Punctually at half past seven the next morning, Kakashi slipped into his Chucks. Before he left, however, he knocked timidly on the door of Sakumo's bedroom. The Maitos' TV, which Kakashi had dragged through half the flat yesterday, flickered into the dark room, Sakumo sat sunk into the pillows and slept soundly. An hour ago, Kakashi had injected him with the morning dose of morphine, just like last night completely wordlessly.

Kakashi had hopefully told his father at dinner that he had quit VoS and found a much better job, was careful not to mention who his new employer was. He felt that the topic of "Madara Uchiha" lurked too close to the sizzling tension between them and it would be better not to bring up that name again. Maybe Sakumo's dislike for him subsided and they could forget what Kakashi was doing to pay off the debt. But even though he had circumvented the identity of his employer, Sakumo had responded with nothing but silence. All Kakashi had heard from his father's mouth since noon yesterday had been "Shut up" when, after his announcement, he had tried casual conversation about the vandalism in the Crescents, which had been increasing every day since the demolition was announced. No "good night" or anything else. Well, Kakashi thought to himself as he quietly closed the door again and left the flat, he wouldn't have expected a dance of joy on the part of Sakumo either, but couldn't they at least deal with each other normally again, like father and son, like before? At least pretend that they are still a family?

This negativity only unnecessarily affected his mood. A little grouchy, he climbed the steps to Akatsuki's office shortly after seven. It was quiet as always, even Konan's place was empty. Before he could decide whether he should just go to Madara, that very door opened and Madara came out, ignorant as ever, a sheet of papers busily in front of his nose. He raised his eyes briefly, paying no further attention to Kakashi, but went to a fax machine in the corner next to Konan's desk, typed in a number and sent the documents. "Come," he said gruffly, as soon as a beep had announced the success of the task.

Kakashi followed him into his office, closed the door, and felt strangely lost. Normally, when he was here, he would undress directly and heat up Madara so he could fuck him, but today?

Madara sat down in his chair, sorted the papers into the chaos on his desk according to his own opaque system, and dug out a few sheets from a pile and threw them on top of the pile. "Sign that."

Kakashi leisurely came to the desk, picked up the document and read it standing up. It was a normal employment contract with regulated times – seven to half past two, legal break of thirty minutes freely plannable – fixed hourly wage of ten pounds with weekly cash payment, everything initially only limited to three months, without hidden clauses, no required practices that had anything to do with sex.. Just as Kakashi knew it, only the salary was higher than expected. "Um.. Sir?"

"What?" Madara snapped, looking up from a completely different sheet of paper, the contents of which he had been engrossed in. "What does the Lord have to complain about again? Is the wage too low for you? Are the times too unpleasant for you?"

Smiling, Kakashi shook his head. Sometimes this almost forty-year-old behaved like a stubborn toddler, it was hilarious. "No, sir, that's all right. I just wanted to ask if my break will be used by you or if I have this time to REALLY take a break. You know, eat and all that."

"The contracts are unrelated," Madara replied with slightly narrowed eyes.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"No, I won't use your breaks. I can't always follow your plans and since I can't prescribe your break times, you are fully entitled to them."

"And does that mean that you will only fuck me outside of working hours, since the contracts have no connection? Or will the sex DURING my working hours then be remunerated twice, so to speak?"

Madara pursed his lips. "Since you really want to be my official employee, we will no longer hold your completion in the office."

"Ah yes, because of employee protection and such, right? Yeah, I've heard about that too." Kakashi sneered at all the hatred Madara had for him and signed the contract. "Good, that would settle everything. What shall I do?"

At first, Madara remained silent, stowed the contract in a folder, picked up the sheet again, which contained whatever important information, and said after a miserably long pause, "Bring drinks to the meeting room, the meeting will start in a quarter of an hour."

"For whom?"

"For my employees," Madara replied without looking up again.

"And what do they drink?"

"I'm not here to hold your hand, Kakashi."

"Oh no? It looked very different yesterday when you led me so politely into your house."

With that, he at least elicited a brief eyelift from Madara. "If you continue to be so cheeky, I'll let you work naked."

"That's against the law, sir," Kakashi teased courageously.

Madara stopped answering, lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. "Tick-tock, boy."

Kakashi rolled his eyes to the yellowed ceiling and left the office, but still heard Madara's raspy voice growl behind him, "Next time you're going to get punched for your big mouth." He turned around one last time, waited for Madara to look up, and grudgingly replied, "When I'm with you, you can do whatever you want with me, but within my working hours you won't touch me, got it?" Without hoping for any objections, he slammed the door behind him and took a deep breath.

"Marital crisis?" it came jokingly from the side. Konan was unpacking a water bottle and a thick fashion magazine.

Sighing, Kakashi ran his fingers through his hair and scuffed to her desk. "Everything as usual."

Konan snorted, sat down and booted up her PC. "I heard you're really working for him now."

"The topic is making the circuit, huh?" Kakashi replied shrewdly. "Tell me.. I'm supposed to provide drinks for everyone for a meeting, do you happen to know who prefers what?"

Konan gave him a frosty look and crossed her arms under her bust, which was no longer emphasized quite so well in her usual black T-shirt. "Why are you asking me that? Because I'm a woman?"

"No, because you're nice," Kakashi slied, though that wasn't even a big lie. Of all the people he had met at Akatsuki, he liked her the most – regardless of the fact that she had great boobs. "I just don't want to fuck everything up on the first day, you know? I thought maybe you could give me tips if someone here doesn't like coffee or which type of tea causes constipation."

A shallow smile stole onto Konan's pierced lips. She smoothed her slanted, dark blue bangs and leaned towards a drawer, from which she pulled a bright yellow piece of paper. "Here, because you asked so nicely." She held out the note to him, but before Kakashi could reach for it, she flicked it back again. "And a well-intentioned advice from me: Grow a thick skin if you want to survive here."

"How do you know how thin it is?"

"It's always too thin," Konan warned subduedly, finally letting Kakashi pull the piece of paper out of her fingers and ignoring the big question marks on his face. Since she wouldn't tell him more anyway, he studied the short list.

\\ Pain: black sweetener

Zetsu: green

Kisame: black

Itachi: m

Kakuzu: NO CAFFEINE

Hidan: apple spritzer

Sasori: only M

Deidara: blackt. /

Kakashi could work with that. He murmured a "thank you" to Konan, got no answer and looked for a kitchen where he could start making coffee and tea. It was difficult to find his way around the cupboards, but Kakashi managed to fill eight glasses and cups with appropriate drinks until shortly before half-past. On a large tray, he transported the dishes to the next room, which was fortunately marked "meeting room", and placed them on a low filing cabinet on the side of the wall. A polygonal table took up most of the thin felt carpet, comfortable-looking upholstered chairs stood around it, the backrests accurately at the edge of the desk, everything bathed in the cold neon tube light, as the windows faced north and the early sun therefore hardly made it into the corners.

Kakashi folded his hands behind his back and waited for the first employees to arrive, which happened less than two minutes later. It were Gel-head and Senior, of all people, who came in quietly talking. Gel-head noticed Kakashi, paused and grinned broadly. "Twatty! Well, I wouldn't have expected you here. What brings your cock-sucking ass here? And to whom shall I send the flowers for your pretty face? Someone has done a great job. Did it hurt, heh? Did you cry because of it?"

Raging inwardly, Kakashi took the glass with the apple spritzer from the tray. "Your drink, sir."

Gel-head gave the amber-coloured fizz a cunning smirk. "Have you mutated into a butler now, twatty? Fuck, how depressing must that be? I'd rather cut my wrists before I go down to such a niveau."

"You and niveau? That's just a cream for you. Now move your ass out the door, you wanker!" the voice of Blondie hissed behind him and Gel-head was rudely pushed further into the room. "You're holding up all the traffic, mh."

After Blondie, Dolly crept in, followed by Titan, Locke, Cactus and Gas Angel. Kakashi had never picked up the names of the latter, but after the elimination procedure it had to be Pain and Zetsu, and very roughly speculated, Kakashi put the green tea in front of Cactus and Gas Angel got the black coffee with three drops of sweetener. Neither of them complained, the rest seemed satisfied too, so Kakashi grinned inwardly and had to suppress the urge to pat himself on the back.

Finally, Madara came in, took a seat at the head of the group right in the middle of the empty chair and slapped a stack of documents on the table. Kakashi remembered that he hadn't prepared anything for him, crept around the staff and asked quietly, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Madara waved his hand disparagingly. "Don't annoy me. So. The week started well yesterday, but the summer holidays hit us with a full broadside. Many deadlines are pending, I will have to demand overtime from you."

Kakashi returned to the kitchen, poured pure coffee into another cup, seasoned the gnat's piss with a good load of spit, stirred it in and brought the cup to Madara, who picked it up without comment and drank from it. It was only a small hint of rebellion, but it tasted fabulous.

In a lengthy monologue, Madara explained the current situation, distributed several cases to the teams of two and discussed the details with everyone. Bored, Kakashi loitered around in the corner, listened to the procedure, picked up a name here and there that he had heard before, even high-ranking politicians were among them – when it came to money, they all seemed to come to this poof. Whatever you might think of Madara, you had to give him one thing: he seemed to have a good reputation. And that as a loan shark, amazing.

In between, Konan came in, informed her boss about a caller, whom Madara rudely deferred to "later". The meeting lasted miserably long, in which Kakashi had nothing better to do than bring a new apple spritzer to the arrogantly snapping Gel-head and otherwise only lean against the filing cabinet with his hands in his trouser pockets, alternately bobbing on one edge of his foot, then on the other.

The brimming apple spritzer jar still in its place, which fucked off Kakashi really hard, Gel-head and Senior already set off after Madara's sign, Cactus and Gas Angel disappeared after them, then Blondie and Dolly got their last information and finally Titan and Locke left the room. As soon as the angular giant had disappeared into the doorway, Konan slipped through. "Madara, it's still that caller, he's gradually getting angry."

Madara groaned. "Yes, I'll come right away."

"I've already told him, line two. He says it's urgent." She was chased away with a curt nod, but did not leave again. Instead, she came to Kakashi, who began to grin at the gentle smile on her lips. "What's up?" he asked amused.

"Mh, I just notice that there wasn't any porcelain thrown here, so I guess you did everything right."

"Only thanks to you and a bit of brains," Kakashi replied in a slightly purring tone. "But why do I get the feeling that you didn't think I could do that?"

"I indeed didn't. Apparently, there is more to the drunkard from Hulme than you can see at first glance."

Kakashi laughed. "I only made coffee and not reinvented the telephone. It wasn't that difficult. Well.." he added with a sly smile, his voice became smokier, ".. without your help I would have gone down. So, thank you again for your kindness, I like to show my appreciation."

Konan's smirk clearly became more suggestive. "Do you like nice women?"

"Yes," Kakashi replied, knowing exactly where this conversation was going, "but sometimes she can be naughty with me."

"Why, do you deserve to be naughty with you?" she murmured as she got closer and closer to him. "Have you been naughty?"

"We've already found out that I can't behave, and someone has to teach me manners. Could still be you if you wanted to." Their faces were very close, so Kakashi could smell the peppermint gum on her breath. He bit his lower lip very briefly, making it more than clear what level they were at the moment.

"Konan," it scratched behind her blue bob. Konan sighed inaudibly to Madara, rolled her eyes slightly and turned around. "Yes, Madara?"

"Tell the caller I'll be right there."

"I'll do it." Konan threw Kakashi a hint of a wink and disappeared towards her desk. Kakashi looked after her for a moment, but as a scent of Smarties pressed into his nose and broad shoulders cast shadows in the uncomfortable neon light, he looked up into Madara's face, distorted with anger. "What's the shit, hm?"

"What do you mean, sir?" Kakashi asked snippily. "I only talked to my colleague."

"You were flirting," Madara whispered with a deadly threat in his timbre.

"Is that forbidden in this office? That would be new to me, as long as it's consensual."

Madara dropped his papers, grabbed Kakashi by the jaw and pushed him a little to the left until his back hit the wall next to the filing cabinet. His hands fixed Kakashi's wrists, which he had automatically raised in defence, thundered them to the left and right of his head, leaned so close to his ear that his thigh pressed into Kakashi's crotch and their breastplates met. "I told you yesterday that you are mine, Kakashi Hatake. You're my bitch. You don't to flirt with others, be they women or men. Your ass and cock are mine, or have you forgotten that again, hm?"

Apparently, a short nod was enough to sell his own self-determination. He would have been better off not doing that. "Let me go," Kakashi demanded, gritting his teeth.

But Madara didn't care, bit him so hard in the crook of his neck that Kakashi gasped in shock. His grip only tightened, gradually choking off the blood supply to his hands.

"You godfucking bastard, let me go!" Kakashi howled louder now, trying vainly to free himself. He had just become bloodily aware of how much stronger Madara was. He seemed to have no trouble keeping him in place, taking away his freedom of movement with the pressure of his hips and legs alone. When push came to shove, Kakashi knew, he had no chance against this man.

Madara took his teeth out of Kakashi's skin vibrating with fear, licked the marks with the tip of his tongue and whispered warningly, "Stop these games, Kakashi, otherwise you'll find me less friendly than I am now. You keep your cock in your pants as long as I say so."

"Will you let me go, or do you want to be charged with coercion?" Kakashi hissed, trying to sound just as dangerous. "You are not my owner, but my employer, and as such you have boundaries that you have just crossed very far. SIR. So, if you don't want to have a lawsuit on your ass, please take your wanky mitts from me and keep your distance."

Laughing softly, Madara brushed his nose up Kakashi's neck, kissed his ear and whispered, "At seven with me, then I will be the one to teach you manners." Finally, he moved away from Kakashi, who gasped involuntarily and rubbed his aching wrists, killing Madara with his eyes. "Now pick that up," the Uchiha ordered, pointing to the scattered sheets on the ground. "Then you clean the toilets. And thoroughly, I will check it."

Ten fucking pounds an hour. Was it worth it?

This time, the Audi was parked in the round driveway before Kakashi's arrival, and the light was on in the house. How much would it cost to just drive off the property and leave Bowdon behind? Too much.

Kakashi sighed, got out, scuffed up the steps and rang the bell after a last hesitation. There was no point in fleeing.

Madara opened him with a usual cigarette on his tooth. "So you can be on time, hm? I'm impressed."

Kakashi tensed his jaw to keep himself from insulting. It was still unclear what Madara meant by "teaching manners", and he didn't want to take it to the extreme in advance. Nevertheless, he could not resist a little potshot. "You are flawless, of course."

"That's right. Have you been drinking?"

"Could I satisfy you yesterday?" Kakashi replied snidely.

"Fair to middling."

Kakashi's molars scraped painfully together. He had to restrain himself at all costs, first check the situation before he could give free rein to his opinion. Since this morning, the Uchiha posed an undefined danger that he had yet to sniff out. And here he had no occupational safety that could serve as a buffer for him. "Do you want to fuck on the doormat, or can I come in?"

Madara laughed maliciously. "Never before has a boy begged for punishment so urgently."

"I'm not begging for it, I just want to get it over with."

"Well then, I'm not stopping you."

'Yes, by standing in the way you bollock mug,' Kakashi thought, walked past Madara into the hallway with a deliberate shoulder graze and stopped right in front of the stairs. Once again, he was amazed at the furnishings of Madara's house, which looked like something out of a magazine in the warm light of the floor lamps. This friendly interior really didn't fit at all with the devil in person, who spoke to him from behind. "Do you suffer from an early form of dementia? You know the way."

Rolling his eyes, Kakashi headed for the cellar door and descended into the porn bunker, Madara followed him. Without verbal instruction, he undressed and stood with his arms crossed far enough away from the fuck slide. He would no longer climb on the thing voluntarily. The sight of all the whips and dildos also unsettled him. "Do you want to gag me again? Beat me?"

This time, Madara kept his clothes on, which made Kakashi suspicious. "You keep begging," he cooed and walked over to the construct of ropes and straps dangling from the ceiling. "First of all, you should internalize what it means to be someone's property. Again, you don't fuck anyone without my permission. You don't kiss anyone without my permission. You don't look at anyone, flirt with anyone, don't respond to their attempts. Other people are pure objects for you that serve a purpose."

"So like me and your hunger for power?" Kakashi blurted out and he could have torn his tongue out. He didn't want to find out how far he could go with Madara before he showed his true colours, because he feared that he had already seen an outline of it in the office this morning – he wanted to avoid the full picture unfolding.

But Madara didn't seem to be offended by this, he smiled slightly. "That's right. Only unlike other people, I'm the one who kisses, touches and fucks you. Come here."

Reluctantly, Kakashi started moving and stopped just under a metre in front of Madara.

"Leg up."

With practiced movements, Madara strapped the increasingly nervous Kakashi into the belts, so that he hung in the air in a kneeling position with his legs spread and held on to the two ropes, trembling. It was almost as if he was sitting in a high swing, except that he was naked and would certainly not have fun.

Madara checked the caps one last time. "You have to learn these points, Kakashi, by force if necessary."

"How do you know that I am complying with it?" It was difficult to sound strong in his current situation. He was already noticing that his legs were starting to go numb, and his sense of balance couldn't cope with the fact that he didn't have a safe ground under his feet.

"Oh, believe me, I'll notice," Madara said, running his index finger from Kakashi's neck down over chest, stomach, groin and finally the shaft. "Hm," he snorted amusedly, "like a bell." He playfully fiddled with the glans and put his cool hand around Kakashi's genitals, which made him suck in air and sent eerie goosebumps down his neck. Madara gently kneaded sometimes the flaccid penis, sometimes the testicles, which fortunately didn't trigger anything in Kakashi, just an unpleasant pulling in the crotch, because his balls preferred cuddly warmth.

Madara was not deterred by this. He undid his belt, button and zipper, came closer and two soft cocks touched.

Disgusted, Kakashi grimaced at this hideously sweet perfume and leaned back a little so that he didn't inhale the black mane. With gossamer touches Madara ran his hands over his shoulders and upper arms, which he released from the ropes with a demanding pressure and crossed them in Kakashi's back, where he fixed them with a pair of ice-cold handcuffs that he conjured up from his back pocket. Kakashi began to shiver, as his entire weight was now on his already painfully bent legs.

"Are you afraid?" Madara whispered near his ear, leaned back slightly, looked deep into Kakashi's eyes and put his hands on his cheeks. Their hips were still pressed together, where a hardness was slowly growing on the part of the Uchiha. "I haven't done anything yet, have I?"

Kakashi didn't answer, just narrowed his eyes a little and tried to control his breathing and heartbeat. This strange calm made him panic more at the announced punishment than direct blows or insults would have done.

A smile crept into Madara's face. "Yes, that's how I like you best – defiantly. Pout, little boy, and make me horny with it." Without warning, he grabbed Kakashi by the back and ass and forced a kiss on him. The fingers of his left hand held Kakashi's upper body between his shoulder blades so that he couldn't avoid it, those of his right quickly found themselves in his crack, the middle finger massaging the stretched rosette. His lips moved greedily on Kakashi's, who held them tightly closed and pinched his face. His swelling erection now rubbed against Kakashi's disinterested member.

Kakashi exhaled panting, tried as hard as he could not get Madara's ashy saliva into his mouth, and formed fists in his back as if that would do anything, as if he could seriously defend himself against any of this.

Madara's tongue licked his lips, his now fully erect cock sporadically left a drop of pleasure on his scrotum and his middle finger slid in and out, curling and twisting inside him. Smacking softly, he finally moved away and Kakashi gasped for air. "Why do you dislike what I'm doing, hm?"

Kakashi looked at Madara puzzled. "Are you fucking serious..? I don't like it because I don't want to do it. The term 'consensual' may be a foreign word to you, but it means everything to me."

"Everything? Did you also ask this Rin Nohara if the sex with her was consensual?"

"Rin HAS slept with me voluntarily!" Kakashi emphasized vehemently. "She's just a deceitful cunt who messed up my reputation because of her own. I didn't rape her, I could never, I would never."

Smiling, Madara scratched his vertebrae. "Are you lying to me, Kakashi Hatake?"

"No," Kakashi said resolutely.

Madara only grumbled in response, gave him a small kiss and breathed against his lips, "If you lie to me, you will see me angry. Do you want that?"

"No," Kakashi repeated more quietly, choppier and a little reverent. No, a truly angry Madara was really not on his wish list.

"Then you should be honest with me."

"I am."

For baleful long seconds the two looked into each other's eyes, in the slate-grey there was determination, in the blood-red mistrust. Then Madara released his gaze, let out a sceptical "Hm", let go of Kakashi, pulled his finger out of his anus and moved away from him. The sudden loss of stabilization caused Kakashi's body to wobble and he balanced himself halfway again. The pain in his legs was slowly becoming unbearable.

Madara walked out of Kakashi's field of vision, there was a soft clinking, and a wide cuff wrapped around Kakashi's neck from behind. His knees trembled when he realized that it was a collar. Madara pulled it tight, so that Kakashi croaked muffled, and unexpectedly slapped the flat of his hand on his ass, which tensed abruptly. Madara spread his cheeks wide and seemingly without effort, a warm, hard object pushed itself into his hole. Another blow. "Who do you belong to?" his hoarse voice whispered in his ear.

This formulation reminded Kakashi of Rin, whom he had once asked exactly the same. He knew that Madara would not allow any other answer, even if it was not true. "To you, sir."

"That's right." With a strong jerk he was pulled back by the neck, the back of his head collided with a firm shoulder and at the same time Madara thrust his cock into his ass at full length. Kakashi gasped into his shallow breath and lost control of his balance for a moment, but Madara held him by the hip so that he wouldn't slip away from him. "You're mine, remember that next time your cock reaches out to Konan or anyone else."

The pressure on Kakashi's neck intensified, choking his breath, making stars dance on his closed eyelids – and flooding his crotch with arousal. It was exactly as he had feared. He just couldn't defend himself against it. Wrestling with the little oxygen in his lungs, quivering under Madara's merciless thrusts, his toes cramped, he tried to resist his own lust, but it was futile. Because his head was begging for deliverance, he couldn't create a clear thought, there was nothing but pure ecstasy. He rattled and whimpered, spat what hit him in his own face due to gravity, and felt this heat in his loins. "No.." He wanted to escape this feeling that he had never wanted to feel; not with Madara, not with his cock in his ass, not in this abominable environment. But he couldn't. "No..."

"No?" Madara gasped in the crook of his neck. "Is that already too much for you, huh?" The fingers on Kakashi's hip tightened greedily, the pressure on his throat became even more unbearable, even more awesome.

"Haaahhnhg no..."

"Admit it, you little bitch. You love being treated like that."

Of course, Kakashi loved it, at least this merciless choking, but he was never allowed to admit it in front of Madara. "Nghhggaa," he moaned, flapping his eyes open and saw the black ceiling above him. "I.. please..."

"What do you ask me for?" Madara thrust harder, their skin clapping loudly together. "How hard do you want to get fucked, hm? Tell me, Kakashi. How hard do you want me?"

'Harder', Kakashi's brain pleaded, "No.." his mouth whined. He lowered his eyelids again and tried to swallow but failed. He gasped loudly, drool ran down his cheek. "I.. suffo.. cate..."

"You do?"

"Yes..."

"And if I tell you that I want to fuck your corpse?"

An electric shock went through Kakashi's body. There it was again, the fear. It chased away his surging arousal, stopped the swelling of his member and opened his eyes wide. No matter what ever happened here in this basement, how close Madara drove him to the abyss, he should never forget that this man was a monster. A monster who abused him, who was not interested in his well-being as long as he was satisfied. He had to act, free himself from his clutches. "Please, sir.." Kakashi panted breathlessly in the truest sense of the word.

Finally, the collar loosened a bit again and Kakashi was able to take a rattling breath. His lungs ached, he could barely feel his legs, and yet he was thinking of nothing but a daring attempt to break free from the chains Madara had placed around him—and at the same time to cool his lustful body, which demanded more pain and cock. "Haah.. Sir... Please, answer me a question."

Madara grumbled moodily. "What's on your mind, my sweet little bitch?" He licked Kakashi over his jaw and ear, slowing his thrusts only minimally.

"Hargh.." Kakashi gritted his teeth for a moment, gathered all his strength in his vocal cords and asked, "Did your brother want to be fucked by you?"

Instantly, Madara stopped moving. "What?"

Kakashi was breathing heavily, rolling his head restlessly on Madara's shoulder. "Did your brother sleep with you voluntarily? Was it consensual?"

"Why do you want to know that?" Madara growled grimly and gave Kakashi a panicked shiver on his sweaty skin with his sound alone. "I just wonder how you can tell that it is NOT consensual."

At first, nothing happened, only Kakashi's quick gasps could be heard. Then Madara giggled darkly. "Do you want to be sure you didn't lie to me? Hm? Did you rape that girl after all?"

Kakashi wanted to give him what he wanted in order to finally have certainty. "I don't know, honestly. Therefore: How do you recognize it?"

Madara slowly resumed his thrusts, his fingernails digging into Kakashi's skin. "When they cry, defend themselves against you, plead, say 'no' - these are the clearest signals." He groaned briefly and greedily hammered his fingernails into Kakashi's flesh, as if the mere thought of such a scenario would make him horny. Kakashi felt a drop of something creep along his hip, making its way into his groin. "But there are also less open ones. With a man, it's clearly the lack of an erection."

"So, like with me?" Kakashi exclaimed, his heart stumbling at his own words.

Madara's fingers slid down to Kakashi's penis, pinching lightly. "You're not hard."

'Fortunately not anymore,' Kakashi thought.

"Would you see this as rape?"

Kakashi's breath caught for a moment.

"Hm?" The thrusts were very slow, almost tender, as if Madara wanted to tickle him into an answer. "Are you being raped by me, Kakashi Hatake? What does that do to you? Do you feel dirty because of it? Do you cry yourself to sleep at night? Hm..? Tell me how horny you are to let me fuck you, even though you don't want to," Madara growled maliciously. All of a sudden, he pushed Kakashi's upper body forward so that he instinctively screamed, grabbed his hip with a tight grip and thrust so hard and deep that Kakashi thought he could feel it in his stomach. A leather leash whipped into his face, now swinging back and forth under him. His bound arms rowed through the air and the muscles in his stomach tensed, but couldn't pull him back up. He hung there like a deformed bauble, gasping, panting, trying not to puke, and being fucked harder than ever before. For the first time, he felt pain in his anus again because of this brutal penetration, and he realized, despite being ashamed of himself, to admit it: Yes, Madara raped him. This was not the kind of sex he wanted.

Madara stopped, moaned unusually loudly, certainly ejaculated in him, but because of the burning heat in his rectum he didn't feel it. Kakashi, his eyes veiled, continued to see the leash swing just centimetres above the ground, saliva coming off his lips and missing the black leather only slightly. "Have you come to a decision?" Madara asked, slightly out of breath, but so arrogantly that Kakashi closed his eyes, allowing isolated tears to run down the bridge of his nose. "Hm?" Madara probed and slapped his ass invitingly. "Say it."

Kakashi couldn't think anymore. Every word would be harmful to him in one way or another. The truth would only flatter Madara's ego, he would not accept a lie. "It.. I'm sorry.. Sir..", Kakashi managed in agony.

"What?"

"I..." It was not possible, it was simply not possible. "Can you please let me down again?" There was a wailing in his voice that would have embarrassed him in a conscious moment.

Madara snorted dismissively, slid out of him and with a jingle the straps came loose. With one leg still in the slings, Kakashi crashed to the ground, couldn't catch himself because of the handcuffs and hit his head the concrete. He groaned, his leg, now also freed, landed hollowly on the other. He lay whimpering on his side, pain everywhere he had nerve endings, and would have liked to disappear into thin air. Madara may not have broken his body completely, with all the equipment in this room, worse could happen to him, but his mind lay in a thousand shards next to him. He had beaten a realization into his brain that he did not want to bear. He would never have thought it possible, because how could a man be raped in the first place? That did not correspond to his definition of this word. And yet.. If you put it in general terms, it was involuntary sexual intercourse. But wouldn't that mean that what happened in Obito's basement was also a...?

Black oxfords stepped in front of him, his handcuffs were removed, but Kakashi didn't move any further. "Have you internalized it?"

"What..?" No, it hadn't been rape. You needed a dick for something like that. Women could not rape men, that was physically impossible.

Madara made a disgruntled tone. "Your lesson. Have you learned manners? Or do I really have to grab the whip next time, hm? That's what we're here for, so that you understand to whom you are obliged."

"I... Yes.." It was better to see it that way, otherwise the shame of what happened to him would only be greater. That way it had just been stupid sex under the influence of drugs, just a bad trip, nothing more.

"Very good. Once again, I will not tolerate such behaviour as today in the office. Your loose mouth may sometimes be quite charming, but I won't let you fool me. I don't care how pitiful you whine about it, how miserably you beg, whether you poor pipsqueak feel raped or not—if you don't want your father dead, you should do as I say when I say it. Have I expressed myself clearly?"

Trembling, Kakashi sat up, avoided Madara's gaze and nodded once. "Yes, sir." That's right, whether he felt raped. If he didn't see it as such, he wasn't. Right?

"Good. Tomorrow you'll be here at the same time."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't tomorrow."

"Excuse me..?" Madara growled hatefully. "I just asked if I had expressed myself—"

"I know," Kakashi interrupted Madara's threatening tirade, "but I really can't tomorrow. This is not a personal matter that I want to provoke you about." With every word he spoke, he regained more and more strength, was now able to take off his collar and dared to look at Madara again. After all, this man was not his rapist, possibly someone else's, perhaps his brother's, but not his. He didn't have to be ashamed. "Tomorrow is an important day for me, I can't spend it in this basement. I won't come to work tomorrow either, I'll show up on Saturday to compensate."

"What is tomorrow?" Madara probed sullenly.

Kakashi staggered, but he struggled to get to his feet and stood swaying. "An important day."

"What?!" Madara hissed.

Without a word, Kakashi went to his clothes and began to get dressed again. "That's none of your business."

"It is. If you can't do your duty because of that, it's very much my business."

With closed pants, socks and shoes on his feet and the T-shirt in his hand, Kakashi turned around. "If you really care, sir, tomorrow is my late mother's birthday. I don't know how you feel about something like that, but it's important for my father and me. I'm sorry to have to say that, but more important than you."

That obviously hit Madara. "More important than me..?"

"Yes," Kakashi nodded with a racing pulse. He put on his shirt. "As I said, I'm sorry to put it that way, but that's the way it is."

"Then you'll come for the day after tomorrow."

"Agreed, sir. And.. Thank you." Kakashi felt it necessary to appease Madara in such a mild way. Otherwise, his rage awaited him, and he didn't want to find out what happened to him then. It was much more important now that he put his hopeful plan into action.