Just the thought of Madara's cock made Kakashi sick to his stomach. And he was also afraid of his rage. It was half past eleven and he stood motionless in front of the steel door and stared at the brass sign of the Akatsuki Agency. For two minutes he had resembled a statue, not daring to enter the office. At home he had taken a shower in no time at all, cleaned his anus by fiddling around in it with his index finger, and after a quick treatment of his bruises on his face, he had jammed himself into the car and jetted off to Cheetham Hill. Now, however, all haste was gone. He would like to turn around and just leave, push his luck, but he plucked up the courage and pushed the door open – almost slamming it in the face of a man who looked strangely familiar to him. The guy had bright orange hair, masses of piercings everywhere, an artfully designed angel with a gas mask tattooed on his neck and the most unalive facial expression Kakashi had ever seen on a living person. When he spied those steel-grey eyes with the unusual striped pattern on the irises, he immediately remembered how he knew that Gas Angel. He and the pale punk with the crazy yellow look and the green spiked hair behind him had crossed his way on the stairs in Kent at the beginning of July. At the time, he hadn't thought anything of it, after all, the two of them looked very well suited to the rest of the people you met in the Crescents, but now that he saw them here, he concluded that Gas Angel and Cactus must also be thugs of Madara. They had certainly been in favour of the first demand at Sakumo.

Silently, he stepped aside, didn't even utter a sound of apology, and let the two men pass him by, who, before disappearing on the curve of the stairs behind the steps to the next floor, threw a suspicious gleam at him that tickled the hairs on the back of Kakashi's neck. Apparently, all the guys who worked for Akatsuki were scary by nature.

Kakashi shook himself briefly, pushed his emotions back into their cage and entered the narrow hallway. Konan had rested her elbows on the writing pad, held the telephone receiver to her ear with one hand and twisted the helical cord around her finger with the other. She said "yes" and "mh-hm" several times. Obviously, she noticed Kakashi, because her eyes were fixed on his face, but she didn't show any recognition at all, only seemed to trace the contours of his violet.

Suddenly, the door flew open behind her and together with a swirling cloud of smoke, Madara stepped out of his office. At the sight of him, Kakashi inevitably broke out in a sweat. This anger-distorted visage did not bode well for him. But he didn't pay any attention to Kakashi either, instead he leaned down next to the sitting Konan, held a large envelope in front of her nose, which Konan accepted with a nod without letting her constant "Mh-hm"s stop, turned wordlessly around and disappeared into the thick fog of his office. However, he didn't close the door again and when Kakashi had remained indecisive in front of Konan's desk for about ten seconds, this scratchy voice creaked out of the smoke, "Are you coming in now, or have you taken roots there?!"

Kakashi hardly assumed that he was meant, walked past Konan and closed the door behind him, which he immediately regretted. It was even more stuffy in here than yesterday and this time he couldn't suppress the cough. He held the crook of his arm in front of his mouth and searched for the beefy desk with tearful eyes.

"What?" Madara snapped. "Is it not pleasing to the Lord?"

"Excuse me, sir.." Kakashi choked out. "I didn't want to be late, but I—"

"If you had done it on purpose, it would have been even worse," Madara interrupted. "I have an appointment in half an hour, you'd better hurry up to please me, otherwise I'll see it as a breach of contract."

"Yes, sir," Kakashi replied unimpressed. Even if, he wouldn't give a shit by now. Shall this wanker beat his father to death. He didn't want to feel bad about Sakumo anymore, not after that morning. Without further ado, he undressed, put his clothes on the empty chair just like yesterday and looked expectantly at Madara's half-veiled face. The latter raised his eyebrows provocatively. "What?"

"I'm ready, sir," Kakashi said as if it were a matter of course. Maybe he behaved a little too impudent, but he didn't want to play the shy boy anymore. The sex would happen either way, whether he cried or not. And anyway, he was far too upset about Sakumo, Gai and Kina to feel anything other than anger at the moment.

Madara grunted contemptuously. "How hot do you think you are? Do you think it's enough for my cock to see you naked?"

Kakashi's fingers itched to remind him that he had jerked off yesterday at the sight of HIM, but he rolled his eyes instead and realized that he had to act according to his price. "Sir, I know you're not a fan of discussions about the quality of indoor air, but I'm suffocating in this booth. If you don't mind, I'd like to open a window."

"Do what you can't help doing," Madara grumbled and waved his hand disparagingly, a fresh cigarette already in his mouth.

Kakashi nodded gratefully and could have opened the right window, which was best to reach, for the sake of simplicity, but he headed purposefully for the two-seater couch that stood under the row of windows, knelt on it with both legs and turned the knob of the middle one. As the oxygen slid down his face, he inhaled deeply, exhaled loudly and cracked his neck vertebrae. "Haah, yes, that's better."

Inwardly, he loathed himself for what he was about to do. He slid further apart with his knees, let his pelvis circle slightly and tensed his ass cheeks to draw attention to it. While he watched the hustle and bustle in the building opposite, drove his mind and shame out of his head and tried to calm his pulse, he lasciviously stroked his sides, lower back and cheeks, which he loosened again and pulled apart slightly. He let out a short moan from time to time. To top it all off, he kept his left hand on his ass so he could continue to show off his rosette, and ran the other into his crotch, where, unnoticed by Madara, he merely pretended to rub his cock, which dangled limply and stained between his legs. His mock moans became a little louder, more inviting.

And indeed, his show had the hoped-for effect. A soft creaking and a few, quick steps made it clear to him that Madara got up and hurried to him. He grabbed him from behind by the neck and forearm and whispered in his ear with a dangerous undertone, "What do you think you're doing, you little bitch..?"

"I'm turning you on," Kakashi replied past the pressure in his throat, pushed his pelvis backwards, hit a bump that stretched out towards him as expected, let go of his ass cheek and enclosed Madara's covered erection. "And as I feel, I succeed."

"You filthy cunt," Madara growled, moving a few centimetres away from him and fiddling with his pants with the hand that didn't choke Kakashi.

Kakashi grinned unnoticed. As if his body alone would not be enough to make Madara hard. The glans that got pressed into him was of a completely different opinion. But well, Madara's glans was pressing into his ass, and so Kakashi couldn't hold his smirking anymore. He inhaled hissing, grimaced and convulsively loosened his sphincter, which couldn't even absorb the tip without burning. He had hoped that the second time would be easier for him, but firstly, Madara still had a thick cock, secondly, Kakashi's muscle ring had had some time to contract again, thirdly, he was undoubtedly still slightly injured in his anus, and fourthly, there was no form of lubricant. It was simply hard, dry skin rubbing against battered, dry skin.

Madara growled indignantly. "I would have expected you to have prepared better this time, but you feel just as virginal as you did yesterday. Plus, you still haven't shaved properly. Where's your commitment, he, Kakashi?"

"I wanted to explain that before you interrupted me, sir," Kakashi said with a slight gasp. "I didn't have time last night because I ran into some old friends, as you can easily see, and I didn't get around to it this morning."

"Mhhh," Madara said, leaning lower and tightening his grip on Kakashi's throat. "And all the little boy has to say is 'mimimi'. If you don't want me to add more bruises, you'll be on time and smooth next time. Your decision."

"Yes, sir, that won't happen again."

"I hope so for your face. I'd be sorry to butcher it."

"I already said it won't happen again, sir," Kakashi emphasized grimly. This infantile treatment fuelled hatred in him. "Next time I'll be smooth as a baby, appear just as you want and have stretched beforehand."

"Kse, you're much too cheeky for a whore. Apparently, I need to teach you some manners." And with that he thrusted.

Kakashi screamed, clung to the back of the sofa and stiffened his back to resist Madara's blows more. He clawed at his hip and massaged his neck at the same time, where he increased the pressure every now and then to such an extent that Kakashi had to croak suffocated instead of just panting soundlessly.

At the pace Madara was going, Kakashi barely had time to distract his thoughts with anything, but he was amazed that after the first gut-tearing pain, he didn't have the trouble he had yesterday to withstand this cock. It was almost.. endurable.

Their skin clapped loudly when they met, and each thrust felt like a battering ram was drilling into Kakashi's ass, hitting his prostate each time, giving him the same unexpected sensation after the initial agony as yesterday. There was something in him that he couldn't explain. Underneath all the pain and aversion there was something. Something he didn't want to feel. He briefly cast a worried glance at his crotch, where his penis was still swinging back and forth in time with Madara's thrusts without activated corpora cavernosa. Not that he actually found this arousing, after all, his rectum was literally glowing, but he just had problems understanding what it was inside him. Did he just get used to being fucked in the ass? Was that it? Usage? But did that mean the pain would pass? And.. did he want that? Or was it simply the fact that he was being choked? Yes, it probably was. Not the ass fuck, the choking was the problem. He had to distract himself from this feeling.

Of course, Madara had noticed Kakashi's head lowering and pushed his jaw up again. "Where are you looking, he?" he gasped at the back of his neck. "Do you want to watch yourself get aroused while I fuck you?"

"I.. am not.. aroused.." Kakashi gasped.

As if to control, Madara's hand slid from Kakashi's hip to his genitals, enclosing his penis and testicles with his long, cool fingers and squeezing slightly. "Do you want to be..?" his scratchy voice asked with an indecipherable swing.

"No."

"Why not, don't you like what I'm doing to you, huh?"

"No," Kakashi repeated.

"Admit it, you little poof, you're into getting fucked in the ass."

"No, I'm not," Kakashi emphasized vehemently, would certainly have sounded more convincing if he hadn't been panting all the time.

"Yes, you are," Madara whispered, tightening his grip on Kakashi's genitals. "You're into feeling my cock, having it inside you."

Kakashi pressed his eyelids and teeth together but said nothing. Madara just wanted to tease him, he knew that. But if the pressure on his neck didn't disappear soon, he would involuntarily give Madara an erection.

"You're a cock-horny cunt who longs to be fucked properly. You want this pain, to be humiliated by me. That turns you on. Huh?" The thrusts became harder, the grip firmer. Kakashi fought against it with all his might. Madara almost squeezed his balls off, which was why Kakashi moaned in agony. His bruise didn't exactly help. "Say it, Kakashi. Admit it to yourself. Accept this fact. I noticed your gaze. Mhhh, the way you looked at me. You want me. You want me to show you where you're at. You want to be dominated by me. You want my cock all the way up.. deep.. in.. you." He punctuated these words with powerful thrusts.

"I'd rather die," was all Kakashi could produce.

As if that was the code word, Madara stopped, removed all his cock from Kakashi's ass and finally released his hands from him.

Surprised, Kakashi turned around. Madara hadn't cum yet, he knew that, so why did he stop? He saw Madara standing in front of him, a rock-hard boner, panting slightly and with scattered beads of sweat on his forehead. "How do you fuck your girls?"

"What?" Kakashi asked horrified.

"I asked you a simple question: How do you fuck your girls?"

"Uh.. With my cock?"

Madara groaned annoyed. "That's clear to me. But how? In what position?"

"I'm not telling you that," Kakashi replied perplexed.

"I want to fuck you the way you like to do it."

"Why, because you want to prove something to me?"

"That's right. So?"

"Forget it."

"Are you afraid?" Madara smiled devilishly. "Afraid that I'm right and that you like it? Afraid that you'll willingly become my bitch and enjoy it?" Unexpectedly, he slapped Kakashi on the ass. "The way you did, a man doesn't turn another man on if he didn't secretly want to. There is a small, kinky poof inside of you. I want you to see the truth and stand by it."

"You interpret too much. I'm just doing my job, and that's to keep that"—Kakashi nodded to Madara's sturdy boner—" up and let you cum. Or am I wrong?"

Madara didn't answer but impatiently dragged Kakashi to his feet and pushed him towards the desk. Kakashi staggered and slid a bit, but he quickly regained his composure and stared angrily at Madara. "What the fuck is this about?"

"Shut up, or should I stuff your dirty mouth?"

"Why, because I'm one of your whores who talks back? Must be odd."

Madara froze. His eyes flashed angrily. "Where do you get the courage to be so cheeky, huh? Yesterday you were crying."

"I understood something, sir."

"And what would that be?"

"You don't just want to fuck me, you want to humiliate me. Hence all this stuff with tying up and hitting and your constant talk and stuff like that. Okay, you can do that, I agreed to that. But you didn't say a word that I wasn't allowed to counter you." He hopped his butt on the table, completely ignoring the fact that he hadn't pushed away Madara's chaos of sheets before, and lifted his legs in the air to give Madara, who was still standing next to the couch as if petrified, a perfect view of his asshole. "Please, sir, fuck me, you only have twenty minutes left," he said coldly, had to swallow hard at the hellfire that blazed in Madara's eyes. "But don't expect me to submit to you silently. You have to use the gag for that." He ran his index finger through the crack, played around his entrance, and put so much disgust in his eyes that the air between them became electrically charged.

Madara finally stirred. Without the blood-red irises separating from the slate-grey ones, he came to the desk, held Kakashi's legs up at the back of his knees, for which Kakashi was grateful, because he wouldn't have lasted this energy for long, and rammed himself into Kakashi's ass with an aggressive jerk. The latter gasped in agony, but did not break eye contact either. The hatred between them became denser, more tangible with every thrust. Madara leaned forward, squeezed Kakashi's soft genitals unpleasantly between their bodies and murmured so close to his lips that they touched briefly, "Kakashi Hatake, you are a disgusting know-it-all. Do you think you're smart, huh? Do you think you've found a loophole in my contract?"

"Just admit that I have," Kakashi growled back, had to stretch his arms away from him in the meantime and cling desperately to the edge of the table to give his body more tension and not slide around on the many papers – which, however, resulted in a stabbing in his right shoulder joint. Even the two ibuses he had thrown in before departure didn't help.

Madara snorted, his hot, cigarette-stinking breath crept into Kakashi's nose and he grimaced slightly. Madara's fingers squeezed, his eyes narrowed, his thrusts became faster and Kakashi hoped that he would cum soon, because he couldn't stand this staring for long. "You bastard will learn to submit to me," Madara whispered with a seething timbre.

Kakashi blinked briefly to moisten his eyeballs, put as much hostility as possible into his features and replied challengingly, "Then you better make an effort, because that's not going to work."

Whether it was greed, hatred or arousal, Kakashi couldn't say. Madara continued to accelerate his thrusts, at the same time lowering his lips to Kakashis and kissing him stormily, which Kakashi let happen to him, he had no choice in this regard anyway. A hot tongue licked his lips, penetrated minimally between them and brought with it a taste of old ashtray. He twisted his mouth and swallowed, which didn't really help to get rid of this mustiness, especially since more and more followed.

Gasping for air, Kakashi turned his face away and rubbed the back of his hand over his wet lips in disgust. Again, the two men assessed each other, both breathing heavily – one out of pain and disgust, the other out of arousal and disgust.

"Never dare to do something like that again," Madara warned.

Kakashi laughed viciously. "Or what? You'll fuck me harder then?"

Madara was clearly provoked by this. He now grabbed Kakashi's hip, clawed mercilessly into the flesh and slammed their pelvises together so loudly that this noise alone should be enough to show every passer-by down on the street exactly what was going on here. Kakashi's agonizing moans and whimpers should see the light even for the last pensioner with hearing impairment. His fingernails scratched over the wood, desperately looking for support, a lonely tear slipped from the corner of his eye and his abdomen was completely on fire. With this pain, he regretted a little to have tickled Madara's ego so much, but on the other hand, he also enjoyed the satisfaction of being allowed to play this wanker up, because there was nothing he could do about it. It was clear to him that none of them would back down, and so at least he had a tip where he could dump his aggression.

Only his ass was not happy about it. He was stretched around this club, brutally penetrated, honestly Kakashi wouldn't have been surprised if he was bleeding again, but soon this anal torture came to an end. Madara thrust hard a few times, eliciting two or three throaty sounds from Kakashi, and finally stopped with a soft moan. This time, Kakashi clearly felt heat spreading in his rectum and suddenly wondered what his next shit would look like with all the sperm and blood.

Kakashi opened the eyes he had squinted in agony and looked at Madara, who stared back at him with a strange expression. Somehow there was something greedy and at the same time pissed off in it. "What?" Kakashi asked breathlessly, lifting his upper body and letting his legs sink onto the tabletop, causing his pelvis to slide back a bit and seeming to remind Madara that he was still inside him. He withdrew without taking his eyes off Kakashi's. The latter now put on a defiant face. "What's the matter?"

"You surprise me, Kakashi Hatake."

"In what way?"

Madara didn't say any more. He closed his pants and looked at Kakashi's crotch. "I hope you don't have anything planned for the next hour."

"Pf, what, do you want another round?" Kakashi replied snippily.

"No, but documents without sperm."

Kakashi slid off the table onto his trembling legs and looked at the small pile of papers on which his sweaty ass cheeks had left two wavy circles. Exactly where the circles met, a stain of cum and – as expected – some red threads spread.

"You will transfer the documents cleanly," Madara demanded and handed Kakashi a few blank forms from a cupboard. "And write legibly."

A little ashamed, but mainly massively angry, Kakashi snatched the notes out of his hand, got dressed again and squatted cross-legged on the couch. While Madara went on with whatever, he copied the details from the dirty sheets into the empty ones, his bile driving up his throat. He could only decipher Madara's griffonage with difficulty – and he was supposed to write legibly?! This bastard was hard to beat when it came to double standards.

There was a knock and Madara, lighting a cigarette, said, "Come in."

Kakashi looked up to at least take a quick glance at Madara's appointment. The man who stepped over the threshold, closed the door behind him and blinked at Kakashi in amazement, was a little shorter than Madara and with his long, brown ponytail, with a loose strand of hair waving pertly at chin level, the dark skin, the broad, slightly downward curved bridge of his nose and the short forehead reminded him of an Indian brown dun in a blue suit. He seemed obviously confused by the fact that Kakashi or anyone at all was present, but he quickly played down his initial surprise, approached Kakashi with his hand outstretched and introduced himself with a broad grin as Hashirama Senju.

So that was the head of Meelam, a large bank in the UK, where Sakumo also had his account. Kakashi had never met him, only knew that he had a very good reputation for a rich banker. And Kakashi understood this right away. Hashirama didn't seem like the typical snob, but friendly, courteous, helpful and trustworthy, as if Grandma Gertrud from next door could waddle into the bank with her jam jar full of collected coppers and Hashirama would personally make sure that every single penny landed safely in her savings. The guy was probably the walking definition of a philanthropist. However, the fact that he had something to do with Madara didn't quite fit into the image he embodied. Therefore, Kakashi merely replied his first name, wanted to avoid making a connection with his father at all costs, and squeezed Hashirama's hand only briefly.

Hashirama still gave Kakashi a nervous twitch of his arched eyebrows, but since Kakashi turned his attention back to his neatest handwriting and Madara began to talk, he didn't care about the young man's presence. "Hashirama," Madara said without greeting. "You know why I ordered you here, don't you?"

"Yes," Hashirama sighed. "And I'm so sorry, Madara. There was a mistake. The deposit and verification overlapped, so it looked as if the demanded sum was not covered. This will not happen again in the future. I have left an instruction with my staff that all matters relating to your accounts will go through me only."

Kakashi would have liked to continue listening to learn more about the relationship between the two men, why they called each other by their first names, why they had a seemingly familiar relationship, why the air still crackled with tension, but his attention was drawn to the second stained sheet, on which was written a familiar name: Minato Namikaze. His former favourite teacher had borrowed ten thousand pounds from Madara Uchiha a year ago and the repayment deadline was getting closer and closer. A queasy feeling spread through Kakashi's stomach, which certainly had nothing to do with the deep penetration. He had the urge to simply call the number in the contact details and warn Minato about Madara, to remind him of his debts so that he would have them together in time, but something was holding him back. Was it triumph? A feeling of revenge that Minato had to suffer because he hadn't wanted to help Kakashi? He couldn't really classify it, but he ignored it. Minato was a grown man, he had to know who he was getting himself into. It wasn't Kakashi's responsibility to take care of everything. The fact that he was sitting here at all was more than enough.

After a quarter of an hour, Kakashi had transferred all the sheets, crumpled up the dirty ones and threw them into the waste basket. Madara and Hashirama were still engrossed in their conversation and after the few scraps Kakashi had overheard, it was probably about large amounts of money and some customers and something else that really didn't interest him. He threw the papers on Madara's desk and was about to get away when Madara actually paid attention to him again. "Kakashi, tomorrow at the same time."

It wasn't a question that needed an answer or even approval, so Kakashi turned away without a word and left the office. On the one hand, it was good that Madara wanted to fuck him so often, because it made him get over it faster, but honestly, he feared that he wouldn't be able to get through this torture every day. Yes, it had been much less painful today than before, but his rosette still hurt immensely as he plopped down into the driver's seat of his Beetle. He had already dispatched four thousand pounds, and for the rest he had to think of something. Maybe he should really stretch beforehand, then at least he wouldn't tear open all the time. But who did he know who knew about anal sex? Well, no one. Something like that was a taboo topic even among heterosexuals. And he didn't know any poofs except Madara, let alone that he wanted to have anything to do with them. But he could think of a place where he could get information.

Kakashi drove purposefully to the City Centre. Earlier, he had noticed this one shop hidden in a side alley with an unlit neon sign proclaiming indecency. He had never entered such a shop before. It was also rather notorious among boys, after all, you could mainly buy dildos and stuff like that – simply things that boys didn't need.

Although he was now sexually active and certainly no one would judge him, he was restless when he pulled open the door and the smell of latex immediately hit him. Behind the checkout counter hung a young guy with a sunken face and a receding hairline. "Hey," he nodded to Kakashi, who started slightly, resisting the urge to just leave. "Hey.." he muttered nervously, scratched his neck and scuffed to the counter, studiously ignoring all the sex toys on display. "Uh.. I'm looking for something for my girlfriend."

"Aye, an' wha' exactly?" the man asked kindly. "Uh sheek kawstyoom? Uh vibrator? Summfing 'arder?"

"Uh.." Kakashi said and almost broke out in a sweat. Behind the cashier, a wide shelf was mounted on the wall, on which dildos of all sizes and colours stood. Some of them even gave him hang-ups. "Well, we want to try something."

The man tilted his head impatiently. "Yeah? An' wha'?"

"Anal," Kakashi uttered choppy. In the shelf under the dildos were packages with pictures of real, erect penises with strange plastic rings around their roots.

"Anal, yeah ok," said the man and supported himself on the counter. "Tha' requires a bit of preparation. Do ya just wanna to find out abou' i'?"

The right side of the shelf was even worse. Men in leather harnesses, men with gags in their mouths, men with some devices on their boners, whips, handcuffs, it was all screaming of sex and pain. Kakashi focused his gaze convulsively on a burn mark next to the cash register. "I.. um.. Well, my cock isn't exactly small and I don't want to hurt her."

"Mh," the salesman said. "Then ya should stretch 'er first. Normally fingers are enough for this, or are we talkin' abou' more thickness 'ere?"

Embarrassed, Kakashi pointed to a dildo that was about Madara's size before he tried again to count the scratches in the wood of the counter.

"Oha.. Yeah, ok. Then ya girly needs a little more preparation." The man's scrawny body pushed out of Kakashi's field of vision. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to prevent himself from looking at the now completely visible wall of the many utensils. Only when a soft rustling and a clinking sounded did he open them again. The salesman had put two things on the counter – a bottle of lubricant and a bag with a teardrop-shaped something in it. "It's called an anal plug," he explained. "Pu' a li'le lube on i', carefully push i' in her ass an' leave i' there, then everyfing stretches nicely an' she won' 'ave any problems lettin' you in."

With trembling fingers, Kakashi picked up the bag and weighed it. This "plug" was quite heavy. "Uh, how do you get it out again?" he asked timidly.

"You don' pu' everyfing in," the man replied. "Only the fron' fing. An' when ya wan' to get i' ou', jus' pull on the end." He grinned broadly. "Or do ya prefer summfing tha's also nice to look at? We 'ave some wiv stones an' pictures an' such. Then you'll 'ave a nice view if ya take 'er doggy and i's still in 'er."

"No, everything's fine," Kakashi immediately fended off and rummaged in his trouser pocket for a few notes. This simple thing was expensive enough. And all this for this fucking Madara Uchiha. He could puke. "Thank you."

"No problem. 'Ave fun, you two," the guy winked and Kakashi hurriedly left the sex shop. He had to get away from the sight of all these naked men, they were driving him crazy.