OK, I have to admit to being a little nervous about this one. Explicit content - the rating for this fiction and specifically this chapter is 'M'

Chapter 5

Placed in a tiny visitation room, Iruka waited anxiously, spinning the chakra cuffs on his wrists. Out of the suppression areas, the cuffs went on, and they made no exception for Iruka, keeping up the charade to the hilt.

He hated this more than anything. His visitor, whoever it was, would not be suppressed. It was like being naked at a memorial service.

The door swung open and a guard let his visitor in. Iruka groaned, and Kakashi smiled bitterly as he stepped in. The guard closed and secured the door.

"Even in prison, I'm not a comparatively welcome sight?" the silver-haired jounin's voice was instantly angry, insulted.

"That's not it. Hi, Kakashi, it's good to see you."

"Without your chakra you're a pretty shitty liar. You really like to pretend you can't stand me, don't you?" His gloved hands came up to cup Iruka's chin almost tenderly, then gripped it and pulled down. "What, your new playmate won't give you anything to help you out? I hear you won't cooperate, I'm supposed to find out why you aren't fucking him like you're supposed to. Imagine that. If I knew the answer to that, you 'd have been fucking me like you're supposed to. But I told Ibiki I'd give it a shot. I told him maybe you were just out of practice. Maybe you just need a little sparring session to get you going. Sound good, Iruka? Want to work the kinks out with me first?"

There was nothing friendly or seductive in the jounin's voice, only anger and something colder. Iruka knew that tone, it had been one of the factors in his decision to break it off. Kakashi was never completely faithful, ever. But his rage when he suspected Iruka of wandering, even if it was only with his mind, was just like this. Iruka wanted no part of it, the anger, the controlling, the jealousy; and in the midst of it all, the more painful than necessary, totally dominant sex partner the man would be in this state.

"I'm not sleeping with anybody. I can accomplish this without it, and I'm going to. All these rooms are monitored, I have no interest in ending up in Ibiki's private porn collection."

Kakashi looked suspicious, then eased a little. "He's convinced that you'll need to be this guy's bitch to do whatever it is he's trying to have you do."

"He said that from the beginning, but it hasn't been true. I'm doing this my way. It's working just fine."

A slow smile took over the mouth under the mask.

"Defying Ibiki? I'm proud of you." Kakashi stepped forward and slipped his arms around Iruka's waist, pulling him close without being rough or demanding. He deliberately pressed against him with his groin to show him how hard simply being in the room together had made him, then let him go. "You'll always do that to me, Iruka. Always."

And I'm always supposed to feel obligated to do something about it, Iruka thought resentfully.

"Yeah, well, this is hardly the time or place to take care of that, " he frowned.

"Hmmmn, alone, practically ordered to fuck, me hard as a rock…what time or place could be better?" Kakashi came at him this time, determined, hands reaching too fast to avoid entirely.

"Damn it, Kakashi, don't touch me!"

The lone eye gave him a narrow look; gloved hands were still invasively feeling his body through the thin prison cottons, touching him intimately, enjoying their path without permission. "Feel this, Iruka, just feel. Settle down, we've done this hundreds of times, it's a part of us. Just let me back inside you, once you let it happen again you'll be able to let go. Let me make you go crazy like you used to. You know you want it, feel how hard you're getting? That's for me, all for me. I still do that to you, too." His hand moved confidently, producing the right physical responses using his intimate knowledge of Iruka's responsiveness along with carefully applied chakra.

Iruka was defenseless and he knew it, adding to his revulsion when his refusal was ignored. The anti-violence chakra cuffs would not allow his hands to touch his visitor, much less fight him off. Kakashi could always have done whatever he wanted to with Iruka, the disparity in their power was that great. But here, restrained with no chakra at all, it was so much dirtier and raw. Kakashi would be completely in control of all of the sensations he was causing, he could easily create orgasms so extreme they could injure Iruka if the jounin got too carried away. The copy nin loved having control, the chance to have this much would be irresistible. Resignation slowed the blood in his veins, and he lost the motivation to protest. The outcome here was obvious.

"I'm sorry, Iruka, it's orders…Ibiki's orders…he's my superior, yours too. You don't want to be in jail for real for treason, do you? Not when all you have to do is open up and enjoy what I'm about to do for you."

The massage of chakra fingertips had hardened him to the point of pain already through the thin cloth. He was pulsing and far too engorged to pretend he wasn't losing control, the arousal interfering with his hopelessly half-hearted attempts to think of a way out of this.

"Once lovers, always lovers." Kakashi was reaching into the pants now, exploring the bare flesh up and down, lightly touching in an agonizing tickle. His finger roamed back and slipped chakra into the cleft of his partner's clenched ass, and the muscles relaxed at his command. Then on to the entrance to apply chakra instead of lube, gaining the moan Iruka had been biting back on, making the captive body turn needy and open to his advances.

"You can't hide from me. I can tell, Iruka. I know you. There hasn't been anyone else you've wanted, has there? There hasn't been anyone else you've asked to do this since the last time I made you cum. How can you stand to go without for so long?"

Wanted, the word rang off-key in Iruka's fevered mind. This wasn't any more wanted than his last experience. Familiar, almost expected, totally in character…but not wanted. The jounin didn't take in the words that he said, didn't process the lack of reciprocation. "Don't," he breathed in shame.

Kakashi stopped his progress then, and began a slow, relentless tease of both the entrance and the erection under his hands. He would not force it any more then, because he wouldn't have to. Iruka would have to ask for him to go any further than this now. When he easily felt the unshielded body begin to rise to orgasm, he backed off, sending slight suppression impulses. Iruka's face was a portrait of erotic beauty, flushed and glazed with perspiration, and creased with pent tension and the pain of battling for self-control. The look was worth it even if the chunin could somehow resist giving in. Kakashi stripped off his hitai-ati to take it all in, then returned that hand to its insidious urging, touching and teasing.

Iruka had never felt anything quite like it, bitterly noting that the most physically pleasurable, gentle, almost considerate sex he was ever going to have with Kakashi was because he was powerless to stop it. When the teasing reached almost unbearable levels he tried to push the jounin away and the cuffs stopped his motion and shocked his wrists sharply. There was nowhere to run in the small room. The sensations were driving him mad, warping his resolve. Another tease here, another there, and the ache to be filled was taking over his whole body. He nearly came again and when it was suppressed, he called out in reflex, past thinking, for what he needed. He cursed himself but the pain of need outstripped the humiliation and at least he would have relief now. At least it would be over and done with.

Kakashi was enjoying it far too much to end it so quickly. Once Iruka called out for Kakashi to be inside him, the ending had been written. In between, there should be more, and now with permission, he lowered the mask and began to play.

He used his tongue first in rough, challenging swipes, making the captive man jerk and spasm with over-sensitivity. Lowering Iruka to the floor, he pulled down his own pants, and straddled that agonized face to vie for return of the oral stimulation he was giving the chunin's darkened organ, suppressing with chakra what his tongue ignited to avoid too early of a release.

Iruka swallowed him whole, desperate to be filled with something, anything, somewhere. Kakashi nearly roared in pleasure, finally winning back that mouth that had refused him for so long. He threw his head back, Iruka's erection was now to the point where all the touches were so painful it nearly was too much anyway. He drove into the chunin's mouth hard, and Iruka arched back and lifted his chin to give the long penis a clear path in and out of his throat, impossibly stimulating him further. Kakashi came without warning, so deeply that he didn't even need to swallow, the cum shooting in beyond that point.

The jounin kept his chakra centered and never lost his hard-on, pulling out and flipping around to sit between Iruka's legs and keep working with his orgasmic high. He stripped off the prison pants and underwear completely, pulling the chunin's ass up onto his lap and pushing the thighs up and apart wide. He placed his glistening hard on in position and teased the end in and out just a little, and only the chakra cuffs kept Iruka's clawing hands from grabbing and pulling him in

"Not yet, not yet," he said roughly, stopping to get a good look, pulling the cleft further open to watch the penetration clearly. He slid in just the head, then back out, loving the view, and feeling the jerk of the sudden loss of resistance in the body under his grip when his partner thought he was going to keep going. He held onto the hips that were trying to start a rhythm and teased in one more time, beyond excited at being in such complete control. Pulling all the way out, he fondled the hardened balls and resisted the heels that slammed into his back in frustration.

"Damn you," Iruka wheezed.

"Tell me, Iruka. Tell me what you want. It's all I've been waiting for. Tell me now, or I'm leaving."

Kakashi added that last sentence on impulse, delighting himself with his wit. Iruka's reaction was immediate.

"Take me, Kakashi, please, now, do it now."

"Aw, you said please." He slipped in the head again, slowly, stopping to savor the sensation and the moment, still watching. "That's the magic word."

The sight of the whole length sliding in, stretching his partner, finally made the copy-nin lose his composure, too. With that body spread-eagled in his lap, he plunged in hard, trying for depth and impact, working a few strokes bent forward then leaning back to watch himself penetrate, switching off between visual and pure physical stimulation.

He touched a release to his control and let Iruka cum naturally, in a protracted orgasm that he then assisted with chakra to draw out for several minutes, until the chunin's pleasure threatened to overtax his body. The jounin's ejaculate shot up inside in the midst of it all, as far in as he could get it, as if he were marking his territory.

Iruka's orgasm was so intensely pleasurable that he forgot everything but the sensations for those heart-pounding moments of release, a high beyond anything his body had ever experienced. It was like a separate act from the unfair games Kakashi put him through to get here. His heart thrashed in his chest and even though it went too long, it wasn't long enough. Lost in his body's sensations, the jounin disappeared from the picture, and only the fulfilling feeling of the climax was real.

He came out of it still high, still out of it. His penis pulsed on for several more minutes, and then the realization that it had been manipulated with chakra sank in, the scenario he had predicted.

"I'm taking the chakra cuffs out of my mission equipment and putting them in with my sex toys," Kakashi smiled, kissing Iruka's slack mouth and pulling out abruptly. "Still the hottest ass in town, Ru. So fucking hot, you have no idea."

Iruka's expression fell from the mindless, sated look instantly. He looked disgusted and sickened.

"I hate you," he said in a quiet, distant voice.

"And I hate you, too, love. Comes with the territory." Standing over him now, Kakashi wiped up and threw the soiled utility rag down on Iruka's chest. "Keep it. Don't say I never gave you anything."

Iruka remained on his back half-naked on the floor, his shirt still bunched up under chin, staring up at the acoustical tiles on the ceiling. "Kakashi?"

Something in the tone of his voice made the jounin pause and answer seriously. "Yeah?"

"Is it because of my rank?"

"Is what because of your rank?"

"This, the way you treat me. Like I have no say in what happens. Like the only important thoughts are yours."

Kakashi was taken aback, for once not snappy with an answer. "Well, that's…that's just your opinion. And it's wrong. I don't treat you that way."

The corner of Iruka's mouth crept up, an ironic smile not meant for Kakashi. Even Iruka's feelings were wrong if Kakashi deemed them so. He shouldn't have expected a straight answer. Things were never clear with this man anyway, he wanted and hated him in nearly equal measure, and Kakashi's feelings for him were always just as mixed. Their relationship was damaging and fulfilling and damningly obsessive, and it never changed no matter what. The only resolution would be to never lay eyes on each other again. In a hidden village, that simply was not going to happen.

Jeninki's words ghosted in his brain…he had been right about some things. He was used, he wasn't used, he wasn't even sure himself. He didn't want it, but he gave up without a fight. It wouldn't even have taken anything so crass as a fight, he could have thrown a fit and Kakashi would have gotten turned off and left him alone. He knew how to turn Kakashi off. But he shouldn't have to. When he told him not to touch him, it should have been enough. Would have been enough, if they had equal standing.

Kakashi held out his hand in a small gesture, watching for any sign of acceptance. His mood deepened into defensive anger as Iruka ignored it, getting up on his own, letting the soiled rag fall untouched.

"Don't be that way," Kakashi chided. "Tell me that didn't feel good."

Iruka's look rankled him before the words of bitter rejection left his mouth. "It made my body feel good. I guess for you that's all that matters."

"Oh, go to hell, Princess. Hey guard! Guard! We're done in here." It was good sex, and proper punishment, too, for having to watch Iruka live his life with such caring and giving for everyone except Kakashi.

Of course. Iruka knew it be like this if he didn't make nice. Kakashi was dressed and ready to leave. Iruka was still splotched in cum and half-naked, but that was his problem.

The guard that opened the door did it quickly, already grinning. So much for staying out of Ibiki's video collection. This session had probably been up on the closed-circuit in the guard station.

The guard smirked and took him by the shoulder. "Your cellmate oughta find this interesting. Leave those dirty pants there, you can clean up in your cell."

Iruka walked with folded hands over his groin, the shirt just barely covering his ass cheeks.

Jeninki watch as the guard snapped off the chakra cuffs and pushed the disheveled man into the cell. This was certainly a new development. His hair was down, his face was red, he had a distinct smell lingering about him…and he was nude from the waist down. It didn't take much to figure out what he'd been up to, generally. From the expression it hadn't been a good experience.

Hand over his mouth reflectively, Jeninki watched the kaleidoscope of emotions that played over the tanned face. Maybe it was an interrogation, that seemed about right. If he were an interrogator, and he had a guy like this in his inventory, he'd be tempted to use the same methods. Daily. Repeatedly. Slow and hard.

Whoa. He reined in his daydreams, paying attention again. The guy fell onto his cot and stopped moving, not covering up, not cleaning up. His shirt had hiked up and pretty much nothing was left to the imagination. This guy had obviously never been in prison before. Stupid, stupid move.

He cleared his throat, loudly. The figure on the cot flinched. "Get your lazy ass cleaned up and covered up."

Iruka lifted his head, then let it drop back.

"Do it. If you think it's okay to tease me like this you're wrong." Jeninki stood and walked over to the cot. "And one of those guards will come back and help himself if I don't. That's how it is in here."

"Why do you care?" Iruka groaned, the aftermath of the session with Kakashi pressing him into despair.

"Look, just…hold still and don't fucking try to start anything." He grabbed a pair of clean pants off the shelf and a washcloth from the sink, wetting it.

The cold cloth made Iruka sit halfway up before sinking back down.

"They got you pretty good, huh?" Jeninki asked quietly, unabashedly moving the washcloth in the places it was truly needed, gauging the muscle tone and falling into absent admiration, touching it all without pretense. "You'll be all right. It doesn't look like they hurt you." He kept dabbing and wiping slowly, even after the clean-up was pretty much done. "I know I wouldn't, in their shoes. You're going to be here a long time. I'd want to keep you in good shape for the long haul."

The longer the touches lingered, the more Iruka assumed that he was in for more action. If he had to do this, he'd just as soon get it over with while his sanity was already hitting bottom from his conjugal visit. But the hands didn't get more invasive, they didn't spend any more time touching one spot over another. It was almost soothing.

"Here, you're not hurt, you can do this yourself. Come on, sit up, pull yourself together."

That voice was so soft and concerned, Iruka looked up in spite of himself. Their eyes locked, and that same feeling flowed though his veins, as if the man was joining him inside somehow. It dissolved his defenses to the point where a tear slipped out before he could catch it.

"Oh, man. Those bastards." His cellmate resumed his help without breaking eye contact, getting the pants on him carefully. "You just can't get used to it, can you?"

"No." Iruka breathed the painful truth, and with a monumental effort succeeded in shutting his eyes tight. The hands left him then, and he heard the subtle sounds of Jeninki returning to his cot and settling there. The world twisted painfully. The filthy criminal was kinder and more trustworthy than his closest companion had ever been. He felt it in his heart when he looked into those burning eyes.

His hatred turned inward uncertainly, released from its attachment to his assigned enemy.

tbc