Chapter 2: Beyond every limit

An unknown intoxication had taken control of Kakashi. Never before had he felt such an unrestrained sense of lust. He skidded to a halt in front of the lavishly decorated elevator door, which opened a second later. Breathing heavily, he saw them standing there. Even now they exerted a pull on him that he was unfamiliar with. They only had to look at him and he felt his feet move him into the elevator. The door shut quietly behind him.

They were very close. Kakashi's eyes darted from one attractive face to the other. From this distance, which could hardly be called a „distance", they both seemed even more beautiful. Neither of them said anything. It was like a silent agreement they were making.

As soon as the door opened again, the man pushed him backwards out of the elevator and against a wall directly behind it. Without further ado, he pressed his lips to Kakashi's and the latter closed his eyes with pleasure. He kissed... so incredibly well. He realized how aroused he was just by this touch. Kakashi intensified her tongue play, wanting to reach out for those dark, well-scented hairs, when the woman said, „Come."

The man moved away from Kakashi and, without further prompting, they followed the woman through the carpeted hallway to a double door that opened onto a spacious suite. As she walked, she began to slip the dress off her shoulders, elegantly stepping out of the fabric as soon as it hit the floor. With a graceful sway of her hips, she approached the oversized bed in front of the window and turned to face the two men. She was wearing a black corset that perfectly showcased her breasts, a black leather thong and fishnet tights.

Kakashi couldn't help but admire her direct manner. She was obviously prepared, even if not necessarily for him specifically.

„Donovan, close the door," she said in a pure sex voice, and the man did as he was told. Now they were alone, and the man took advantage of this certain privacy to also get rid of his clothes, as Kakashi clearly heard. He turned around and was just able to catch a glimpse of a well-toned male body before two tender yet strong hands grabbed him from behind and tore his sweatshirt in two with a single tug. He looked down at himself. Dammit, maybe he should have been going to the gym more often lately. The two of them were so beautiful that he felt like a big, fat pile of shit. He noticed that the woman was only wearing her, could you call it underwear?, but she hadn't taken off her black glove studded with pearls. All her fingers had long, synthetic nails, but her index finger and thumb each had a small, pointed blade that scraped across his skin and gave him goose bumps.

Donovan came back to them to the bed, smiled at Kakashi and kissed him again. His tongue forced itself greedily into his mouth. The woman's hands slid along his upper body and began to unbutton Kakashi's trousers. He let it happen without comment. Rarely in his life had he been as horny as he was now. The two of them were doing something to him that he couldn't explain or even wanted in the first place. He just enjoyed it to the fullest.

Donovan moved away again. „There's someone more than ready for us," he crooned, and Kakashi followed his gaze. He was completely hard without either of them having touched his cock. Like a damn teenager before his first time. Embarrassing. Donovan grinned. „I like that." Without a word, he crouched down and began to gently lick Kakashi's glans, eliciting a deep groan from Kakashi. He could already feel how every further touch would drive him out of his mind. The woman, whose name he didn't even know, clearly sensed how randy Kakashi was, let her hands slide from his nipples down his sides and grabbed Donovan's head to move it faster. Without any effort, Kakashi rammed his cock into Donovan's throat and heard soft gagging sounds from below, but he didn't pay any attention to them, instead letting himself be carried away by the feeling. The woman's soft breasts, which were still in the corset, pressed against his bare back, her slender arms around his waist and Donovan's mouth, which was so endlessly warm and moist. He had always loved blowjobs. Hell, yes, he loved it when he felt the twitch of the tongue, the occasional touch of a tooth against his shaft, and then the tightness of the throat. He simply couldn't take any more. He laid his head back and let out a loud groan – but before he could put an end to his euphoria, the woman, who had also seen his climax coming, pulled his hips back so that he slid out of Donovan and his buttocks hit the cool leather of her corset. She licked the tip of his ear with her tongue, ran the blade of her glove through his groin and purred in her smoky voice: „Not so hasty~"

„Haa," was all Kakashi managed to utter as he felt and then saw, after lowering his eyes, how the blade left a fine red mark on his pale skin. A single drop of blood left the narrow wound and was licked up by Donovan. „Fuck," Kakashi whispered, stroking Donovan's pronounced cheekbones. He would never have thought it possible that such a sight could ever excite him like this. The burning was just about bearable, so he didn't notice it anymore and it didn't distract him from anything in this room.

Donovan grinned, stood up again, pressed a light kiss on Kakashi's trembling lips and put his hands on his neck – not to make the kiss more intense, but to push his body down. A thread of spit shattered on Kakashi's chin as he pulled away from Donovan's smirk and willingly went down on his knees. He had never blown anyone, this would be the first time for him. And for the sake of Donovan, he didn't want to fail, just like he already failed once today. He thought about how he liked to receive a blowjob himself, and tried to put this knowledge into practice. He collected a lot of saliva, caressed Donovan's tip, sucked on it, took his dick in his mouth over and over again and let it slide out, tasted one or two salty drops of lust, heard a quiet panting from above. Well, at least he wasn't completely shit. And somehow, probably it was just the cocktail of alcohol, cocaine, the smell and the looks of these two people, he liked the feeling of this hard cock in his mouth. The woman behind him also knelt down, stroking his shoulders, chest muscles, back and finally she reached with the hand that was not wearing the glove to his ass, where one of her fingers pushed into him without warning. The surprised gasp died away as Donovan's penis pushed deeper into his throat, bringing tears to his eyes. The woman bit him painfully in the neck and he could feel his skin breaking under her teeth.

„Shhh," she said, petting Kakashi's hair, which was gradually becoming sweaty, as if she wanted to comfort him or even apologize, but he knew exactly that she was not sorry to hurt him. And he didn't care either, in fact, quite the opposite. Whether it was the intoxication or the hint of a masochistic tendency that he had shown in the past, he enjoyed the pain. A certain amount of physical suffering had always turned him on. It had only ever had to take place within a bearable framework, but perhaps his pleasure boundary would be redrawn tonight. At the very least, he wanted the two of them to push him to his limit – if there was anyone he wanted to surrender to, it was Donovan and.. With a juicy smack, Kakashi pulled away from Donovan's shaft and asked in a quiet voice over his shoulder: „What's your name?"

The woman giggled. „Call me the Countess." She bit again, a few inches from the first wound, and Kakashi groaned a submissive, „Yes, Countess."

Another titter faded on his damp skin. „Do you want to taste me?"

Kakashi nodded eagerly. What a question. He was willing to do anything this night. Almost roughly, the Countess' hands grabbed Kakashi's jaw from behind and she dragged him like a mangy dog that had to be punished, the short distance to the mattress. No whimpering came from his lips, which were twisted into a greedy grin. He would never admit it to anyone, but yes, goddamn it, he liked being treated like that. The Countess lay back on the bed without ever letting go of Kakashi and pushed his head between her spread thighs. It didn't surprise him in the least that the black leather thong had a generous overt. That made things a lot easier for him. He lowered his face into her lap, generously spitting on her – if he might be so bold – absolutely goddamn perfect pussy and began to slide his tongue tip through her labia. It was bitter, but hell, he loved it. He entered her, moved inside her, enclosed her Venus mound with his lips, sucked firmly on it and at the same time let his tongue vibrate over her clitoris. Her reaction was not long in coming. He heard a long drawn-out moan and the skin beneath him pulsated intensely.

With a vulgar chuckle, Kakashi pulled away from her, leering up at her clearly reddened face and murmuring, „You're delicious when you come." She hadn't asked for it and maybe he would be punished for his courage, but he wanted to make her scream. He inserted the middle and ring fingers of his right hand into her and groped around in her vagina, rubbing his fingertips over the uneven, hot, wet skin and waiting for a reaction, while his palm repeatedly pressed against her swollen clit. And the desired reaction came. At a certain point, he couldn't even tell exactly where it was, a sharp squeak escaped the full lips of the Countess. Kakashi had to suppress a grin as he began to rub his fingers over exactly that spot, and it didn't take seconds for her muscles to contract, her crotch to start dripping and her secretions to squirt in all directions. The sounds that arose were like a glorious orchestra in Kakashi's ears. The Countess's unrestrained moans, the loud, absolutely indecent smacking of her juicy pussy, the rustling of the sheets under her as she writhed in them, weeping and sweating. Kakashi didn't stop, he wanted to savor it all. He looked over at Donovan, who was pleasuring himself at the spectacle before him, and Kakashi did the same. They looked into each other's eyes, and in both of their irises – the deep blue and gray-anthracite – there was a desire that they both wanted to give in to. Kakashi turned away from the shimmering sapphires in the twilight and once again bent his head between the Countess's thighs. His fingers slowed down only marginally, but now his tongue tip was once again caressing her clitoris. It became tight again, she twitched, the lust poured out of her.

„S-stop it," she begged, out of breath.

Kakashi didn't hear, maybe he didn't want to hear. He wanted to keep letting her screams fill his ears. Maybe he should tell her his name so she could moan it.

„STOP IT!" she snapped in a cutting tone and Kakashi immediately let go of her. He looked up. She was sweaty, her eyes could hardly stay open and her cheeks were the same color as her lips. She was breathing heavily, swallowing convulsively from time to time and then only pushing the air out in short, choppy bursts. „Ahhh.. Stop it.."

„Was it... too much?" Kakashi asked. He hoped fervently that she wouldn't hear his delight.

Hastily, the countess shook her head. „Yes, it was," she whispered desperately.

Fuck, Kakashi loved it when he made women go crazy. Now he couldn't hide his grin anymore. The Countess smiled too. She pulled him upwards and kissed him passionately. Her right hand massaged his still hard cock, her left, the one with the glove, lay on his cheek so that he could feel the unevenness of the pearls and gems. He gasped at the intense rubbing of his erection and, fueled by her cries of pleasure a moment ago and her stimulation, was now once again on the verge of an orgasm, until he felt Donovan behind him, who was stroking him briskly over his back, hips and finally his buttocks. A small part of him knew what was about to happen, but he didn't think for a second about resisting. As he had said, he was willing to do anything. And maybe he actually wanted it to go that far.

Hardly had Donovan positioned himself at his rosette when Kakashi broke the kiss with the Countess. If he hadn't buried his face in her neck, he would have seen her smirk. She caressed his head, either to calm him or perhaps just to tease him, and continued to jerk him off. Donovan thrust into Kakashi, pulled out, thrust deeper and soon began to pound into him evenly. No lube, no other preparation, just pure pain. It elicited a groan from both men and, in utter agony at the raw power that rammed into him with every push, Kakashi wanted to bite into the pale skin of the Countess, who smelled so incredibly of aniseed that it drove him crazy. But the Countess, who had already felt his teeth on her shoulder, let go of his manhood, grabbed his face and kissed him insistently, stifling his blissful suffering.

That was too much. It was all too much. That painful and yet unexpectedly arousing anal fuck from Donovan, his hands on his hips, the taste of the Countess's saliva, which somehow had a metallic flavor – it was too much. Kakashi's entire body shook as his climax approached. He emitted a last, almost desperate-sounding groan, which the Countess absorbed with her kiss, and he poured himself onto her corset. A drop of sweat ran from his temple into his eyebrow and he had to briefly detach himself from this beautiful woman beneath him to calm his breathing and at the same time suppress another, much too disturbing cough. His bloody lungs would be the death of him.

As Kakashi looked into the Countess's eyes, he thought he recognized a devilish glint in her hazel irises.

„Ahh..," Donovan gasped. The Countess seemed to take this as an invitation. Suddenly, her beautiful face was lit up with an unmistakable malice. She placed her glove on his back, dug the false nails and blades deep into his skin and tore his back in half.

Pain.

A brief darkness, then...

Kakashi let out a soundless gasp and he felt Donovan speed up, groaning loudly, burying his face in his bare flesh and greedily drinking his flowing blood like a man dying of thirst who was offered a fresh spring. The drops, no, the shower of blood that streamed from surely large wounds on his flank tickled him and it should have been disturbing. But it wasn't. Donovan drank his blood, licked over his skin, bit into his flesh, and came inside him. Kakashi responded to all this with a moan and the closing of his eyes. He barely noticed anything around him, perhaps feeling Donovan slip out of him at some point, or how he wrapped his arms around him, kissed him on the neck, gently stroking his wound that was bleeding incessantly. But he definitely felt a jolt run through his numb body when Donovan forcefully opened the Countess' corset. Kakashi looked down. The leather lay there as if it had always wanted to be removed like that. Now his blood dripped onto her skin, which was as pale and smooth as porcelain. It collected in her sweet navel to form a small lake of red sadness. Slowly, he let his eyes wander back up her belly, her breasts and back to her face. „You're perfect," he breathed involuntarily, and he wasn't even embarrassed to say it out loud, even though she had just ripped his back apart.

The Countess smiled, wrapped her arms around Kakashi's neck, kissed him on the mouth and spun them both around so that she was sitting on top of him. It was good that she was leading him, he couldn't move anyway, he was literally paralyzed. She lowered herself effortlessly onto him and moved her hips. It was.. Kakashi groaned, partly because of the pain in his back. His dislocated vertebrae and broken ribs pressed the open wounds into the sheet and for a moment everything around him faded again. But the feeling that the Countess was giving him brought him back to his senses. And to full senses. He looked up into her beautiful face, half hidden in the dim light. A tear rolled down his cheek – whether it was from pain or fear or lust or simply the pure bliss of being able to lie here and feel her was not clear and it didn't even matter.

The expression on her face, her beautiful, wonderful, goddamn beautiful face, told him that she was enjoying riding him too, feeling his hands on her thighs, where they clung fiercely to the striae of her fishnet tights, and driving him to his second orgasm. Kakashi thrust against her, even though it took all his willpower just to be able to move at all, intensifying the intimate bond between them, this passion. He wanted her, everything of her, wanted to come inside her, to be united with her forever.

But she came first. She moaned louder with every second, every minute, became faster and faster until she lifted herself from his pelvis and a gush of liquid left her tightness and wetted everything below her – and this everything was all of Kakashi. At the same moment, she lashed out with the blade of her index finger, slicing across his throat.

Kakashi tasted her bitter juice again, but there was something else. Something that reminded him of her saliva. Something metallic.

He made a gurgling sound and grabbed his neck. Hot blood flowed from a long gash under his fingers. The Countess rubbed herself against him, bent down to him and with relish licked the vital fluid from his trembling hands. His eyes widened as he finally understood and the pain, which his brain was desperately trying to numb, mercilessly overwhelmed him. And he blinked a few times in surprise as he felt himself come again. He didn't moan because he could hardly get any air into his lungs, but there was still this all-consuming roar of a final climax that could have gone down in the history of the world's most bizarre orgasms if only someone was there to witness it.

Neither the Countess nor Donovan missed this. From the corner of his eye, Kakashi saw his lover standing beside the bed, bloodied and still aroused, watching whatever was happening here. „That's new," he said. „You almost feel sorry for him."

The Countess had barely straightened up, only enough to look Kakashi in the face. „Oh, darling," she whispered, running her bare finger over his lips. He tasted blood, although that could also come from his throat. His gaze was fixed on those sparkling irises in front of him. A green, no, a brown, a color that promised him everything he had ever wanted.

It really should have shocked him, how brutally he left this world, but somehow it was fitting for him. He had always liked to live on the edge and he did want them to test his limits tonight, didn't he? Maybe he had found them with this. He just thought it was a shame that he couldn't tell anyone about it. Naruto would definitely worry about him and.. But what, „and"? He didn't have anyone in his life. His mother died in childbirth, his father committed suicide years ago, no friends, no family of his own... It was good that Naruto would never find out how envious Kakashi had always been of him. The boy had everything, a wife, a sweet child. No... Donovan was wrong. Naruto would be pitiful if he were in Kakashi's place here. Naruto had a life he could lose. But Kakashi? It was bizarre and he was glad he didn't have to justify this fact to anyone, but he was happy. This was a way of dying he had never considered, but he welcomed it with open arms. Or rather: with an open throat.

Dammit, he always found himself funny. A smile flitted across his lips. „C-Coun... tess..." he croaked. With every sound, he felt another gallon of blood drain from his throat. She needed to know how he was feeling, how grateful he was. He took a hand from his throat, which eased the pressure and caused him to lose even more blood, and stretched it out to touch this beautiful, angelic face before him. If she was the last thing he ever saw, then there was a heaven after all. He placed his thumb on her lips, which were wet with his blood, and wiped them as if to drive away this stain of shame. He didn't want to ruin her, to disturb this sight.

The Countess leaned forward, nestling her face in Kakashi's hand and whispered, „Call me Elizabeth." Then she stabbed her forearm with a blade from her glove and tenderly held the wound to his cold, pale lips.