Disclaimer: I'll never to write again. Wait! Sorry, wrong disclaimer. Try this one - I don't own Naruto. There, that's better

OK, we begin the final arc (geeze, a fic long enough to have arcs - pathetic!) here we go - I did make this an "M", right - please skip bold header section if poorly-crafted sexual content is offensive.

The constant assault of pleasurable sensations managed to convince both mind and instinct that the body was correct: the room was far too warm, and it was reasonable to join in clothing removal if only to survive. The appreciative sounds of Iruka's masseuse helped with the embarrassment of being revealed in such a state. The ensuing application of said noises directly to the target area via the wet, agile tongue and firm lips was just enough to tip the scales. The already loosened and slightly dreamy sensei, dizzy with desire that his drug-muted inhibitions allowed to run free, wasn't getting dressed and going anywhere soon.

That someone would do things that felt this good to him naked was surreal.

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That something so good could feel so bad was a given, if you were only an observer and the object of your desire was participating with someone else.

Hatake Kakashi had been around the world and back again, sexually speaking, and he couldn't have been more painfully aware of exactly what was happening right under his own very unhappy, unsatisfied ass.

It was, to say the least, conflicting.

His options all sucked. To bust in and put a stop to it, get reprimanded, traumatize Iruka, the prison time for snapping a doctor in twain…that was actually his favorite option. Leave, as if there were nothing wrong and nothing to be done…out of the question because he still felt something was wrong, his senses still chattered that there was danger, and he thought he detected a trifle of strangeness in Iruka's still-weakened force. Stay and witness what was apparently to come - oh, hell no.

It was an overwhelming shock when he detected the high level of wanton responsiveness forming in Iruka's unique chakra, a totally unfamiliar combination. And how could his chunin possibly disregard the "accidental" drops of chakra a houseplant could identify as Kakashi's in the midst of it?

He had to step back at that. He was supposed to be a genius, couldn't he figure out what that implied?

Iruka was with someone he'd chosen, and Kakashi couldn't be farther from his mind..

As much as it pained him, his only real choice was to back off. In deference to his stupid sense of danger, he'd summoned Pakkun to set up watch, and to let him know when the happy couple went to ground. He just wanted to see Iruka when he came out, and make sure he really was fine, before he decided what all this meant in the long run.

He flashed away without bothering to hide the disturbance.

Pakkun returned to fulfill his mission, curious to see if the his master's stray was really doing the deed. The deed was always in the dog top ten list of things to know about others. As he curled up casually at the front step he had to give his collar a shake. Oh, yeah. That's the deed, all right.

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The careful progression had taken them a lot further than the Doctor would have ordered, but the patient was really on a roll, and he made it clear he wanted to experience this as the seme. So, to be taken as directed, he found himself poised ready and breathless, presenting himself as a calm and inviting partner as best he could. Dark brown, heavy lidded eyes swept down to watch as he prepared to guide him in.

Iruka's eyes flashed a hint of alarm, of reconsideration. He pulled back slightly, his voice strained as he panted, "You don't have to do this for me."

"I'm fine. Listen. Listen to me. If you don't want to, we won't. But I do want to. No one is making me do anything." He wrapped him legs around Iruka's and urged him down gently. To calm his doubts he began kissing the still-worried face, nuzzling the scar across his nose and snuffling in his ear to break the tension. He could feel the conflicting emotions battle in the sweat-slicked chest but the gentle assault was easing him back.

He whispered deep into Iruka's ear "We need to slip you inside me."

He bit his lower lip to suppress his excitement when he felt the hesitant nudge of hard swollen cock against his agonizingly ready opening. He had to resist the urge to pull them together, holding his breath.

Marsh reached down slowly, deliberately, and slicked more oil on, assuring them both that he was still hard and ready. Iruka moved then, watching for any sign of pain or fear, torn between feeling like a lover and an unwanted abuser. He slid into the slick hot grip of muscle slowly, and Marsh clutched at him, rising up to meet him, briefly closing his eyes to focus on the sensation his body craved.

"Push, you have to push it in deep…" He sank his fingers into the firm ass and encouraged , but Iruka didn't relent. He was slow, working into the tight passage by small increments, in steady even movements. The way he imagined he would enjoy it if someone ever cared how he felt as a bottom. It felt incredible and the delicious panting his flushed partner was making underneath him kept him focused, feeling hot pins and needles from the tip of his hardness to the pit of his stomach.

Somewhere in the back of his mind the doctor cleared his throat and tried to remind the moaning blond that this was supposed to be work. He responded defiantly by pulling himself up by his patient's neck and kissing him passionately, panting his name and drowning in his dreamy brown eyes. He shifted his ass to get better control and began squeezing back rhythmically in time with the searingly hot slow thrusts, resisting his building climax and guiding the motion away from the spot that would take him over the edge in no time. Iruka had to cum no matter what.

He tongued the salty dark expanse of firm flesh from base of throat to chin slowly , his nose bumping against the strong neck at the apex of each of his partner's thrusts. His fingers slid down and twisted the brown nipples just hard enough, and he was rewarded by the first real moan from the chunin.

Iruka suddenly grabbed his ass and gripped it forcibly, spreading him open further and plunging in harder and faster, no longer watching or worrying. He escalated his pace, his desire and his pulsing cock driving him into animalistic aggression and sinking in so deep that, with no sac in the way, was almost too deep for his partner to take. The blond couldn't control the pounding and it hit his point of ecstasy roughly on the way to hammering in too far too hard and jolting him with pain. He buried his face in the body in top of him to stifle his cries as he tried to hold back, make it to the goal. The pain broke his concentration and he came hard, his ass gripping the sliding rod of flesh in irregular tight spasms and eliciting a cry from Iruka as he arched back and his body exploded in his own pulsing orgasm.

The ecstasy robbing him of breath and the wonder at being able to reach this level of heaven threaded through his mind as he drifted back into a relaxed daze, letting the other man clean them both up with a towel and help him tug the shorts back on. When he tried to sit up he felt woozy, so he flopped back down and rolled his head lazily to locate Marsh.

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Marsh had his patient cleaned up and covered immediately, knowing that Iruka's experience would be judged as much by the aftermath as by the act, and making sure that he felt safe and cared for was the primary goal at this point. He got himself somewhat situated at the same time. The bathing could wait a little while, might be solo or together, he'd have to see how things were going at that point. Oh, mercy. He hurt like hell, but Iruka shouldn't have detected that, it should have been a completely positive experience. Over time, with a little more practice and confidence, they could work on his aggressiveness and some techniques to mitigate it. Anything that might be taken as criticism would be too devastating now.

A slow chill filled the room and he started to turn from Iruka to see if the front door or window had blown open somehow. A hard angry fist nabbed him by the back of the neck and jerked him up into the air, shaking him like an errant kitten.

"That was a big mistake. This changes everything." The deep voice was the perfect pitch of threat and promise. "I'll have to take you both."

He couldn't see his captor but the look in Iruka's eyes made his heart sink even more. Terrified, guilty, sad and longing all at once, staring as if the whole world held but one sight to behold.

When Iruka saw Mizuki uncloak, his body grabbed his mind and made for cover. His instincts, twisted from long years of mismanagement, took over like they'd never been apart. He bowed his head and apologized. How could he have done such a thing, and right in front of him. It was expected, that he would get things wrong. It was only right that he receive punishment. It wasn't even so painful to think of, slightly high like he was. And it wouldn't be lonely, he could count on that.

"Stop stalling." Mizuki held out an arm and Iruka began to rise unsteadily, suddenly yanked up to full height by a handful of hair. Released, he stumbled against Marsh, still held painfully aloft.

With a flash of the massive free hand the three disappeared from the village.

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Pakkun yelped, the blast of uncloaked black chakra hit his eavesdropping senses like headphones suddenly cranked up to 10. The background impression of humans doin' what comes naturally was a whisper compared to this. The boss said there might be trouble. He didn't mention total disaster. He darted away to get Kakashi, to enter his detection range and call him in.

He was a dozen strides from the apartment when all the windows blew out, sending glass, wood, books and coat hangers flying like missiles in every direction. That was a close one, and the boss was really going to be pissed if he thought he'd let his stray get blown away.

At the first frantic blast of Pakkun's call Kakashi flashed in at the front if the apartment to stand in the rising dust of the debris. The apartment was echoing with the racket of items still toppling and crashing inside, something round spinning to a stop on the floor with a ringing sound.

"Someone teleported first," Pakkun growled, scrabbling in through a gaping window. His feet hit the ground as his nose reported in. "Make that all of them. No trace."

Kakashi summoned two more ninken, and the four moved aloft to scan the perimeter and pick up the scent. The heavily forested southeast border caught the dogs' keen senses.

The silver-hair jounin followed the swiftly moving pack, darting to the east barrier wall of the village. He slowed them into stealth and they broached the massive stones like shadows, dropping and freezing on the other side. A meaningful look from Pakkun told Kakashi they were on the right path.

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"You always were a lot of work, Iruka," Mizuki grumbled, hands on his hips in annoyed superiority.

Marsh was bleeding from his ear, dazed, and Iruka was trying to get him up, barely able to stand himself.

"You can't teleport him again," Iruka whined, feeling crushed from the drain on his own weakened body as well. "He's just a regular guy, you'll kill him."

"You're no better, you slut, you're half-dead too. No wonder you can't find a decent fuck. Pick him up now, we have to get moving."

Iruka tried desperately, but the forced teleporting had stripped his barely healing chakra channels raw, and his physical strength was far from normal. He fumbled at Marsh's arm, trying to get his shoulder into the blond's armpit to leverage him up.

"Do it Iruka." Mizuki's voice was quieter and octave lower, a sinister edge in the simple phrase. It was his midnight voice, and it loomed too close. Iruka abandoned his futile efforts, flung his arms up over his head to get something in between his face and the eyes drilling into him. When Mizuki took his wrist he started to scream but the other hand slapped into his throat and cut off the air neatly. "You need a refresher course. You've forgotten your lessons."

Still clamping down on the throat, he released the wrist and slashed his thick pointed fingernails down Iruka's forearm, raking furrows of flesh away and drawing bright channels of blood.

He squeezed, kneaded, until the forearm was coated with blood . Iruka's struggles were slowing already. He smeared the bloody forearm against Iruka's face, then let go of the smaller man entirely. The arm stayed planted against the quieting face, becoming the focus for it.

"Look at it. Taste it, that's a good boy. You need to do this on your own so we don't have to use words." Watching Iruka, he slowly gnawed the bits of flesh from under his fingernails, satisfied that he'd triggered instant submission on the first try. And without much blood, at that. Iruka was always so much fun, in spite of the effort. "If we have to travel overland, you'll need to behave."

Holding out his arm, he beckoned with his fingers and Iruka shuffled to him, sucking quietly on his forearm and staring at him cautiously. The large paw caught him up and slung him over a shoulder, and he clung tight with the uninjured arm, sucking harder on his arm as the movement startled him. He felt the body beneath him dip and lean, and a head and arm appeared across from him on the other shoulder, hanging down silently. Rising into the air he clutched harder and felt the rude clasp of a hand on his backside, holding him firmly as they ricocheted off of a tree then shot across the forest canopy at remarkable speed.

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The traps slowed them a little, and the false scent only fooled the other dogs - Pakkun was too seasoned a veteran to fall for such a pedestrian trick. When they reached the small clearing, the nin-dog reported his find.

"Small bits of the teacher's flesh. Very small. A scraping wound maybe. Not much blood, but fresh blood. His. And drops of the non-nin's - its organic blood - but not stomach.

"Intestinal?" Kakashi growled.

"No. Not digestive. Head or lung I think, from an injury. For as fresh as all this is, the scent of fear isn't strong at all. Another thing about the teacher's blood - tranquillizing drug. Well metabolized. Probably introduced well over an hour ago."

Kakashi's teeth gritted. He was drugged in that apartment? It was the wrong decision not to intervene. That issue was going to revisited as soon as this got resolved.

"Pakkun, go on. Who's taken them?"

"The same scent as the boots, boss," Pakkun rasped. "It's him, no mistake."

"I need you to go to the Hokage and get her to send backup. I'll keep trailing. Let her know Mizuki's got Iruka and his idiot doctor. If I can snag Iruka safely I'm going to do it before he gets to whatever cave he's living in now. There's extra steak in this for you and the boys, Pak."

"I'll take it, but we'd hustle anyway. Teacher's got the best belly-scratch technique in all of Leaf. I'd like a chunk of that Mizuki guy myself. Rowf." Pakkun darted back on his task and Kakashi signaled to the two larger ninken to resume tracking.

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Sitting cross legged on the wooden landing, Genma absently thunked a kunai into the wood just in reach, pulling it out then impaling it again, in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Raidou, leaning on the wall and sitting as well, sipped his iced tea and watched.

"You should go on home," Genma said evenly. Thunk. "It was nice of you to hang around, but I'm" Thunk. "all right."

"Okay, just let me finish my tea." He nursed it with deliberate sloth, making sure he got a nod in return.

Thunk…………thunk……………thunk

"You're going to piss off the termites if you keep doing that."

Thunk.

"And the land lord."

Thunk.

"Gen."

Thunk.

"Genma!"

Thunk.

"Listen! We need to go!"

Stilling his hand, he snapped out of his haze into alert. The tower bells. He was on call. Dammit!

He dashed into the apartment and snagged extra senbon and powders, locking up and nearly running

Raidou over, waiting stiffly outside.

"Whatever it is, if you're not up to it, speak up."

"Move your ass." Gen pushed past him, launching into a sprint. "Slowpoke."

They dashed to the Tower, fleet feet skimming the dirt path and sending bare puffs of dust up in their wake. It was a close one, but Genma won again. They skidded to a halt as Tsunade came barreling out of the hallway. This was a sure sign of a very serious situation. It had gotten the Hokage out from behind her desk at a prime drink-sneaking hour.

Pakkun was in her arms, looking cowed. She thrust the dog into Raidou's startled face.

"Take him. Mizuki's kidnapped Iruka and Dr. Marsh. Kakashi's trailing to try and get Iruka. I need Marsh back too, dammit. Equal importance in this mission, got it? I need them both back alive! Now - and these details Hatake does not know, so inform him - Mizuki is linked with Orochimaru. From his direction of travel, that's where he's taking them. The only thing to our advantage right now is that he's forced to travel by land, otherwise we'd be screwed already. If you approach Orochimaru's compound from the Northwest direction there is thick cover and a submerged entrance previously prepared by ANBU operatives. Those ANBU were pulled off of watch on the area for a skirmish two days away. The decision was made not to divert them, so you gentlemen are it. Do you have full stealth kits?" They nodded.

"Watch yourselves, and no fighting in the compound except to avoid deadly force. Don't start the war today. Now, execute your orders, and come home safely."

Raidou released Pakkun and they were running again, settling down to let the nindog set the pace.

Mizuki was good, Kakashi knew it, and the stalemate had to stand for now. He could get fairly close, but even in motion Mizuki had a perimeter set up, and he'd placed ridiculously large bright exploding tags on both the men he carried. Whether a ruse or a booby-trap he didn't know, but it was just as effective either way. He could only follow and avoid tripping any traps, unless he wanted to retrieve his friend in bits.

Having covered his ass so thoroughly, it probably accounted for his bouts of chattiness and the stop at the river that Kakashi would never forget.

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"Thirsty, boys?" Mizuki dumped them on the riverbank, scanning the clear water for a suitable spot. A deep pocket in the dead zone would be best. Very still, clear water was the requirement.

He found it. Perfect.

Marsh was recovering, and Iruka was still subdued but functional. Iruka had never seen this river before. He realized, with a slowly clearing head, that he hadn't been doing any of the things he should be doing to survive, like gauge the captor, memorize the route, try to escape, etc. And he was the ranking operative here, Marsh would know none of this.

"Something about river water?" Mizuki's voice was suspiciously light. He took Iruka's arm. "Time for more teaching, sensei. I want to show you something." He stationed Iruka next to him, facing the flow of the water. The blue sky and wispy clouds reflected in the sunlit areas, the smooth river rock visible through the crystal-clear water in the shadows.

He reached for Marsh and tugged him over in front of them, his back to the water, and forced him down to his knees.

"Just watch."

Mizuki moved forward and tipped Marsh back and over, head and shoulders shocking at ice cold water. No time to prepare, he was protesting as he went under and inhaled water immediately. The water churned as fought explosively at the searing pain in his chest.

Mizuki pulled him back out, dissatisfied.

"No, hold on." He lifted up Marsh and dropped him on the bank, waiting in annoyance as he coughed and retched up water, choking. "He'll work it out, let him alone. We don't want to linger here too long. Go ahead and get yourself a drink."

Iruka froze. Mizuki wore an interested look , one eyebrow cocked up in question. Oh, not thirsty all of a sudden?

"I said," he smiled, "get yourself a drink. Do you want some help?" He brought his arms around Iruka from behind, moved him firmly forward to the edge of the water. Iruka dipped in a violently shaking hand, by the time he brought it back to his mouth all the water had fallen.

The breath on his neck and the voice were all his senses could take in, and his hand hovered an inch from his face, unable to complete the action.

Mizuki cupped his hand around Iruka's, guided it back down into the water. The action leaned his body against Iruka's from behind, and it pushed him closer to the edge. Iruka reeked of fear. Mizuki savored it, let it wash over him, dragging out the moment. The quaking body, bent poised over the water, barely breathed. This would be difficult to give up. Iruka was very special.

Held firmly and his control deferred, his guided hand dipped up the water , came back up to his lips. He drank obediently, still shaking .

"I will never, ever get enough of seeing that face. I just don't know what to do," Mizuki sighed, leaning back and releasing the smaller man. He looked over his shoulder at Marsh, who was doing a reasonable semblance of a breathing person. The man had swayed to his feet, an for an amused moment it looked like he was considering escape.

"If you reach the edge of my chakra range it'll set off my tag, and you'll be slut confetti. Just saying. Go ahead and run if that sounds good to ya." He rose and enjoyed the flash of panic on the flushed, dripping face. "That is a nice look you have. Let's try that again."

Marsh watched Iruka past the crazy man-ape that had just tried to drown him and scoured his mind for some solution, some way out for them both. This man was surgically precise in his torment of Iruka; he wasn't half-bad at terrifying Marsh, either, and it made it hard to think. If he couldn't think of something they were both heading for something truly horrible, because their abductor wasn't doing all of this for nothing.

Gripped tight again, Marsh stumbled as he was walked backward to the edge of the water, resisting harder at being pushed down. In the end it was futile, his knees threatened to snap and he had no illusions about Mizuki's willingness to do whatever it took to get him down. He bit down on his lip to keep silent. Yelling wouldn't do any good, Mizuki would probably be excited by it and it would be that much worse for Iruka. At least he'd know to hold his breath this time.

"Help me out here, Iruka. You keep his head under." was the last thing he heard before plunging into the frigid water again.

Mizuki held him by the arms across his chest and pinned him down to the river bed., and he desperately strained his head up for air. He could feel the tip of his nose just break water and the seconds ticked off, he never was one to be able to hold his breath a long time. The discomfort became urgency as his lungs became more insistent, and his struggles more frantic.

Through the wavering watery images of sky, trees and shadows, his bugging eyes registered the movement of the looming figures. A second pair of hands broke through the surface to press on his forehead firmly, pushing his face inches below the surface and stealing any leverage to rise up. There was no hesitation evident in the hands that fulfilled that task, and the agony of that realization almost equaled the pain and panic that gripped his chest for the second time today as his lungs clutched for air, and instead hauled in water that burned like fire.

Mizuki wasn't happy, it wasn't satisfying at all to see this guy turn blue. He didn't have a cute face when he drowned. It was rather unattractive, and it spoiled the moment and threatened to taint his old memories of Iruka's beautiful struggles. He wasn't sure he should be bothering to revive someone like that. And they needed to get going.

"He's gonna get my shoulder all wet. And who knows what diseases you two have." He pushed half-heartedly on the blob beneath him, watching a gout of water spurt out. "You give him the mouth-to-mouth then."

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Kakashi was stunned. As much as he would have liked to kill the man, this was a bit much. He couldn't tell if Iruka wanted to do it or not; maybe it was a reaction to being forced into something earlier. No court would convict him for that. But he didn't look angry. He looked excited.

And now they were bringing him back, Mizuki'd cleared out his lungs and Iruka was breathing for him , listening to his chest, looking horrified. The body in the sodden sweatpants was still alive after all. He even seemed to try and get away from Iruka when he came to and realized who was hovering over him.

Poetic justice, that.

He faded back into his cover but the nindogs actions reassured him. In the branches near him, they sent out a silent whine of greeting, and Pakkun indeed appeared on a branch higher up, with two very serious-looking shinobi in tow.

Before they could give Kakashi the updated information from the Hokage, Mizuki had hefted his charges and jetted onward. With a nod the ninken tracked and the jounin silently signed to one another before taking up the chase again.

Mizuki talked as he knifed through the trees at a middling level, avoiding the exposure of the treetops, and the potential observers at ground level. He stopped to set a trap here and there, but for the most part he waxed nostalgic to his captive audience. He thought it was a shame that he wasn't quite sharing memories with his special person, but he could at least tell him all that he'd missed. It was almost like reliving those days, especially when he got delicious reactions like that last one. He could swear that his Iruka was crying. Even with his new bitch right next to him, Mizuki could reach right into that tender heart. He really couldn't decide yet if it had to be over between them or not.

Kakashi didn't know if the sadistic filth that Mizuki was spouting was true or just calculated to destroy Iruka's sanity, but it gave all of the men an unwanted distraction that they should known to dismiss from their minds instantly. A few seconds of split attention and the webbed trap snapped on them, and it was a perfect concealment, a flawless snare.

Damn, just as they were ready to split up and use a team method to defeat the portable tag perimeter. The compound was getting closer, and they had little time to act if they were going to prevent this from playing out in Orochimaru's front yard.

They silently cursed as they went through a number of jutsus before they were able to unbind themselves.

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