...THE DISCLAIMER... none of the characters, likenesses or anything like that belong to me (wails) this is the second part of the afore-mentioned very long, split-into-3 chapter. waaai!

...chapter 5: heaven in a tourniquet

The door was opened to a darkened room, lit only by the glare from the streetlights outside and the soft silver haze of the moon. As his eyes tried muzzily to focus in the darkness, Kakashi only had a chance to make out a small bed and table and a bookcase stuffed to bursting before the black stillness was broken by a snapping sound and his sudden inability to breathe. His eyes grew wide and fearful as he clawed at his neck, his fingers closing over the hard leather of a narrow belt, much like the one he had round his own waist. A sweet voice trickled into his ear from behind.

"I've heard all about you, Kakashi. Quite the kinky one you seem to be!" He could almost hear the boy grin. "I thought you might like to try out a favorite technique of my own. Do you like it so far? It's called Autoerotic Asphyxiation. Basically it means choking someone while they masturbate, or are masturbated, to achieve a higher level of climax!" The level of perverse joy in the boy's voice was obscene.

Kakashi couldn't have cared less what it meant. He was drunk and couldn't breathe and that was the end of it! Had he been coherent, he could have dealt with this impertinent whelp without a moment's thought, but incapacitated as he was, it was all he could do to keep from falling to his knees and just passing out. He was contemplating how he had never realized what a freak this person was before when he felt a small hot hand slide around his side and undo his own belt, before squirming down inside his underwear.

"Icha Icha Paradise has NOTHING on me."

Kakashi's stomach muscles contracted painfully as his body shied away from the questing fingers. The touch of their skin was akin to a branding iron on Kakashi's over-sensitized body, and under the weight of the alcohol and his own depression, he was powerless to resist as they began to move their hand in slow but steady rhythm. Then it hit him: the combined pressure of every moment of arousal Kakashi had ever felt, all gathered in one unbearable knot in the pit of his stomach. A gasp tried to slip past his lips, coming out in a strangled choking sound that caused Kakashi to splutter and rip at his neck in a frantic attempt to loosen his bindings, and his holder to laugh softly. He cringed as he felt rivers of warm liquid pool on the edge of the belt before they ran down and dripped onto his collarbone. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced, somewhere between extreme pain and the most intense pleasure.

I know it's wrong, but I - I want it

He sagged onto his knees, then gagged as he was hauled onto his feet again. Oh god, I'm going to die. I'm seriously going to die. The tightness didn't ease but the hand left his manhood and he felt the figure walk around to his front, swapping the hand holding the belt so it was now in his left hand. His right hand came up to Kakashi's neck, who shook as a finger trailed lightly across his alabaster skin, now stained a vicious scarlet. He raised the finger to Kakashi's eye.

I need it.

"Blood of the enemy. Beautiful." A tongue snaked out and lapped the blood from the finger then licked his lips leaving a red tint that had Kakashi both mesmerized and sickened.

I love it.

The boy giggled and raised his arm slightly, letting the belt loosen enough for Kakashi to grasp it with his fingers and gratefully gulp down fresh oxygen. He panted and stared with bloodshot eyes into the dark embrace of his assailants stare. Sweat dripped off his chin and slid down his neck, the salt burning the fresh wounds and making him wince.

I hate it.

"Had enough yet?"

The younger ninja lifted Kakashi's sweater and placed his hand flat on the jounin's abdomen, mumbling and smiling as he ran his nails across firm muscles and small raised scars. Without waiting for an answer to his question, his hand plunged downwards at the same instant as the belt was pulled tight again, causing Kakashi to make the most unearthly gargling sounds as his fingers were rammed against his windpipe. His feelings of impending doom intensified.

I'm never gonna get out of here alive. I'll never see Naruto, or Sasuke or Sakura again. What I'd give right now to have Gai challenge me to one of his stupid contests. If I get away from here I'll let him win as many times as he wants!

A voice whispered in his ear. "I could end it all for you right here, Kakashi. The pain, the loneliness. It could all be gone in a flick of my wrist. Well, either of my wrists, I should say!" A dirty little laugh made Kakashi grimace. "Just make a deal with me...I only want you to leave the village. That's not that hard is it?"

Kakashi spluttered and stared incredulously at the boys smirking face. He mentally shook his head, trying to get a grip on what he just said. Did - did he just say leave? NOOOO! THAT'S NOT A BIG DEAL AT AAAALL! He tried to rearrange his features into an expression of fury and sarcasm all at once. Damn, not being able to talk was becoming a BIG pain in the ass.

"I take it that's a no?" The boy shook his head sadly and looked up at Kakashi, a new expression on his pale countenance. "Ok then, lets put it this way.If you don't leave, I'll finish the job you left half done. Yeeees, I saw what you did to the little schoolteacher and yes, I know all about you and him. And it won't be an easy death. That'd be no fun! Oh, and if that doesn't change your mind, I won't stop there. I'll dispose of your little team one by one. First, that Uchiha brat, then that stupid Naruto. I think I'll save the pretty pink-haired girl till last though." A wide smile slid across his face. "I can think of many, many games I can play with her. The paler the skin, the prettier blood looks when it's flowing gently from the throat."

A red haze covered Kakashi's vision, and he realized that the combination of the pressure on his head from the lack of oxygen then his rage at this piece of garbage's comments had caused the blood vessels in his eyes to burst. There was no space for caring about the state of his health in Kakashi's head anymore though. A burning hate welled inside him, his every nerve and muscle itching to squeeze the life from the figure before him. No pleasure left, only pain.

Agony gripped his chest like a vice as he shakingly lifted his hands and took hold of the smaller ninjas arms, holding them as though about to rip the muscles from the bone. The ingratiating smile just made him angrier.

I'm going to rip that smile off your face and wear it like a hat as soon as I get out of this, you wait and see you sanctimonious little fucker.

"Ah! That got your attention didn't it? A promise is a promise Kakashi. I have plans and you being around will just be a nuisance. It's completely up to you, of course. I mean, I assume you will try to kill me as soon as I let go of this belt, and yes I know I could kill you here and now but contrary to what you may think, I really, really don't want you dead."

As the belt tightened around Kakashi's neck, his fingernails dug into the soft flesh of the pale young mans upper arm. A slick voice purred in his ear as the figure before him moved closer.

"Just nod, Kakashi. That's all you have to do. Then we both get what we want."

I - I don't want to leave! This is my home, where my friends are, I've sworn to give my life to this village and it's people. How can I just leave them? What sort of ninja would I be then?

But what sort of ninja are you if you stay and endanger your friend's lives?

Scalding tears welled in Kakashi's eyes as he assessed the situation. Leave the village, be known as a deserter for the rest of his days but save the lives of those who meant the most to him, or stay and watch them die before him and live with the knowledge that he COULD have saved them. It was a lose-lose situation, he really couldn't win.

A delicate tongue damped Kakashi's neck before soft lips fastened onto his skin. A strangled groan escaped the Jounin's purple-tinged lips as small white teeth grazed his skin. His head couldn't take it any longer. He needed to be released and every aching muscle in his body screamed at him to just give up and let go. His eyes locked with the boy before him as his muscles strained against the hard leather to tip forward a fraction of an inch. The younger ninjas face lit up and he positively giggled with barely- suppressed glee. He smiled.

"Good boy, Kakashi. Well, I'm a man of my word. Time to uphold my end of the bargain." he whispered softly as he ducked down and took Kakashi in his mouth, and sucked hard as he yanked the belt again. Kakashi shook with the pent-up frustration within him, convinced in his addled state that he was about to die. Then, as the darkness came to take him, the floodgates opened, his orgasm bursting out of him. The figure at his knees gagged as his mouth was filled with Kakashi's hot sticky seed and finally released his hold on the belt. Kakashi collapsed to the floor, his eyes bulging as he fought for breath. Stars sparkled in front of his eyes; his chest and throat were on fire and his crotch felt as though it had been kicked repeatedly. He glanced, dazed, up at the shape sliding its lithe body up his and flinched as the soft voice spoke again.

"You're a filthy disgusting pervert, Hatake Kakashi," it said with a slow, sly grin.

Kakashi's voice came out as a hoarse croak.

"And what would that make you, Kabuto?"