Kakashi couldn't explain it to himself, but he had completely concealed Yumiko's visit from his father and didn't feel the need to change that. He had simply hidden the 20,000 pounds in the box under his bed and wanted to think about it first. About what exactly? He couldn't even say. Actually, there should be no but, but he struggled. If he handed it to Sakumo, there was a risk that he would gamble it away, after all, Kakashi was already "taking care" of his debts to Madara. If he paid it directly to Madara, there were only two options: Either Madara lowered the debt so that Kakashi had to get laid much less from him, or he refused, because it wasn't the whole sum, and in the worst case, pocketed the money personally. Nobody knew which of these possibilities would occur, but Kakashi didn't really want to find out either. With so much money on the table, he had to play safely.
Freshly showered, shaven, completely cleaned and treated, and thoroughly stretched, Kakashi stepped up to Konan's desk shortly before ten. Today, instead of her usual black T-shirt, she wore an airy, white summer dress that perfectly showcased her thick boobs. However, the high-contrast colour change was not the only modification to her appearance. Despite a lot of make-up around the eyes, a dark violet shimmered clearly under the wild, orange-blue combination in the light of the neon tubes above them. One couldn't tell from her facial expressions, they were as steely as ever. "Madara has a phone call, but you can already get in," she said directly when she noticed Kakashi.
But Kakashi didn't move. He scanned Konan's face intently, who raised her right eyebrow at his stare. "What? Do I have jam on my mouth?"
Kakashi held her bitchy gaze. They were not friends, he would at most call them fleeting acquaintances, but he asked, without giving any further explanation, "Does that happen often?"
Konan obviously understood him. Her brow lowered again and her expression became frosty. "What's that to you? Did I ask you about the origin of your pretty face paint?"
"I didn't ask about the origin, just whether it happens often," Kakashi blundered back.
Konan leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Her tits only pushed further up. "Well, you're a very clever one, huh? What about you? Do people often mistake you for a punching bag?"
"Nope," Kakashi replied with a shrug and tried not to stare at her cleavage. "Admittedly, this has been happening more often lately than before, but I don't usually walk around like the latest painting by Edvard Munch."
"Who?"
"Edvard Munch, was a Norwegian painter, one of the most famous expressionists. You may know the picture 'The Scream', it's a bald man in a black frock who does this." He clapped his palms to his cheeks, opened his mouth wide and made a high, plaintive sound, while he briefly curled his body with his knees pressed together.
This elicited something like a smirk from Konan. "You're a smartass, huh?"
"I have to apply this knowledge somewhere," Kakashi grinned.
"Are you well versed in art?" She leaned forward again, resting her elbows on the tabletop and swinging her chair slightly back and forth. Now it bordered on torture not to stare into her cleavage.
"Don't tell anyone, but only to a limited extent," he winked. "I like to pretend because it makes an impression. I don't know more than a few names or famous works from the epochs."
"It's still impressive," Konan buttered. "How come you know stuff like that?" Was he imagining it, or were they already overflowing?
"Art is very important at a snobbish elite school. I'm missing a few hours of sleep, in which I've memorized all the characteristics of the styles."
"You at an elite school?" Konan snorted. "I can't imagine that."
"No? Why not?" Kakashi asked teasingly. He found it somehow frighteningly easy to flirt with Konan, especially since she didn't seem uninterested at the moment too. She was obviously a few years older than him and therefore and also visually played in a completely different league. But living up to his title as a gentleman and not drooling on her breasts turned out to be a tightrope walk with every second. Those two big pillows looked really damn inviting on his lower field of vision.
Konan giggled softly, provocatively put one of her green chewing gums between her lips, let it pop into her mouth with a loud noise and began to chew on it. "To me, you seem like a classic bully from Hulme, who has been hanging on to the bottle since he was twelve, and whose ass should be spanked so that he behaves."
An amazingly precise analysis, as Kakashi found. He leaned forward, put his hands on the writing pad, looked at her tits for a second and narrowed his eyes a little. Konan's chewing slowed down, there was something indefinable in her gaze. "You don't seem to me like a classic tipster who should like to sit in front of the office of an arrogant shitdick. What dreams do you give up for this, and more importantly: why? Or should I ask: for whom?" With that he hit her. Her head jerked back a little and her irises scurried between his in panic. "You're right, Konan. I can't behave, so someone should punish me. Could be you if you wanted to." He winked again and this time deliberately and a little longer looked into her cleavage before he pushed himself up again and entered Madara's office without a word and knocking.
"… we have to arrange otherwise. No, I won't put up with that. Mh-hm. No."
Smoke, this sweet smell in the stuffy air, no attention on the part of the Uchiha – everything was the same. Kakashi didn't even ask, but went straight over to the window, opened one of them and stripped down to his socks. Madara continued to talk on the phone, but at least his eyes were now resting on Kakashi's naked ass. He turned around demonstratively, his gaze did not wander. He tilted his head, ran his right hand into his crotch and stroked his flaccid penis. Madara stirred by snuggling up in his chair, taking a drag on his cigarette, and swinging the ankle of his right leg onto the knee of his left. "No, I'm thinking more of something with more emphasis," he said into the receiver.
Kakashi slowly came to the desk, circled it and leaned against the edge directly in front of Madara, his hand working his member incessantly. Only for a moment did those red eyes slide up to Kakashi's nipples but quickly fixated on the genitals again. His sporadic "Mh-hm"s or "No"s became darker, more growling.
With a hop, Kakashi sat on the tabletop. He leaned back, spread his legs wide and occasionally let his hand wander a little deeper, beyond his scrotum, down the perineum, to the rosy rosette that until a few minutes ago had enclosed the plug, which was now wrapped in a handkerchief in the glove compartment of his Beetle. Without any problems, he inserted his index finger into his anus, which provoked a clear reaction from Madara. He knitted his eyebrows, tensed his jaw muscles and closed his eyes for a few seconds too long to disguise it as a simple blink.
Kakashi grinned inwardly. The sight of his body alone wasn't enough? The bastard could push this lie up his dirty ass. The clear bulge under the belt told another story. Outwardly he kept his deadpan expression, resumed stroking, slid his butt a little more comfortably on the many sheets and embraced his shaft. What he was doing here cost him a lot of courage, but it was already eight minutes past ten, Madara was still on the phone, seemed to get quieter with every movement of Kakashi's hand, and he was supposed to get Madara hard, wasn't he? He rubbed his cock with targeted pressure. He turned his eyes to the ceiling, searched his memory for anything that could heat him up, and got stuck on Kina. Her breasts, her body, her flushed face. Just the idea of her aroused him. In his hand, his shaft gradually swelled.
He tilted his head far back, remembering how Kina sounded when she came. His cock twitched greedily. No pain, no pulling, the ointment was a real miracle cure. This act here was proof enough that he was ready to sleep with Kina. Would she soon be?
His breathing became heavier, deeper. He respected her boundaries and by God never wanted to cross them by force, but at that moment he longed so much for Kina's wet, tight pussy that he could hardly stand the longing. He wanted to fuck her so incredibly urgently, to bring her to climax with his hard cock alone, to bang her off her mind as fast as his hand was moving right now, as if they were wild rabbits. God, fuck, yes, he finally wanted to fuck Kina. He had never wanted to think of her as more than a friend just because of her fucking brother, but secretly, yes, secretly he had found her hot before. Or did he just reflect this feeling on his memories because he was so close to it? All the same. It didn't make any difference. Meanwhile he wanted to fuck her, sink into her, pump his cum deep into her..
Kakashi's toes cramped in the air. He pushed his legs further apart, tensed them, and came moaning softly, squirting his ejaculate on his stomach and in his pubic hair. Suddenly, a cool hand rested on his mouth. Startled, he opened his eyes wide and clung to a bare forearm for help. Only now did he realize again where he was, and on whose desk and in front of whose face he had just masturbated. Madara pressed him backwards against the desk with his right hand, with his left he still held the receiver to his ear. "Yes," he grumbled almost aggressively into the mouthpiece. His fingers slid from Kakashi's lips to his cheeks and drilled into them demandingly, causing Kakashi to inevitably form an unsightly fish's mouth. "No, we still have to talk about that. But you realize you're way beyond your time, aren't you? That's right." During a break, he stuck the tip of his tongue so deep into Kakashi's fish mouth that it noticeably touched his lower incisors. "Yes, you should learn to be brief in the future. I don't have the nerve for people like you. And now excuse me, I have work to do." Even before the receiver hit the hook of the phone, he hissed menacingly, "You little, godfucking bitch. What do you you think you're doing, huh?"
"Are you hard?" Kakashi asked, mumbling past the tight grip.
An already exposed glans at his entrance was answer enough. Apparently, Madara had unzipped his pants during Kakashi's little masturbation, and well, hard was no term at all. The cock literally pulsed as Madara thrust without further words and then pressed Kakashi's wrists on the papers, probably to demonstrate his superiority or whatever.
Kakashi didn't care, because he was pleased to see that the investment in the plug was justified. His ass took Madara much easier than before. He rocked back and forth almost soundlessly to the beat of Madara's hips, only an occasional panting he couldn't resist when his lungs wanted to fill with oxygen next to his racing heart. Therefore, his brain no longer reacted with pure pain and a threatening instinct to flee, but with something like.. Well, he would almost call it an indulgence. But more of a "pleasant shit on the toilet when it slips out without pricking and effort" indulgence, definitely not "I'm into anal" indulgence. After all, he was not a poof. But yes, this way it was definitely bearable.
"What were you thinking about when you jerked off, huh?" Madara's ashtray breath gasped in front of Kakashi's nose. He wrinkled it, turned his head slightly away, and could have cursed everything. Before Madara had said anything, Kakashi had been able to ignore him as a person well enough, but he now had this certainty again that it was Madara Uchiha of all people who was fucking him. With a roll of his eyes, he lifted his lids, looked nauseated into the face of the man above him and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists. "What, do you want to be the one I'm jerking off to?"
Madara grinned viciously, his fingers closing a little tighter around Kakashi's wrists. "I would like the idea. You, hard at the mere idea of my cock.." As if he wanted to prove something to himself, he lifted himself slightly and grabbed Kakashi's crotch, where his now again flaccid penis, still slightly smeared with sperm on the glans, rolled around unimpressed on his lower abdomen. Madara obviously disliked this and Kakashi smirked broadly. With his free hand, he patted Madara's forearm like an offended toddler. "Don't worry, sir, it's not your fault. Your bad luck that you don't have a pussy, otherwise I'd be as hard as a stick right now and fuck you 'til you cry here on this table."
Madara snorted contemptuously. He yanked Kakashi up by the shoulders, spun him around, rammed his left knee onto the edge of the table and penetrated him again. His right hand was holding on to Kakashi's hip, the left was looking for an erection she couldn't find, therefore preferred to devote himself to his nipples, which he pinched rudely.
Kakashi laughed softly into his gasp. "It's useless, old man, I won't be hard for your sake." Balancing on one leg, Kakashi clung to the desk, somehow trying to turn his upper body so that he had a secure footing with which he could also counter Madara's merciless thrusts.
"Old man?" Madara growled angrily, only thrusting harder.
"Yes," Kakashi gasped, starting to have trouble holding himself upright, but he didn't want to give up his little power game either. "How old are you? Forty? Forty-five?"
"Thirty-eight," Madara answered, sounding almost defiant.
Kakashi glanced over his shoulder before concentrating on balancing again. "As I said—old man. You could easily be my father."
"Hm," Madara said in an arrogant tone. "Would your father fuck you in the ass too?" He slapped him once on the cheek with a loud slap, which elicited an unwanted moan from Kakashi. He disguised this sound as a long-drawn-out lamentation and bent a little lower so that he could support his forearms. "I never claimed that. I just said you could be my father in terms of age."
"That's correct," Madara said. His voice sounded clearly more panting, he was about to cum. "And yet I'm fucking you right now and I'm going to fuck you more often. What does that say about me?" His hands roughly massaged Kakashi's sides, as if he wanted to squeeze the answer out of him.
"Kst," Kakashi said together with a convulsive swallow. He'd soon run out of breath. "You are clearly into young men."
"That's correct," Madara repeated, thrusting faster. "Ahh.. And?"
"You didn't ask me if I was of age before you drew up the contract, so you weren't interested in how I am," Kakashi continued to talk blindly, making a statement whose meaning he hadn't even thought about before.
Another slap, this time Kakashi thankfully didn't react to it. "And?" It seemed as if Madara's lust was tied to this one realization.
And Kakashi delivered. "You wanted me, no matter how old I am."
"That's right," Madara squeezed out. The end of the short sentence began to lurch slightly when he stopped his thrusts and Kakashi felt a heat in his rectum. "And what does that do to you?" His thumbs massaged his lower back, his fingernails sporadically scratched Kakashi's slightly sweaty skin.
Kakashi thought for a moment, then said truthfully, "I don't care. I don't care whether you want me or not, we have a contract, and under that you must deduct a thousand pounds from my father's debt to you for this little jizzum."
"A clever boy," Madara praised ironically, patting Kakashi's ass cheek and leaning over him so that he could whisper softly in his ear, "But did it already occur to you that nothing binds me to the contract with you, hm?"
Kakashi restlessly searched around in his mental copy of the contract – and inevitably had to agree with Madara. He himself was more or less captivated by the thing, but Madara was a contractual partner of his own free will.
As if Madara knew exactly at what realization Kakashi's head had snapped into place, he laughed softly and began to caress Kakashi's hot neck and at the same time stroke his limp cock again. "That's why, Kakashi Hatake, you should indeed care if I want you or not. Because if one day I don't want you anymore, your father will face unchanged high debts. And you don't wish that on him, do you?" Kakashi was grimly silent, answering Madara's question without a word. But he was also answering his own. He would keep the existence of the 20,000 pounds for himself. Madara would never agree to minimize the amount of debt – not if that meant that he would be less likely to fuck Kakashi as a result. Madara's second hand joined the first, kneading Kakashi's testicles. "Do you notice anything?"
Although everything in Kakashi resisted this disgusting pestering, he replied grumpily, "What shall I notice?"
Madara moved his pelvis shallowly, and of course Kakashi noticed it. "You are still hard."
"Clever, clever boy," Madara cooed on his neck, kissed it and added, "You can see very well how much I want you, Kakashi Hatake." With his thumb and forefinger, he twirled Kakashi's shaft, who let it happen to him unimpressed.
"An ejaculation is considered a fuck, isn't it?"
"You've read the contract."
"Right."
"Then why do you ask something like that?"
Kakashi turned around and pushed Madara away from him, who seemed angry at first, but when he plopped on his butt into his swivel chair and Kakashi sat down on his lap with his legs apart, the anger gave way to greedy amazement. "Then, sir," Kakashi began quietly, placed Madara's glans on his already dripping anus, and continued, "Fuck me 'til I cry now, so that I don't have to put up with you so often."
Lost in thought, Kakashi twirled a black business card between his thumb and index finger as he stood at a red light and tried to ignore this tickle while sperm seeped past his sphincter, which could no longer close. After Madara had fucked him in the ass two more times and finally demanded a blowjob from him, he had handed him this card with the words that he should be there at six on Monday. The address was in Bowdon, in the middle of all the villas. Was that an invitation to Madara's house? How conceited did you have to be as a businessman with a fixed office to have a business card with your private address ready? Well, Kakashi thought further, it wasn't to be expected that they would fuck in Madara's office every time. Somewhere this tying up and shit had to take place. But that made the matter between them unpleasantly intimate. So far, he had been able to label the sex as an in-out-goodbye, but when he now also went home to Madara, it was somehow more than impersonal shagging.
Kakashi shook his head briefly and drove off when the cars behind him were already honking. Madara certainly only used the privacy of his own four walls to fuck Kakashi in a completely different way than he had done before. Would this bondage stuff really come now?
That made Kakashi nervous. He would love to deny it, but he couldn't lie to himself: he was into being choked. And he didn't want to get a boner at Madara's just because of that. He had to come up with something in this regard, otherwise he would feed Madara's ego with chocolates. But what? He had never been able to resist this sexual desire. At the age of thirteen, he had put a rope around his neck for the first time while masturbating, and since then it had become his emotional filter. In this way, he managed to counteract the threat of self-harm, which sounded somehow contradictory when you think about it. But the choking was another form of pain, one that went to his head and left no mark on his skin.
The long-faded scar, which ran across his left wrist, was barely visible even in direct sunlight. You only saw it if you knew it was there. To untrained eyes, it simply disappeared on his fair skin. As Kakashi stood at the next red light and stared at the lamp, his thoughts drifted to that one evening when he had put a blade to his skin for the only time to lessen the pain in his chest. Of course, it had been Gai who had stopped and rebuilt him. This memory clouded him. Deep down, he sensed that Gai didn't mean him any harm. Kina didn't not either. They had only wanted to help him yesterday and it was unfair to punish them for it. He should apologize to them for his behaviour. However, communication had never been his strong point – surprise. There he completely took after his father.
But somehow he had to, and if he couldn't or didn't want to talk about it, the only way left was by writing. In a kiosk, he bought a brutally kitschy greeting card, on the front of which an old-fashioned teddy bear with a velvet bow held up a wooden sign that said, "I'm sooo sorry". It was fucking ugly and only a powdery scent was missing to make the picture perfect, but all the other cards had birthdays, weddings or funerals as an occasion. On the inside he wrote, "Please don't hate me now if you get herpes on your fingers from this thing. I just can't think of any other way to apologize to you. You're not monstrosities, I'm just an asshole." For a long time, he tapped around with the eraser end of the pencil on his steering wheel, which he always had in the glovie, and thought, but he just couldn't think of anything more without it becoming too much. And he wasn't that good with words either, that had always been Gai's strength. So, he left it at that before making things worse in the end, sprinted to the third floor of the Kent and stuck the card in the door slot of the Maito flat. Should he ring the bell? No, he didn't really want to meet any of them. And the card was enough for the beginning.
Sakumo sat on the couch and read his book, he certainly didn't want to be disturbed. So Kakashi retreated to his room, randomly switched on a cassette at a moderate volume, hid the butt plug in his treasure chest and lay down on the bed, where he fell asleep to the sounds of Ever Fallen in Love, while cum was still dripping from his fucked asshole.
Loud noises dug into Kakashi's exposed ear canal and disturbed his dream, which dissipated faster than smoke hitting water. Grumbling, he pulled the blanket over his head, covered his right ear and wanted to run after whatever had just happened in his brain, because he knew that it had been something beautiful, when he heard the door handle thunder against the wall behind him. He rolled onto his back and squinted through his dark room into the hallway light, which shone on four people. "What's with this racket..?" he growled in a gravelly voice.
The smallest figure at the very front put the hands into the sides. "We wake you up, Kashi. Come on, get up, we want to go to the Kitchen."
"What..?" Kakashi gobbed and coughed slightly.
"The Kitchen. It's Saturday. You said we're going to the Kitchen on Saturday, forgotten?" Kina said.
Kakashi hid his face under the covers again, perhaps thinking that this beautiful dream had turned into a nightmare, but someone tore the thin protective coat off his body and the sudden cold proved to him that he was indeed awake. He sat up abruptly, almost bumped into Kina's head and hissed aggressively, "Fuck, what are you doing?!"
"I'm throwing you out of bed," Kina replied with a shrug.
"And if I had been naked, what would you have done then?!"
"But you're not, you're wearing underpants," she stated quite correctly and crumpled up Kakashi's blanket while grinning broadly. "I understood your card as an offer of peace, so everything is back to normal now. There is no turning back. You more or less promised me, huh?"
Groaning, Kakashi dropped back into his pillow and rested the heels of his hands on his eyes. "Maan, can't you sleep here in peace..?"
"It's only nine," it came floating over from the door. Only now did Kakashi pay more attention to the other three people. Half in his room, half in the hallway were Sakumo, Anko and Gai. Sakumo had spoken, and in contrast to the rest of the Kakashi wake-up commando, he seemed in a bad mood. Kakashi briefly rolled his eyes, looked at Anko – as she always was when she was out in private, with black eyes and lips, studded collar, crop top, arm warmers, high-waisted shorts with three belts, garters on purple-striped socks tucked into lace-up boots with heels – and Gai – unnecessarily a black woollen beanie on his head that seemed to merge completely with his hair, white T-shirt, hem tucked into the high waistband of tight, dark grey jeans that showed off his sturdy calves, his trouser legs rolled up, thus presenting the bright orange tennis socks and green chucks in the best possible way – and then looked annoyed groaning at the ceiling. He wasn't in the mood for either of them. And anyway, hadn't it originally been said "the two of us", i.e. only Kina and him? There had never been any talk of goth-cunt or poofshroom. What did they want here anyway? Did Kina have no decency, no empathy, was that her way of socializing him on cramp?!
Kina apparently didn't want to let his obvious grumpiness get her down and tugged at his forearm. "Come on, Kashi," she whined. "At least once we wanted to go to the Kitchen. Gai and Anko are also looking forward to the evening with you."
'As if,' Kakashi thought and wanted to tear himself away, but Kina continued to jerk his arm and wailed, "You promised it, Kashi, you promised it, you promised–"
"Yeah, it's all right, ey," Kakashi grumbled and slapped her hand away. "Give me at least a minute so I can get dressed, how about it?"
Kina nodded enthusiastically. "All right. Adorn yourself, we're going to party today~" Her clothes looked exactly the same as usual in contrast to the other two – dark grey T-shirt that was at least three sizes too big for her, checked lumberjack shirt wrapped around her waist, baggy, light blue jeans with huge holes, bare ankles and white sneakers. She had only added a black leather collar to her usual outfit. Was probably her idea of "adorning" herself.
"But without drugs," Sakumo immediately admonished.
"Of course!" Kina said. For everyone but Sakumo himself, the sarcastic undertone in her voice was more than clear. They moved the further discussion to the hallway and when it was finally quiet and lonely in Kakashi's room again, he moaned a second time in frustration. Would he like to go to the Kitchen with the three of them? No. But he had promised Kina. Somehow. Maybe it would be okay if he ignored Gai and Anko well enough.
He stretched and stood up. His boxer shorts stuck to his ass cheeks and it was only when he felt around on the hardened fabric on his butt that he remembered that it was Madara's sperm. Hopefully no one had noticed, otherwise questions would only arise unnecessarily. He slipped into fresh underpants, his only black jeans – these also had tears on his knees, simply was his style, a loose, black T-shirt and his chucks, and then peeked through his room door.
".. don't want him to fall into an addiction again," Sakumo explained just as they heard the creaking of the door hinge and the three non-Hatakes turned around.
"Mh, yes, that's presentable," Kina commented.
"Yeah, it's hot," Anko grinned crookedly.
Gai didn't say anything.
Kina turned to Sakumo again. "Don't worry, we'll have a drink at most. But it's about partying, you know? We won't have too many opportunities for that in the future."
Sakumo smiled narrowly. "I understand that, Kina. Have a nice evening and don't do anything stupid."
"We won't!" sang Kina, knowing full well that no one would buy her lie.
Sakumo snorted again in amusement, gave his son a look that was completely open to interpretation from "Take care of yourself" to "Don't you dare to smoke weed", and retreated to his bedroom.
"So, are you ready then?" Kina asked.
"I just have to go to the bathroom quick," Kakashi said, waited until they had made room for him, went to pee, ran wet fingers through his hair to make it look a little less sleepy, applied a makeshift layer of heparin ointment to his violet and jaw and finally checked his breath and the condition of his armpits. When he declared himself reasonably suitable for partying, he stepped back into the hallway to Kina, Anko and Gai, who were grinning at him to varying degrees, and the four of them made their way to the Charles Barry Crescent, with Kakashi trotting listlessly behind the others.
Years ago, the Kitchen had lost its already bottomlessly depraved shine and was only the shadow of its once wicked and lawless, but very popular in Hulme and the surrounding area apogee. The self-built club on the upper floor of the building was no longer what it had once been, but perhaps the news of the Crescents' imminent demolition had helped people want to spend their weekend there one last time, for the sake of nostalgia. It was full and loud, the bass almost completely drowned out the vocals in The Great Commandment, the guests were already sweating, were on who-knows-what substances, drunk, dancing in the rooms of the two apartments where the partition wall had been torn down back then. A single light bulb shone its pink colour over the bouncing skulls, plunging the scene into a pornographic ambience.
"We should find a place to gather so that we don't get lost throughout the night," Kina called into the ears of the others, who had bent down to her after plucking their sleeves. The three agreed. They fought their way through the heated crowd and lined up at one of the windows.
"I'll get us something to drink," Gai tried to make himself heard over the noise. "What do you want?"
"Beer," Kina, Anko, and Kakashi yelled back in chorus. Gai grinned and disappeared between the countless bodies.
Kina nudged Anko in the side. "And? Did I promise too much?"
"No, not at all," Anko beamed. "This boîte is awesome. And you always partied here?"
"Just a few times," Kina yelled back. "Sometimes we dared to sneak in here, but not as often as we would have liked."
Anko replied something incomprehensible.
"Huh?" Kina said, standing on her toes and holding on to Kakashi so as not to fall over. He secured her footing with his hands on her elbows.
Anko leaned forward and shouted, "Didn't anyone mind that you were underage?"
"Nope," Kina grinned without moving away from Kakashi again, which made his pulse shoot up. "These are the Crescents, baby, only the rules that we make ourselves apply here. The cops haven't dared to come here for a long time and even if they did, everyone here would have covered for us."
"Do you know the people?" Anko asked loudly, letting her gaze wander over the barely recognizable faces in front of them.
"The Crescents are probably the most fucked-up place you'll ever see, but when the pigs show up, everyone works together," Kina explained.
Between a bright pink mohawk and a shaved dome, Kakashi recognized Gai's beanie moving towards them, so she pushed Kina a little away from him. In front of Gai, he wanted to keep as much distance from her as possible. "Welp, here are the drinks~" he purred and put four beer bottles on the windowsill. Each took one, they toasted with a hoarse "Cheers!" and drank.
Gai, who was facing Kakashi, beamed at everyone once. "Who wants to dance?"
Kina swung her veil of hair around to the beat of Maniac. "Me-hee~"
"That's what we're here for, right?" was Anko's answer.
Three pairs of eyes rested expectantly on Kakashi, who nervously sipped his beer. "Leave it, I'm not drunk enough for that."
"Maaaan," Kina complained and pushed her lower lip forward. "Kashi, this is the Kitchen! Dancing, having fun, celebrating.." She put on a cunning smirk and rummaged around in the pocket of her jeans, from which she conjured up a slightly bent joint. "If you give me one dance, you'll get a reward afterwards."
Kakashi rolled his head on his shoulders, groaning. "Sometimes I hate you."
She boldly thrust her hips to the left and right. "And even more often you love me, my sweet snuggle bunny~"
At this remark, Kakashi's gaze darted briefly to Gai, whose facial expressions he could hardly interpret due to the dim light, and followed the others a little further into the space between all the people who were making their sweat glands work to the beat. He had absolutely zero tact and could only step awkwardly from one foot to the other and somehow wave his arms halfway through the air.
Kina's and Anko's laughter could even be heard over the music. "And that's dancing for you?" Anko teased near his ear.
"I never said I could do it!" Kakashi snapped back a little vexed.
She winked at him and, according to the given space, put an amazingly coordinated and stimulating performance on the linoleum. Kina joined in and Gai proved once again how well he had his body under control. Kakashi got a little jealous when he watched the three of them. He could name the pitch, tempo and different chord progressions of each song played, but moving to it was impossible. He twisted his face into a shrewd smile, tried to ignore any critical glances on the back of his neck, and increased his fidgeting, clapped from time to time, occasionally collided with one or the other body next to him.
"Well, that's better," Kina laughed, grabbing his wrists and turning into his arms. "And now everyone: You spin me right round baby right round~" She spun out again, lifted Kakashi's right arm above her head and began to whirl around her own axis on the spot. This in combination with the bad air in the Kitchen threw her off balance, she could just be caught by Kakashi and landed on his chest.
"Hey, titch, not so stormy," Kakashi laughed in emotion and again he looked up at Gai worriedly to catch a spark of what he would think of it. But Gai was dancing with his back to them and didn't notice anything. Kakashi put Kina back on her feet and tousled her hair. "Slow down, otherwise I might think you're already drunk."
"Maybe I am, we were a little pre-partying while you were still asleep." Kina cheekily stuck out her tongue and started dancing again. Kakashi did the same, losing his inhibitions with every advancing second and three hours, four beer bottles and five rounds of vodka later, when he had fun with Nasty Girl, full of intoxication of the music and alcohol, while lasciviously circling his hips in front of Kina and Anko and letting his index finger glide from the navel over his damp skin to his pectoral muscles, the two apparently couldn't contain themselves anymore and almost fell over with laughter – or drunkenness. Kakashi's own laughter died when he noticed that Gai was also staring at his belly. He immediately let go of his shirt, plucked it down particularly low and turned around, fought his way through to their window and drank his beer, which had already become stale. He ran his hand through his sweaty neck and looked at the distant lights of Manchester City Centre for a moment, wishing he was far, far away from here.
Someone fell into his back from behind, wrapped itself around his stomach and Kina's head peeked under his arm. "Eh, Kashi, you'll get a joint all to yourself for that show." Her right hand slipped under his T-shirt and stroked the narrow strip of hair between the navel and the waistband of jeans.
Kakashi swallowed his gloom along with the beer and pushed Kina away from him so he could turn around. "One just for me? Why so generous, titch?"
Kina gently punched him in the stomach, he writhed, whining playfully and nodding gratefully at the joint that Kina held out to him. He ignited it, inhaled deeply and passed it on to Anko, who had followed him together with Kina. "Where did you leave the mushroom?" he shouted when he realized that Gai wasn't with them.
"He had to go to the toilet," Kina replied, also dragged and gave the joint back to Kakashi, who took a second and third puff. "But toilet sounds mega, the booze has reached the bottom," she said.
"Shall I come with you?" Anko asked without hesitation.
Kina waved it off. "No, I'll find the way. But watch out for the joint."
Kakashi laughed. "Do you think there's anything left of that when you come back?"
With maliciously narrowed eyes, Kina stood on her toes again, pulled Kakashi down a bit by the collar and pressed a kiss on his lips to his greatest surprise. "I hope so, Kashi, or I'll punish you."
Completely blocking out Anko's presence, Kakashi returned the gesture, held the kiss a little longer than she did and murmured so that only she could hear him, "Maybe I want that~"
"Fuck, you're making me so wet right now.." A third kiss in which they briefly let their tongues play. She gave him one last smack, whispered "If you don't fuck me soon, Kakashi Hatake, I'll burst" in his ear and let him go. But before she could move further away from him, Kakashi held her tight and growled seductively, "At any time, titch. If you want my dick, it's ready for you." He pushed his face in front of hers, returned her longing look and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Tomorrow?"
"I'll put it in the calendar right away," Kakashi smirked.
Kina smiled boldly, bit her lower lip and disappeared in the direction of one of the toilets. Kakashi looked after her bobbing hair, grinned to himself and had to remind himself with a mental knuckle sandwich that there were other people present. Embarrassed, he looked over at Anko, who was watching the people with emphatic indifference. "I'm sorry," he yelled at her.
She turned her head with raised eyebrows. "What?"
"What just happened."
"Eh, you don't have to justify yourself," Anko said with a laugh. "Are you together?"
"No.." Kakashi admitted meekly, so it was quite possible that Anko didn't hear him at all.
She moved a little closer to him, took a sip of her beer and said in a half-muffled voice, "I wanted to talk to you alone anyway. I'm sorry too. Well.. about what happened last week with Obito. I can well imagine that you don't like me anymore because of it."
Kakashi's cheerful mood suddenly changed to anger. He tensed his shoulders, raised his head once to prevent himself from screaming, and deliberately stopped looking down at Anko.
"I'm serious, Kakashi," she stressed. "I watched the video again."
"Cool."
"No. That wasn't cool. I have.. well.. I already had thought you had said something on Saturday, but I could understand it on the video. You wanted us to stop, didn't you?"
Kakashi snorted and crossed his arms. "Would it have made a difference for you?"
"For me, yes, it would have. You were probably too tight to make yourself noticeable. I would never have continued if I had known that you didn't want it at all. Our behaviour is inexcusable, I know that, and I can't speak for the others, but I still want you to know that I'm sorry."
Without a word, Kakashi dragged on the joint, slowly blew out the smoke and felt weed, alcohol and music thumping through his veins along with disgust, hatred and despair.
Anko looked like she was waiting for an answer, but when Kakashi didn't give her one, she said, "By the way, I don't believe what Rin is saying about you, that you raped her and stuff."
Trembling, Kakashi took another puff.
"And I broke up with Genma for what he and the other guys did to you. Something like that is not correct."
One last drag and the joint had arrived at the mouthpiece. Kakashi erased the stub in the dregs of his beer and looked at the shiny pink glass in his hand with blurred eyes.
Anko touched his forearm. "Kakashi.."
Kakashi pushed himself off the windowsill, slammed his bottle on it, and said with a fake grin, "Congratulations on all these insights. I'm going dancing again."
Anko still called after him, but he didn't look back. However, he didn't dance either. Instead, he pushed his way between all the bodies to the opposite wall, where he knew he could find a door there. Panic spread through him. He felt as if he was suffocating. His ears went numb, his eyes burned and he could have just shouted at everything. Everything wanted to break out of him, but he couldn't let that happen. Not here, not where someone could condemn him.
One corner and half the hallway further on, he was so close to his goal. He just wanted to lock himself in the little bathroom, untie the knot in his chest, maybe punch something—
As if someone had hit a tree trunk in front of his forehead, he paused in the middle of the movement. There in front of him, half hidden in the darkness, and yet far too recognizable, stood two figures tightly embraced. One hand pulled on Gai's beanie, the other was under the sleeve of his white T-shirt, fingers spread on his biceps. Gai had his hands on the boy's waist, his thumbs stroking the striped fabric. Their kiss, clearly tongued, could give you the impression that they were alone in the world, but they weren't. Kakashi was also there, saw how the two boys caressing each other, touching, certainly arousing, wild, intimate, demanding, passionate. And he couldn't stop it now. He sobbed, which no one would ever hear in the sounds of Enjoy the Silence. The deafness in his ears disappeared, Dave Gahan dranted his "All I ever want~ed, all I ever needed is here.. in my arms" at full volume, these words hammered deep into his screaming heart. With a glowing tear trail on his cheek, he turned on his heel, stormed to the exit, and ran out into the night.