Eight teens were lying crisscross on the floor in the basement of the Uchiha villa. They were partially or completely undressed, some were cuddled up to each other, spooning, touching naked skin. Deep breathing, in between slight snoring, filled the fuggy, sex-stinking air. They slept soundly.
Except for Kakashi. He lay wide awake in the mountain of sweaty flesh and stared at the ceiling. He had only just regained consciousness, because a dreamy grunt from Asuma had roused him from his slumber. He lifted his head and looked at this post-orgy-constellation. His pants were still open, a large pool of cum had dried on the fabric, his cock rested limp in his crotch. Maybe he was just imagining it, but it looked a little redder than usual. With yesterday's maltreatment, he was not at all surprised. He remembered everything, although in retrospect he would say of himself that he was not in his right mind. The best way to describe it is that at a certain point he had been nothing more than a spectator in his own head, mentally chained to the effects of LSD – or whatever it was that Genma had dragged along.
Carefully, Kakashi pushed Rin's hand off his stomach, pressed Mei a little away from him and sat up with cracking joints. Every single one of his bones hurt, but that was nothing compared to the humming in his skull. If he had to guess, this was the deadliest hangover he'd ever had—and he's had a few. With a suppressed yawn, he wiped his face. There were dried traces of salt water on his temples and a small lump of blood hung in the right corner of his mouth from unbridled lip biting. He closed his pants and struggled to get up. The world around him turned, he touched his head and moaned softly. Someone at his feet grumbled in their sleep. Panic rose in him. He pulled himself together, climbed over knotted legs and drooping breasts as if the world were a minefield, and swayed his way to the cellar door. There he slipped into his sweater, jacket and shoes and ran up the stairs to the ground floor. He wanted to get out of here. No.. He HAD to get out of here. He couldn't bear the way they would look at him when they woke up.
In the entrance hall of the Uchiha villa hung large portraits of Obito's ancestors. Kakashi didn't know what their names were, but he had the feeling that they were all following the sound of his squeaking chucks with their piercing red eyes as he walked over the polished marble to the outer door. When he arrived at his Beetle, he still felt their eyes on the back of his neck. He sat down, slammed the door, clutched the steering wheel with trembling hands and could no longer suppress it. For a second, he didn't care if anyone heard him. He held on to the worn leather, his arms tensed so that his body lifted a few centimeters into the air as if it were electrified, and he roared. He screamed with all his might until his lungs ached. Panting, he slammed his forehead against the steering wheel, whimpered, saliva dripped from his burning lower lip. Between his clenched jaws he could produce nothing more than hissing, moist sounds that almost resembled sobs.
He didn't think anything, he didn't really feel anything, just this thing, which might be called anger, that wanted to get out of him. He hammered the heel of his hand against the steering wheel several times until a short, truncated horn made him start.
He raised his head. The dew lay on the perfectly trimmed meadows, the deep orange of the rising sun blurred in the morning mist that hung over the estate like a thick, opaque broth. No one was here. Only him.
Sniffling, he ran the sleeve of his leather jacket over his nose and looked down at himself. The hem of his sweatshirt barely protruded to his trouser pockets, offering no privacy for the foreign sperm stain on his jeans. He urgently needed to go home, to change, preferably to take a shower, hot, so that it washed away the disgust from his skin that was gradually digging through his pores. He felt dirty, gross, like rubbish. Nothing more than dross. Filthy, grotty dross. Worthless, no longer good for anything, so that you could only dispose of him.
He swallowed hard, drove home and sprinted up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. But when he turned the corner up on the third floor, he stopped jerkily. How much he hated the fact that from the stairwell his apartment was behind that of the Maitos.
There they all stood. Dai and Gai in their ugly, green tracksuits, Kina with a much too big T-shirt and wide-cut jeans, Sayuri in a knee-length, beige trench coat. Just as Kakashi was a clone of Sakumo, Gai was one of Dai, and Kina was a mini-Me of Sayuri. No one here could deny his origins, even if Kakashi had sometimes doubted that Gai and Kina really were twins. The gods had probably tossed a coin in the gene distribution of the two, which had given Kina undeniable attractiveness and Gai a nausea-inducing fuckface.
When they heard Kakashi, they turned around, and their reactions couldn't be more different. Gai's face turned stone, Dai smiled friendly, Sayuri glowed at him motherly and Kina was completely beaming. "Kashi!" she shouted, letting go of her bright red backpack, which was full of pins and Antifa patches, ran towards Kakashi and threw her arms around his neck. Her waist-length, dusty blonde hair swirled through the air, the piercings in her ear pressed into his cheek and a hint of artificial strawberry penetrated his nose. He groaned loudly, lunged to absorb the force of her embrace, and patted her back lightly. Past her cap, he watched as Gai buried his hands in his jacket pockets and looked at the floor.
"Kina..", Kakashi murmured and tried to break away from the girl.
She let go of him, grinned broadly in his face from below and said, "I've only been here for a minute and you're already on your way. Man, why don't you tell me straight away that you missed me?"
Kakashi couldn't prevent a crooked smile. He had always liked Kina's high-spirited manner. "I simply sensed it."
With force she slapped the flat of her hand against his upper arm and hugged him again. "How are you, whatcha doing?"
"Good, everything's fine..", Kakashi replied and although he would like to spend time with Kina, he became more restless with every second. As children they had played together a lot, as teenagers they had secretly smoked their first cigarettes together and shared beer bottles – and yet she was still Gai's sister. And Gai was someone Kakashi wanted to keep the greatest possible distance from. This situation just made it seem as if Kina didn't know what had happened between Gai and Kakashi, and this fact made the encounter with the Maitos all the more miserable. You could avoid Dai quite well if you knew when he worked, but in front of Sayuri and Kina he had to put a good face on the bad game.
"Kina, now let the boy take a breath," Dai laughed in the background.
For the second time, Kina broke away, turned around again and marched back to her family, Kakashi followed her and stopped at some distance. "Morning," he greeted politely.
"Morning, Kakashi," Sayuri said, came to him and hugged him as well, but much shorter, much less touchy, and much more elegant than her daughter. "Long time no see." She stroked his messy hair. "Are you sleeping enough? You look tired."
"Mum, leave him alone," Gai interjected.
Kakashi would have loved to bite his head off. He could speak for himself, didn't need the help of someone like him. His jaw muscles tensed menacingly, but he managed to swallow his anger. "All's right, Sayuri, I've only had a long night. I wanted to go to bed now anyway."
"Yeah? That's great. Have a good rest." She put a hand on his cheek and smiled warmly. "It was nice to see you again. Please say hello to your father from me, yeah? I'd like to come over, but I have to go again, just wanted to put Kina down."
"I'll pass it on," Kakashi replied and was about to walk past the Maitos, when Dai stopped him. "Ah, boy, please wait."
Kakashi suppressed an eye roll and turned to him. "Yes?"
"Don't you want to come over later for dinner? The three of you must have a lot to tell each other. Of course, Sakumo is also invited if he likes."
"Umm, Dad has shift tonight, so he has to get enough sleep beforehand. And I still have a lot to learn for school," Kakashi picked up the first white lie his brain had to offer.
"The holidays start in a week," Dai said with a barely audible undertone of suspicion and his right bar-brow twitched upwards. "Do you have so much prep that you can't even take time for your friends for an hour?"
Nervously, Kakashi scratched the back of his head. "Yes, it's not an elite school for nothing."
"Hm, too bad, I would have been very happy," Dai said, pursing his lips under his thick moustache. "I have to confess, even though I liked to get upset about this so-called 'music', I miss the noise from Gai's room a little, you know?"
Kakashi scratched himself more intensively, literally dug his fingernails into his scalp. His eyes darted over to Gai for a millisecond, who was no longer staring at the dirty tiles of the hallway, but was clearly looking at Kakashi's crotch. Kakashi immediately stopped scratching, pulled his sweater lower at the front and said dismissively, "I have to go now, my bed is calling for me. I'm sorry, Dai, maybe another time." With that he turned away and disappeared into his apartment, where he greeted his father, who was sitting at the dining table with a cup of tea and leafing through his novel, only briefly, not answering his question about where he had been and what he wanted for breakfast, but locked himself in the bathroom, threw his soiled clothes in a clew on the floor and stood in the shower tray.
The hot water scalded his skin, and yet Kakashi didn't turn it colder. He exhaled heavily, soaped his hair and let the soothing scorching water bubble over his body, washing this disgust from his soul, sinking all the guilt and shame and resentment towards Gai down the drain with him. Now that he was alone, the rush muffled any noise, no one could disturb him, he had no excuse to defend himself against this feeling within himself. Not only the anger, but also the disgust with himself. His lungs quivered as he took a deep breath, his chin trembled and heat rose to his eyes, which he squinted tighter in the hard stream that pattered from the shower. Unconsciously, he sobbed, spit and tears dried up on his wet face. He felt as slimy as a toad on a rainy autumn day. And even his soap could not cope with this discomfort in his chest. He scrubbed his skin with the sponge until he already felt a burning sensation in some places, and continued anyway. This disgusting slime had settled too deep into his pores, just wouldn't go away. It was futile.
"Yooo, Kakashi~" Genma shouted as Kakashi approached their meeting point the next morning. With a mean pull in his chest, he saw that now not only Rin as the only girl was part of their group, but also Anko. She just stood there, one arm around Genma's waist, grinning at Kakashi.
"Morning," he growled, gave everyone his fist, like every day, that's how they always did it, that's just the way it was, although he would have preferred not to touch any of them ever again.
"Well, did you sleep well?" Anko teased cheekily.
Kakashi just shrugged. His hand around the strap of his backpack cramped slightly.
"I hope so," Asuma snorted. "Why did you piss off so quickly yesterday? You missed a terrific breakfast. Obito's grandma made pancakes for everyone."
"I had to pick up my dad from work," Kakashi fibbed. Right now he was glad that he had never told them more about his father's working hours, so at least he didn't get caught.
Anko, visibly stroking Genma's side under his jacket, looked at him with a furtive smile. "By the way, Mei asked me if I could ask you if you could repeat that. I have a strong suspicion that she was very avid about your dick."
"Weren't you all?" Kakashi replied coolly before he could stop himself.
Anko and Rin giggled, Obito reacted with a pissed off throat and Asuma also seemed a bit disgruntled. The only one who didn't seem to be too intimidated by Kakashi's size was Genma. "I'll be honest with you, Kakashi, I wouldn't have thought you could have such a thing."
"Why not? Your forehead doesn't say 'micro-willy' either, does it?", Kakashi riled.
Genma threw him a middle finger from the top of Anko's shoulder. "Fuck you. But well, the ladies have to go for something, and it's obviously not your face."
Kakashi responded with the same gesture.
"Oh, I'm going to miss your marital war for the next few weeks," Asuma sighed and lit a cigarette.
"Maaan," Anko complained loudly, coughing and waving her hand in front of her face. I can't stink of fags after school!"
Asuma, the lighter still in his hand, raised his shoulders and said bluntly past the cigarette, "Well, sweetie, then you can't hang out with us. I always smoke before class, otherwise I can't stand the circus in there."
With this comment, he was the third in the group to get a middle finger, and Anko said to Rin, "Come on, let's go to the bathroom."
"Okay," Rin warbled, gave Obito a little kiss goodbye and the two strolled leisurely across the meadow.
"Scolds," Asuma grumbled. "Why can't they go pissing alone?"
"Maybe Anko just wants to hit on Rin's pussy," Obito murmured and got the last open middle finger, but this time from Genma. "Stop talking shit about my girlfriend."
Obito laughed dirty. "What? We all know what she did. That made even Asuma randy to see the two fingering each other."
"Lesbians are hot, that's a fact," Asuma agreed.
"Anko isn't a lesbian, otherwise she wouldn't be so into dicks," Genma grumbled.
Obito patted him on the shoulder. "Look at it positively: Fucking a lesbian means that she doesn't mind a threesome. Maybe Mei will be up for her again and maybe a little bit for you, then you'll get the full 4D cinema."
"Hah, literally and figuratively," Asuma laughed. "You smell and feel everything AND you get to lick two pairs of huge tits."
Genma made a face as if he had to agree with the two. "Yeah, sounds tempting, I have to admit. As long as I don't come up short."
Obito burst out laughing. "That in the context of our snake man here, best pun, dude!" He put an arm around Kakashi's shoulders, who brushed it away in disgust. "Stop talking about my dick."
"Why?" Asuma asked, dragged and blew the smoke demonstratively into Kakashi's face. "That unit gave you the hottest night of your life, at least you can talk a little bit about it."
"I was completely high," Kakashi said, but Asuma laughed maliciously. "So what? You fucked four absolutely hot women in one evening. What are you complaining about?"
"Indeed," Genma said, "most guys only dream of something like that and you've experienced it. See this as a fucking milestone of men's honor and don't cry around like that. I'd give anything to swap places with you."
A pleasant crackle flared up in Kakashi's chest. "Yeah, you're right. It wasn't shit either, just.. strange, somehow. I just don't like to talk about dicks, that's all."
"Pf," Obito said. "Are you implying that we're gay?"
"Now you're definitely going too far," Genma warned. "I would say of myself that I am mature enough to acknowledge it if another guy is better equipped than me. But to insinuate that I'm a fucking poof? Do you want to taste my fist?!"
"I didn't even say you were one," Kakashi pooped back. "I'm not a poof either. I'd rather kill myself. I just said I don't like to talk about dicks. So. Can we maybe change the subject now?"
And they did. Until a universally hated melody boomed over the grounds, they chatted about completely trivial things, mainly their planned trips during the holidays, where Kakashi couldn't have a say, and therefore stood silently by most of the time. That was quite convenient for him, because it allowed him to indulge in his thoughts. Yesterday morning he had felt dirty, like a cheap hooker who had been sold below value, today the whole thing looked completely different. The boys were right. On Saturday, he had experienced something that many men dreamed of. The three prettiest girls of Kensington and Mei, whom no one would push out of bed either, had loved to have their fun with him. That was.. good, right? At least that pleased his ego. He felt so desirable.
On the way to the physics room, someone suddenly attacked him from behind. He stumbled forward, almost crashed into a drinker, and was just able to stand upright. "What's the–," he started and was about to turn around, when Rin's voice whispered in his ear from behind, "Come to me today after school." With her hair blowing, she hopped past him to Obito, who was walking a few meters in front of him, clasped onto his arm, threw a small wink over her shoulder and joined the conversation, whatever it was about.
Kakashi hadn't listened before, now he wouldn't have been able to do it anyway. He started moving again, following his friends, staring incessantly at the back of Rin's head. Her coffee-brown hair shimmered every time she walked through a ray of sunlight. Even from this distance, he could smell the spring in it. Again, his grip tightened around the shoulder strap. He simply wanted to push Obito aside, look into Rin's big doe eyes and see that she belonged only to him. A longing was bubbling within him that he could only tame with difficulty.
It was quite possible that she was the reason why this school day went by faster than all the others. The closer the final bell came, the more excited Kakashi became. He didn't really understand why, after all, meeting Rin was nothing out of the ordinary for him. Nevertheless, he was looking forward to seeing her, feeling her, smelling her, tasting her.. fucking her.
The end of the last lesson came, swept the students out of the building at breakneck speed. Kakashi was still standing in the emptying parking lot, waiting for Asuma to smoke up his second stress cigarette of the day and for him to be released from this social cage. Rin said goodbye to everyone with a wave and a kiss from Obito, didn't let it show as always, and drove away. Like the majority of the students, she had to go to Bowdon, right next to Altrincham. Many, including Obito and Asuma, had the same way home as she did, so Kakashi had to let some time pass before he could follow her. His baby-blue Beetle would attract attention in the villadom like a – yeah, a baby-blue Beetle. Not too many of them were cruising around in Manchester and it would be suspicious if his of all cars were spotted at Nohara's.
Little by little, the small group dispersed, as expected, everyone disappeared towards the south. Kakashi also got into his car, drove aimlessly through Altrincham for about a quarter of an hour, bought chips at a takeaway, which he ate on the side of the road, until he thought he could now get to Rin unnoticed. Bowdon, like the rest of southwest Manchester, was ass-class. Especially the outskirts of Altrincham, Bowdon and Hale – or as they liked to say in Hulme: the Trinity of the Pomp – were adorned with sprawling plots with extravagant houses on them. Kakashi would call the majority of them villas, even without having his roots in the Crescents. Money lived here, and you could see that clearly in every building.
He headed for one of them, parked his car on a small spur of the grit yard as close as possible to the hedge so that it was not immediately visible from the road, and rang the bell. When the door was opened, he was taken aback, and his neck became unbearably hot. In front of him was not Rin, as expected, but her father, Shoichi Nohara, chief surgeon of the ER in Manchester. A surprised expression glided across his narrow face and he looked at Kakashi as if he could smell that he didn't belong here, despite his finely ironed Kensington uniform. "Hello?"
"Uh, hello, Mister Nohara," Kakashi said quickly. "Is Rin there?"
Behind Shoichi, his daughter appeared stomping loudly, gasping "Sorry, Dad, we have to study" at her father, grabbed Kakashi's wrist and pulled him up the stairs to her room. She slammed her door and locked it before turning around and saying with a biting of her lips, "I already thought you weren't coming at all."
Kakashi looked nervously at the door. "Why is your dad here? Dude, I almost had a heart attack."
"Ignore him," Rin waved her hand and unbuttoned her blouse; she was already no longer wearing blazer and bow. "He was told by the clinic management to take a few days off and well, that's why he's hanging around here now."
"And he doesn't think it's weird that you're alone with a guy who isn't your boyfriend?" Kakashi asked skeptically.
Rin tore her top from her arms, let it fall carelessly to the ground and approached Kakashi, her thumbs tucked into the waistband of her skirt to slowly push it down to the beat of her sweeping hips. "Do you want to talk about my father or fuck me?"
Kakashi's cock twitched. He snorted, grinned crookedly and began to take off his jacket. "Will he hear us?" he asked in a hushed voice.
Rin had reached him, stepped out of her skirt, crawled her fingers over Kakashi's chest up to his tie knot, where she jerked and stole a desirous kiss from him and breathed, "Only if you do it right."
At these words, Kakashi couldn't help but growl. He kissed Rin, ran his hands under her panties and pinched her ass, which made her squeal and rise, thus only bringing her closer to him. He loved it when she reacted like that. He kissed and massaged her roughly, meanwhile she opened his shirt and trousers and helped him out of his clothes. But she left him the tie and used it to lead him to her bed as if on a leash.
Rin lay down on the mattress with her back first, put her legs up and wrapped the long tie around her hand piece by piece to pull Kakashi closer to her. Kakashi grinned, crawled between her thighs, kissed her again and slid his hands under her bustier where he kneaded his beloved rosebuds. He could not contain himself. Reluctantly, but eager, he broke away from Rin's lips, exposed her breasts completely and lowered his mouth to her left nipple, which made shallow leaps on her fast-beating heart. "Haaahhnnngh.. Kakaashi..." Rin whispered, lifting her pelvis until it bumped against his. "Goood, please fuck me.."
Kakashi giggled darkly, playing around her pip with the tip of his tongue. "I smell an addiction. Is that healthy?" He threw her a sly grin from below.
Rin, with dark cheeks and misty eyes, groaned, brushed her hair out of her face and let go of his tie, only to pluck his boxer shorts from his buttocks by the leg pieces. His half boner swung a little through the air through the elastic waistband. She spread her legs wider and said with an unmistakable whimper in her voice, "Shit, I love it so much. I didn't want to share it on Saturday. I wanted to be the only one who could feel it." She fumbled around in her bedside table, pulled out a wrapped condom and threw it to Kakashi, who caught it easily. "Come on, go ahead."
"You're much too impatient, Rin," Kakashi teased, slipping the connie over his now fully erect penis, and wanted to enjoy her desperation a little longer. He pressed his shaft between her labia and began to move his hips veeery slowly back and forth.
As if she were lying on the torture rack, Rin clung to her pillow moaning loudly, hammered her fingernails into Kakashi's forearm, scratched his skin and begged, "Please... Don't do that..."
"What not?" Kakashi asked innocently, leaning a little lower, watching her every physical reaction closely – how her carotid artery throbbed wildly, how her breasts jerked due to her choppy breath, how visible goosebumps glided down her shoulders, how her larynx moved when she whimpered desperately.
"Don't... prolong... it...", Rin managed to gasp. "I'm so horny for you, Kakashi." She fired him up with glowing looks. Her eyes swam in tears.
Her distress, her desire, sent a shiver down Kakashi's spine. When she looked at him like that, he could no longer control himself. He placed his glans at her moist, pulsating entrance and penetrated.
"Yeeaahhh...", Rin said together with a long sigh. She grinned, bit her lower lip and nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly how I want it. This way and no other..."
Kakashi laughed gasping, supported himself and began to thrust into her. She moaned, panted, came after just a few seconds. She was indeed really horny for him, so he couldn't help grinning and increased his strength. Without feeling it every time, he fucked her to several orgasms, some stronger that squirted her secretion against his underpants, some were just choked sounds, but each time she brought out this whine that Kakashi could never get enough of. It was a tone that had no place in any church, but which at the same time promised heavenly salvation and hellish desire. Like a choir of angels, it lay down on Kakashi's ears three or four times, eliciting more energy, more sweat and more passion from him.
After the fifth time – he had never climaxed her so often before – he slowed down his movements, lay on top of her, kissed her, caressed her sides and breasts, penetrated her only tenderly. Rin buried herself in his hair, moaned softly into his mouth, even if she no longer whimpered.
Kakashi broke their kiss, touched her forehead with his, stretched his hips far forward so that he pressed himself completely into her and whispered, "I love you, Rin.." He withdrew, stopped. A small tear ran from the corner of his eye, melted into his sweat.
Rin's breath caught for a second, then she brushed her lips on his, her hand found itself on his butt and she whispered back, "Go on."
"Okay..", Kakashi answered, otherwise not knowing what to say, lowered his head into the crook of her neck and resumed his gentle thrusts, which quickly became faster, their skin slapped and finally made him moan. He came, poured his love for her in the condom and carefully slid out of her. Breathing heavily, he stayed where he was, inhaled the sweet scent of her skin, kissed her timidly. He wanted to hear her voice as she said that she loved him too, but he didn't dare. He didn't want to destroy this moment between them, he didn't want to destroy everything between them. So, he waited, hoping that she would speak on her own.
But Rin was silent, stroked Kakashi's lower back in small circles, who knew what she was thinking.
At some point, Kakashi thought it was weird that the silence between them lasted so long. He pushed himself up a little, looked into Rin's face, which was still reddened and covered in a film of sweat. In her eyes, her beautiful doe eyes, he searched for the affection he felt for her but didn't find it. Rin's gaze was.. somewhat normal. She looked at Kakashi, who was looking back with expectantly raised eyebrows, and then giggled almost mockingly, "Sup?"
Kakashi licked his lips, which tasted like a mixture of his sweat and her lip gloss – spicy salt and sweet bubble gum. "I.. uh.." Actually, he didn't want to repeat it. At that moment it had felt right, now it didn't. Hadn't she understood him? He thought she had, her body reactions had made this clear to him, but she didn't seem as if this had actually been the case. "Uh.. I..." He swallowed, searching for words in his screaming brain. "I have to go home, I have to take a shower before work." He smiled falsely, whereas Rin, who returned the gesture, seemed sincere. "Okay, then get off me, you stud." She kissed his birthmark, pushed herself away from under him, got up from the bed and took off her bustier and instead a bathrobe on.
Kakashi watched her, took a minute to regain his composure, then he dressed as well, waved goodbye to Rin and left her room.
