the carpet brought pleasant tingles up his spine as he stood in front of Kakashi who was currently in a daze and completely unaware of everything.
He hadn't a clue what he was doing when he suddenly grabbed Kakashi's arm and simply felt; felt it's warmth, the rippling muscles underneath... He stroked the man's arm with light caresses, slowly getting down on his knees in front of the couch, no longer thinking. His whole body tingled and he shivered. He just wanted to be pressed up against something; that warmth...
The other man on the couch vaguely wondered what was going on, but didn't put too much thought into anything. The sudden warmth about his body was welcoming, and he didn't want it to end. Those butterfly touches gently caressing slowly up his arm only made him want more. Without thinking he pulled his friend's arm with a sharp tug, causing Sasuke to fall unceremoniously into his lap with a gasp.
Both of their bodies sprang to life instantly by Kakashi's sudden ministration, and at that moment, Sasuke's very resolve snapped.
Taking both of Kakashi's hands, he placed them on his body roughly, straddling the slightly older man, one knee on each side. Pressing into him, he grabbed the man's face and pulled down the mask he normally wore to shield his identity to the prisoners. Noticing the man's hands about his body weren't moving, he rocked into him roughly.
"God, Kakashi, just fuckin' touch me!"
In all honesty, Kakashi hadn't a clue what the man had just desperately ground out, but he did what felt natural in that situation. He moved his hands about his friend's body, finding a hard nipple through a silky satin shirt and rubbed it. He wondered why they were muscular and weren't fleshy like all the other women he had been with, but didn't really care too much. The man rocking into his growing arousal felt pretty damn amazing, and he didn't want it to stop, so he kept it up.
He moved his hands everywhere and anywhere, doing anything to incite a response from the other male and to encourage him to keep up whatever he was doing to create the amazing rush of pleasure his body was feeling.
Before he knew it, a pair of scalding lips were about his own, kneading them into submission. Letting the other man take over, he slowly leaned back onto the couch until his back met the soft cushions with Sasuke straddling his groin overtop him. He could feel a growing hardness in his jeans as they suddenly became tight. Seeking friction, he bucked up into Sasuke with a gasp as the younger male's tongue entered into his mouth enticingly, tasting every inch.
Any kind of thought processes the two had up until then had long since vanished, leaving nothing but a smouldering lust in it's haze as Sasuke ground his hips into the writhing man beneath him, over and over, back and forth. As the need for air became evident, a delicious smack sounded as their lips disconnected with a stream of candied saliva and soft pants.
Neither thought to undress as their rocking continued, growing more and more desperate with each thrust over eachother's clothed erections. Lapping up a bead of salty sweat from the older man's neck, Sasuke sucked and nibbled gently despite the roughness of his thrusting, erupting a moan from the man below him.
With each strangled gasp that left Kakashi's mouth, an awareness was slowly awakening within him. He started to recognize the man atop him with his obsidian locks and pallid skin. His normally stoic demeanor was lost as he witnessed him losing control. Eyes normally emotionless were fiery with passion and half-lidded with lust, sweat glistening on his skin and dark tresses sticking to his forehead. He couldn't help but feel that something was terribly wrong about this situation. But as that mind-numbing pleasure inside him was beginning to build, he decided to dismiss the thought for the moment, arching up into the being who was pressing down into him. Moans and gasps were growing louder, more desperate, and with just a few more thrusts and arches, both came with a loud, drawn-out moan.
"Ah, fuck..." he heard Sasuke mumble, coming down from that height of pleasure, face buried in his clothed chest which was dampened with drying sweat.
Awareness slowly faded back into Kakashi as the alcohol and the drugs wore off. A foreboding sense of impending doom donned over him.
"Fuck indeed, Sasuke. But for an entirely different reason..."
Sasuke soon fell asleep.
Sorry for any inacurrate information. It's not like I had the Internet at the time to do research. But I finally managed to get this posted after so long! Thank GOD! It's been sitting here on my laptop, just wasting away for ages!
Oh, and for those of you who are wondering and maybe even freaking out—this will not be a KakaSasu or SasuKaka fanfiction. What just happened was simply for the sake of the plot. And sorry for that crappy lemon. It practically wrote itself—I just wanted to get that part done and over with.
BUT! The "man by the window" will be returning soon enough for the people who are waiting on that.
Sorry if I sound like a broken record, but if you've been reading my other fanfictions, you already know that I don't have internet access at my home—I haven't for three-four years now—and that's why it takes me a ridiculous amount of time to update. I should be moving soon into a more affordable house, and because of that I should be able to afford internet. I am so cut off from the outside world, it's ridiculous. I don't even have TV, O.o. But enough of that. I don't know when the next update will be, but I promise that I utterly refuse to make you guys wait as long as you did for this chapter. Who knows, by the time I get internet to get this posted, chapter five might be typed up and finished and you could get a double-update!
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