Kakashi climbed the stairs to Akatsuki's offices. He was still much too tired, the sex yesterday had drained him massively. In his mind, he scolded himself for allowing a man twenty years older to show more stamina in bed than he did. Possibly that it was only due to the very late breakfast and the energy-sapping confrontation with Gai yesterday, but that shouldn't really be an excuse. He was eighteen, damn it, he should be bursting with energy – and yet he had spent the last lap as a starfish, so to speak, and hadn't even hardened when Madara had sunk into him for the fourth time. That man really had record-breaking grit, Kakashi's ass could hardly keep up.

Accordingly, it pinched his anus today. Before he opened the door, he let his hips rotate once, hopefully to find an angle where the plug wouldn't chafe. His muscle ring would be happy to be allowed to close properly again, but since Madara never sent a memo before when he wanted to fuck Kakashi, Kakashi had to be prepared – infection prevention. Better a permanent feeling of pressure in the ass instead of fissures, at least that was the idea. Whether he could keep it up for long, he still had to discuss with his rectum.

As usual, he went straight into the kitchen and put on coffee. Through the doorless frame, he heard someone enter the hallway and pushed his head through. Konan seemed as indifferent as ever, although her now extremely sprawling make-up on her eyes barely covered the fresh violet. For a moment Kakashi wanted to go to her and talk to her conscience again, but a voice in the back of his head, which sounded suspiciously like Madara, whispered, "What's it to you?"

Yeah, right. If Konan was so stupid as to let Pain beat her up, it wasn't Kakashi's problem. Besides, he didn't want to be nice to her out of pity anymore. She was annoyed with him anyway and he didn't take advantage of getting on well with her. So, he ignored the secretary's arrival, went back to the usual drinks for the morning meeting, and didn't even look up when Konan entered the small kitchen. "Morning," she greeted and helped herself to the supply of small water bottles.

Kakashi silently poured apple spritzer into a glass.

With a hiss, Konan nudged him on the arm. "Hey, I said 'morning'!"

"Good for you," Kakashi replied coldly and prepared a few cups for coffee.

"What crawled up your ass this morning?!"

Kakashi just gave her a dull look. She let out a "Kse".

A cloud of Smarties announced Madara. "Good morning, Konan. Kakashi, when you have the drinks ready, you take care of sorting the paperwork in my office."

"Ohhh?", Kakashi said, "Is the chaos getting too much for you now, huh? I don't understand that at all."

"Save yourself this shit," he grumbled. "I urgently need Sarutobi's application, it's about one million. So, get to work right away and let me know when you find it."

"Aye-aye," Kakashi sighed, pouring milk into two cups. Well, at least he didn't have to scrub the joints with a toothbrush today.

Madara disappeared again. Konan leaned against the countertop and slid a little closer to Kakashi. "What did you do with him? Does he have a switch for humanity somewhere that I didn't know about? He has never said GOOD morning, I had no idea that something like that was in his vocabulary."

In Kakashi, impatience awoke. "Do you want anything from me? Should I perhaps hold your hair while painting your nails?"

Konan clicked her tongue. "Aha, that's how it is. I should contact van Helsing, my boss seems to be a vampire who has sucked the friendliness out of his fuckboy. Pisser."

Grumpily, Kakashi threw a middle finger at her as she left the kitchen. What kind of pussy cramp did that cow suffer from?! Just because he didn't crawl up her ass anymore, honestly. "Fuck her," Kakashi whispered to himself, brought the drinks into the meeting room and scuffled past Konan, who swiffed over her keyboard with a mini feather duster and didn't even look at him, to Madara. He had thrown the entire pile of paper that had previously covered the desk on the floor in front of the couch. In this office, it looked as if a document shredder had exploded. Kakashi puffed up his cheeks. Perhaps scrubbing the joints was the more pleasant task after all. "Any wishes as to how I should sort the stuff?" Kakashi asked unmotivated and sat down cross-legged in front of the sofa.

"No," Madara replied, studying a last, much smaller pile of papers.

"Awesome," Kakashi moaned, rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and got to work. In order to get a basic order in place at all, he formed several piles – applications, financial statements, deferral notices, reminders, receipts, bank records.. It was commendable that Madara apparently kept EVERYTHING and wrote it down, but that meant that Kakashi needed a whopping three hours to get an overview at all. With a growling stomach he signed off with Madara, who was only talking on the phone or moving files from A to B half the time, ate out today because he wasn't in the mood for Konan or the team of Senior and Gelkopf in the staffroom – the crazy wanker had already stared so greedily at Kakashi's collar and was probably just waiting for an opportunity, to mess him up for this – and then went to the fine sorting. Everything was layered chronologically, the bank records were additionally divided by account holder – Akatsuki Agency, Madara Uchiha and someone named Damian Chevalier, and the receipts with sums over ten grand came separately.

Kakashi leafed through the pile of applications, stood up and placed it on Madara's desk, on which umpteen papers were already flying around. "Here, no Sarutobi in it."

Madara took the pile, looked at the top applications himself as if he didn't want to or couldn't believe Kakashi, and let out a loud cry of frustration. "GODDAMN SHIT!" He pushed himself up, slammed his fist on the tabletop and panted heavily. "One fucking million..." he growled softly. His gaze met the other heaps. "I warn you, Kakashi, if it's still in there somewhere, I'll hurt you."

A spark of concern flashed through Kakashi's heart, but no, he was sure he had done everything right. "Trust me, Madara."

The red eyes assessed him scrutinizingly. "Come here." He straightened up and began to undo his belt.

Kakashi knew what was coming, and that was exactly why he stretched all the time. He circled the table and stood expectantly in front of Madara, who turned him around abruptly, pressed his upper body on the tabletop and pulled his jeans off his buttocks. Kakashi's rosette literally burned when the plug was replaced by the hard cock. He gasped in agony. He never thought he would reach a limit in anal sex, but here he was. The fifth penetration in under eighteen hours and the eleventh in two days – that was just too much. They had to cut back, but Kakashi understood why Madara wanted to fuck him, rather had to. And he wanted to be there for him, even if he was uncomfortable and the pleasure only swelled leisurely.

There was a knock. Kakashi's knees jerked away and Madara stopped his movements. "Who's there?" he asked aloud.

"It's me," said a very deep voice on the other side of the door.

Kakashi was about to push himself up and get dressed again, but Madara held him down with a firm grip and shouted, "Come in."

He.. wasn't serious! In panic, Kakashi saw the wood being pushed inwards and spotted the horse face of Hashirama Senju. The man, now in a burgundy suit with a bright yellow tie, frowned and let his warm, dark eyes wander from Kakashi's horrified expression to his exposed and slightly scratched back to his naked ass glued to Madara's hip. "Am I disturbing?"

"No," Madara replied and resumed the thrusts. "Close the door."

"With pleasure." The lock clicked softly. "I just wanted to talk to you for a moment."

"About what?" Madara asked, groaning and slapping Kakashi on the cheek.

Hashirama cleared his throat, stood up in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets and looked at Madara, apparently completely blocking out Kakashi's presence. "Your cousin has arranged for your accounts to be checked."

Madara's fingernails dug into Kakashi's sides, and the next thrusts became more violent. "And is there any danger?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

Everything in Kakashi was screaming. He was stuck somewhere between unavoidable arousal and shame, couldn't believe that the two men were talking so casually while he was being penetrated obscenely and moaning or whimpering again and again. He hid his head in his arms, never wanted to be looked at by Hashirama or anyone else again, and hoped that it would soon be over.

Hashirama's shoes dragged across the wooden floor for two steps and he said, "I felt it was my duty to inform you personally about this."

"Ks," Madara said, slowing down a bit.

"I also need a signature from you to donate ten to Damian. May I?" A zipper rattled and someone pulled Kakashi's skull up by the hair. With tears in his eyes, he saw in front of him an exposed and erect penis, frizzy pubic hair at the root, a slightly downwardly curved shaft and an intense smell of firewood. His mouth opened to gasp in fright and was immediately taken over by this strange member. He yelped suffocated, Hashirama moaned restrainedly, gently thrust himself into him and scratched the back of his head. "They could harm you."

"How attentive of you," Madara snarled.

"Yes, that's how I am." The grip on Kakashi's hair tightened. "Where did you get him from? I haven't had such a boring mouth for ages."

Madara slapped Kakashi in the side, who whined snotty and could feel a drop of spit running down his chin. "Hey, Kakashi, make an effort."

For a second, Kakashi's eyes opened a crack, he saw the bright white shirt in front of him glowing in the midday sun and pinched them shut again. A desperate whine dried up on the cock in his mouth and he rolled his tongue.

"Ahhhh, yes, that's at least a little better," Hashirama sighed and stroked Kakashi's hair to praise him for his commitment. "Are you bringing him to next week's gala?"

"I don't know yet," Madara said.

"He's pretty."

"I know."

"Have you photographed him yet?"

"Yes, yesterday."

"My goodness, Madara, where do you always find these boys? Are the gays of this city really so permissive and willing?"

"Sometimes you just have to be lucky in life," Madara murmured with an audible grin.

"If it wasn't for his dick, I would like to take him too. Haahh..." Kakashi had sucked hard. "That was unexpected.. hu.."

Madara giggled devilishly. "Yes, that's my Kakashi. Always good for a surprise." He gently patted Kakashi's pelvis. "My little perfect boy – willing, obedient, loyal, and enough cock to keep your hands off him." With that, he grabbed Kakashi's semi-stiff member so tightly that it hurt, and rubbed it vigorously. Kakashi moaned loudly, hollowed his back, pressed his lower jaw closer to Hashirama's testicles, and sought support on his pants.

"Hahh.. Can he swallow?" Hashirama asked out of breath, his hand had found its way back into Kakashi's hair, where it pulled roughly at the roots.

"You? Several times." Madara leaned forward, kissed Kakashi's blazing neck, and massaged his neck. "Kakashi.. Woe betide you if you bite."

That had been the signal. Madara quickened his thrusts, holding Kakashi's head in place so he couldn't instinctively flee, choked him in addition, Hashirama slammed himself quickly and deep into Kakashi's gurgling throat, and Kakashi somehow tried to withstand it all. Tears came from his eyes, snot from his nose and drool down his vibrating larynx. He clung helplessly to Hashirama's belt and prayed for deliverance.

And this came in the form of two ejaculations. One was injected into his intestines, the other into his oesophagus. The twitching phallus moved away from his throat and he took a deep breath, wanted to swallow the sperm at the same time, coughed, burped, choked and vomited. Sobbing, he spat out the bitter mixture of stomach acid and cum, didn't even care what he was soiling with it, until Madara jerked his head up so that the vertebrae in his neck crunched, and hissed, "Are you daft?! You'll pay for the cleaning!"

"It's all good, Madara," Hashirama fended off, but Madara roared, "Nothing is good! This little loser embarrasses me in front of you.."

Hashirama laughed. "Hey, maybe that's good for you. You are not infallible, Madara."

"I'm sorry..." Kakashi whispered into the discussion, without knowing the extent of the damage done.

Grumbling, Madara let go of him and so, after a dry cough, Kakashi was able to apologize directly to Hashirama, whose pants had a hand-sized, damp stain on the front. "I'm sorry, sir.. I.. pay for the cleaning..."

Hashirama's face was a little blurry, like everything else in this office, but Kakashi recognized the gentle smile anyway. "Don't worry about that, boy. Something like that happens sometimes. You're used to Madara's size, so I believe you can do it usually."

Kakashi looked briefly over his shoulder at Madara, who was smoking a cigarette. Embarrassed, he realized that he was the only one in the room still half-naked, hastily pulled up his pants again, pulled down his sweater and T-shirt and stared at the phone.

"So then, Madara," Hashirama sighed, as if they had just chatted about the current topics of the day, "a quick signature and I'm already gone again."

They didn't pay any attention to Kakashi, who took care to wipe his vomit off the floor and the edge of the desk without being asked. Normally, he could completely take in a cock like Madara's, at least for a few seconds. So why he hadn't manage Hashirama wondered him, after all, his was much shorter. Had it been the surprise? But no, Madara also liked to fuck his throat without warning. Maybe it had been because of the position, his stomach had been overstretched.

He dabbed his eyes with a fresh disposable cloth, blew his nose and took a deep breath, skilfully ignoring his racing heart. Madara has just handed Hashirama a sheet of paper. "The bank thanks," Hashirama grinned broadly and raised his hand. "Madara, until next time. Kakashi.. We'll definitely see each other more often in the future."

Kakashi twisted his mouth and was glad when Hashirama closed the door. There was silence for a minute. Madara sat on his swivel chair, read through something, smoked calmly, and Kakashi continued to stand in front of the desk, not knowing what to do with himself. He finally plucked up the courage and said, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

Madara did not give any reaction.

Kakashi nibbled his fingers nervously. "I'll train, I promise. That won't happen again."

"I hope so for you," Madara replied in an icy tone.

"Um.. Will.. Hashirama.. well.. Will that happen more often now?" Kakashi hummed and hawed and pressed his fingernails painfully into the back of his hand.

Madara raised his eyes for a moment. "Possibly. Hashirama is the only man I share with."

"Why?" Kakashi blurted out and bit his lower lip.

"Because Hashirama is not gay and I don't have to worry about him taking someone away from me," Madara explained angrily. "So, if you were hoping that you would become Hashirama's toy instead of mine, I have to disappoint you. He only enjoys my boys' mouthwork once in a while and you will never be alone with him."

"Okay.." Well, that wasn't really what Kakashi had hoped for, and certainly not formulated that way. Toy.. He still liked the term 'property' because it promised belonging, but 'toy' was simply degrading. But now was not the time to discuss such a thing. "Uh.. I'm off work now."

"Good for you."

"Yes.. I wanted to ask if we can eat at the fair tonight."

Finally, Madara took his eyes off the paper for a little longer. "At the fair?"

"Yes.." Kakashi was about to melt with nervousness. "It starts today, and I'd like to go there with you."

"You want to go to the fair with me."

"Yes," Kakashi nodded.

"You want to go to the fair with me."

What was so difficult to understand about that..? Kakashi nodded again, his forehead wrinkled in irritation.

The men looked at each other, Kakashi questioning, Madara sceptical, then Madara jerked his head and read on. "Fine by me."

A grin spread across Kakashi's face. "Really? Cool. Then later, yeah?"

The last few years he had strolled through the crowded passages with Gai and Kina and had reached point of nausea by eating, drinking and having fun in the roller coasters, but today Madara's mood dampened his carefree pleasure. Madara walked next to Kakashi as if he were Gargamel's son. The frown line deeper than ever, the hands musty in the trouser pockets and a look that signalled to every other visitor that it would be better to give him a wide berth. This dragged Kakashi's good mood down quite a bit, but he forced himself to block out the grumpy appearance at his side and enjoyed the colourful lights, the excited whirring of the rides and the delicious food that smiled at him from all directions.

He couldn't decide what he felt like eating today, so he just bought the next best thing as he walked. Chips, baked potatoes, cotton candy, mushrooms with garlic sauce, pizza, a candied apple – his digestion would thank him. With a bag of churros on his hand, he marvelled at a free-fall tower. He had never seen anything like that. The seats were lifted a good thirty metres into the air and sent into free fall after an indefinite time. That smelled like a thrill. Kakashi poked his elbow into Madara's arm and grinned at him scornfully. "Do you fancy one of these?"

The frown line resembled the Mariana Trench. "No. I'm attached to my life."

"Ah come ooon," Kakashi croaked, fished the last churro out of the paper bag and sucked the sugar from his fingers. "We're here to have fun, right? That's what fairs are for."

"Honestly, I don't know why I'm here," Madara grumbled and looked around.

"Yes, because you love me and wanted to do something good for me," Kakashi purred sarcastically, disposed of his garbage in the overflowing bucket and headed for a stand with crêpes. Madara trotted after him. "Are you ever full?"

"Nope," Kakashi replied and ordered a crêpe with chocolate and banana slices. "Don' you wan' fome?" he munched, grinning at Madara's disgusted facial expression, holding out the crêpe to him and pursing his lips while avoiding passers-by.

Madara rolled his eyes. "No, I have to pay attention to my figure. And maybe you should too. I find fat people unattractive."

Kakashi licked the corners of his mouth clean and said, "I'm not getting fat."

"Oh, no?" Madara snorted suspiciously.

"No, believe me. My metabolism likes me. If you let me into your training room, I could even get a six-pack in no time."

"No, I find six-packs unattractive."

Kakashi's eyes slid to Madara's stomach and back up into his face, his expression wordlessly clarifying his opinion.

"On others," Madara added, but in his defiant grumpiness he had gotten something like a smile on his lips. Did he seriously feel flattered?

"Mh," Kakashi said, chewing the last bite of mini pancake and throwing away that rubbish as well, "I see. So, you prefer your boys slim. Almost.. childish, hm?"

"Shut your fucking face," Madara threatened quietly.

"Okay," Kakashi laughed. He stood in front of him and forced him to stop. "Madara, tell me one thing you used to do at the fair when you still enjoyed life."

"Who says I don't enjoy life anymore?"

"Me. So? Did you like to ride the carousel? Did you like to test the beer stalls?"

"You just want to get drunk," Madara hissed mistrustful.

"Maybe a little, may I? Then later I'll be a very good boy," Kakashi flirted.

"No," Madara said stoically and started moving again. "Can't you even stand one week sober?! You have an alcohol problem, Kakashi, and I won't support that."

Kakashi moaned narkily and caught up with Madara, who had already covered a lot of distance with his long legs. "I don't have a problem with alcohol."

"Sure, you're just begging me for a drop at every opportunity."

"Bugger me eh.." Kakashi took a deep breath. "No alcohol, yeah, okay. But there still has to be something you want to do here."

"Yes, leaving this place again."

"Wanker. I don't mean that. Something that's funny. I love the fair and honestly? You're ruining it for me. I don't want to just walk around here and hope for a little sparkle in your eyes."

"You'll be able to see that later, when I tear your clothes off your body and my cock disappears in your face." Did Madara intend to arouse Kakashi in some way? It didn't work, rather Kakashi's neck hairs stood on end with disgust. He really needed a break from all the sex.

He kicked a large pebble over the gravel. "I think I'm going straight to bed. I'm no longer in the mood for something like that today."

Suddenly, Madara stopped on his own. Kakashi walked a few steps further, turned around and asked, "What?"

There was a sparkle in the red irises, but not one that promised enthusiasm. "You have to be in the mood when I demand it, alright?!"

Kakashi looked around angrily. "God, don't shout like that!" he snarled muffled and took the distance between them again. "Not everyone here needs to hear what we do."

"Why not? Are you ashamed of me?"

"I don't discuss something like that in public," Kakashi grumbled. "But for my sake. Let's go, you fuck me and then I'll go to bed. I'm tired."

"With your sugar consumption? Comes unexpectedly."

Now it was Kakashi who stared bitterly to the ground. He had imagined how he and Madara would come at least a little bit closer to the feeling of happiness he had always felt at the fair. But apparently it wasn't the fair itself that had been fun in the past, but rather the presence of certain people he didn't want to think about at the moment. Or at least someone who didn't think he was too good for a little verve. He should have gone alone, that certainly wouldn't have been quite so depressing.

Someone grabbed him by the arm. He looked up, had already prepared the best insults of his secondary school days, when he noticed Madara's nod towards a shooting gallery. "I used to do that."

Kakashi's right eyebrow twitched. "That? You already know that the shotguns are manipulated, right? You'll have better luck at the raffle booth."

Madara didn't reply, squeezed through the people to the booth and ordered ten shots.

"Eight hits for the main prize!" exclaimed the showman enthusiastically and handed Madara a magazine for the air rifle. He loaded the gun himself, supported himself with both elbows and aimed at the rotating metal discs on the back wall of the booth. Kakashi had to admit that he looked damn hot doing it, but he would never say that out loud.

The first shot hit nowhere.

"Nine more shots, the chances are getting smaller, ladies and gentlemen!"

Madara's jaw visibly tensed. Kakashi leaned against the shelf next to him, sneering. "Give it up, old man, your youth is over. Now comes the cataract."

"You mentioned that the shotguns are manipulated," Madara said quietly, not changing his position in any way.

"Yes..?" Kakashi asked and had no idea what he was alluding to.

Second shot – hit. Third shot – hit. Fourth shot – hit.

Kakashi's mouth opened involuntarily. He saw eight metal plates tipping, even those that turned quickly or only briefly appeared somewhere on an edge. The last lead ball was in the barrel, Madara turned his head slightly in Kakashi's direction, gave him a look that could be desire, anger or arrogance – or all at once – and pulled the trigger one last time, the ugly clown at the top fell backwards and the showman energetically rang a bell. "Ten shots, nine goals, we have a new champion shooter!"

Madara put the rifle aside and jerked his head condescendingly. "I'm going to show you later how over my youth is."

A tingling sensation spread through Kakashi's neck and his pleasure centre at the plug twitched. How much he hated that he thought Madara was cool, for real. A little sex would certainly be ok today. "Then show me, daddy."

As if on cue, a huge, fluffy teddy bear slid in front of Madara's face. The thing was hideous: as big as two medicine balls, its piss-white, long fur sporadically covered with colourful spots, as if someone had sprayed it with graffiti, but had a fainting spell in between, pink glitter on its nose and feet, and a frayed heart in its hands with "My Sweet Sugar Bear" embroidered on it.

Madara took the monstrosity with his fingertips. "What's that..?"

"The main prize, sir," beamed the showman.

"I would have won more if I had hit you," Madara replied and before the man could make sense of it, he had pressed the bear into Kakashi's hand and had started walking.

Clutching the gigantic stuffed animal, Kakashi hurried after him. "Crazy, why could you do that so well all of a sudden?"

"If you know in which direction the barrel is warped, it's easy," Madara explained blasély.

"So, you're not a natural talent after all," Kakashi joked, deliberately bumping his shins against the dangling feet of the teddy.

"Ks," he got as an answer.

"And what do you want to do with this brute now?" Kakashi held the teddy bear in front of him like a baby—an ugly, hairy, one-metre-tall baby.

"It goes in the trash."

"Whaat?! You won it honestly!"

"And? What am I supposed to do with it? It just takes up space."

"Why don't you put it in your bed, then you won't be so alone when I'm not there."

"Where should you be?!" Madara asked imperiously.

Kakashi blinked puzzled. "Uh.. in the guest room?"

Something like embarrassment flitted across Madara's face, but it quickly turned into the ever-present gruffness. "Maybe I should just give it to you, then I don't have to serve as your cuddly toy all the time."

"That would also be an idea," Kakashi said. "But don't worry, I don't consider this a romantic gesture. Or should I?" He teasingly swayed his shoulder against Madara's upper arm.

Madara didn't have time to answer, because they had just passed a stall with fruit punch when someone shouted, "Kashi!"

At the sound of that voice, Kakashi's heart skipped a beat. He could just turn halfway to the side when he sniffed out a flower meadow over all the sugar and fat in the air. The light reflections danced on the straight, brown hair and the large doe eyes glittered as they had always done. Rin was very pretty today, only a delicate crack in her lower lip destroyed her beauty.

Fortunately, Kakashi quickly realized that he was staring at her, and preferred to look elsewhere, where his eyes met Obito. He looked at Kakashi madly, then looked at Madara and every level of realization took place in his expression: from displeasure to confusion to surprise and finally spitefulness.

"Obito," Madara said tonelessly.

"Madara," Obito replied, barely able to hold back his grin.

Kakashi's neck burned with shame. He wanted to stroke it, remembered his fresh scars, hid his left arm deeper in the teddy's fur and clawed into it.

"Hey, Kashi, how are you?" asked Rin, who languished at him incessantly, just like weeks ago with this greed in the deep brown irises. Nothing had changed for this girl..

"I have to go," Kakashi said curtly and hastily wanted to piss off, but didn't get even three steps.

"Kakashi." Madara's tone promised a dominance that made him shudder. "Where do you want to go?"

"I have.. I have to go home."

"No. Come back."

Kakashi fervently hoped that the teddy was big enough to conceal his trembling. Slowly he turned around again and stood next to Madara, who crossed his arms and said neutrally, "Obito, what is your grandmother doing?"

"She's doing great," Obito replied with a smug grin. "She got her new hip and will soon be out of physiotherapy."

"Glad to hear. Convey my greetings to her."

"I will. And you, Kakashi?" This provocative lyre aroused Kakashi's nausea. "How come you're hanging out with my cousin, huh? Isn't he a bit too old for you?"

Why didn't the ground just open up?!

"Obito, you should know your family tree," Madara said more quietly and clearly rougher than before. "When you say 'cousin', it almost sounds like we're directly related, doesn't it? But if that were the case, we would have had a similar upbringing, and you would show more respect."

Obito snorted disparagingly. "Respect for you, you fucking necrophiliac? Dream on."

Kakashi heard Madara slowly taking a breath and could literally feel his muscle fibres being electrified. "So, Moe has a new hip, you say? Then she will soon be able to work in the garden again, hm? I wish her all the best and hope that she doesn't slip unfavourably or hurt herself with a rose thorn one day. It would be tragic if you lost your beloved grandmother as well as your parents."

"Are you threatening me right now..?" Obito asked horrified.

"Me? No. How do you figure? I only express concerns about my second-degree aunt's physical well-being. Is there any reason why you should be afraid of me?"

"Dude, touch my Nan and you're dead!"

Madara smiled slightly. "Now you're threatening me, Obito."

Obito's clenched fist twitched as if he was fighting with himself not to attack Madara. "You fucking shitdick.." His venomous gaze met Kakashi, who quickly turned his away. " You've found yourself the perfect little bitch. I always knew you were one of those."

"A what?!" Anger suddenly bubbled up in Kakashi and he couldn't stop himself. "A what am I, he?!"

"A shitdick, just like him." Obito nodded to Madara, but probably didn't want to look at him anymore and preferred to let off steam on Kakashi.

"I'm not a shitdick," Kakashi growled with bared teeth.

"Oh no?" laughed Obito. "Then why are you walking around with him? He's been sucking dicks since he was a child, EVERYONE knows that. Are you the hole or is he, he? Well, the way you look, you clearly are. Eh, and I hung out with you. And you kissed me, you freak! Did you get hard, eh?!"

"Is that true?", Rin now intervened. "Are you honestly gay, Kashi?!"

Kakashi had no idea where to look, decided on Rin's flat chest and indicated a shake of his head.

"Stop lying," Madara spoke up again. "You know I can't stand that."

"GODFUCK!" Kakashi roared, gave Madara a deadly look and continued to yell, "Shut up your fucking mouth! And you" – he turned to Rin – "what kind of problem do you have anyway?! I told you to stay away from me! So the next time you see me somewhere, swallow your fucking greeting like my cock and leave me alone, you dirty cunt!"

Obito took a step forward. "EY! Don't talk to my girlfriend like that!"

"Fuck your girlfriend!" Kakashi hissed, turned on his heel and stormed off. He knew he had to look pathetic to screech around like that in the middle of a busy fair, clutching a kitschy teddy bear and now fleeing like a diva. But he couldn't take it anymore. This whole situation was.. It was...

In the middle of a side path, where in the afternoon the children fished ducks and invested their pocket money in plastic toys, his knees gave way. He fell hard onto the gravel, curled up and choked his scream in the soft fur. A hand dug into the back of his T-shirt, pulled him to his feet and dragged him a little further between the stalls, where he was pushed against the back wall of a caravan away from the crowd and the noise. "Now pull yourself together!" Madara snapped and slapped him in the face.

Kakashi sobbed, bit his lower lip and squeaked brightly.

"Next time, just wait so you don't cry in public, fucking shit! You're making a complete fool of yourself."

"Fuck you," Kakashi drooled tonelessly. "Why did you do that?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you deny it.." In Kakashi's chest remorse glowed. He should have just left, then not everyone at Kensington would find out that he was a poof.

"Why should I do that? It is a fact that you like men. When will you finally understand that? When will it finally get into your little head?" Madara knocked him on the skull, Kakashi whimpered. "But.. they don't need to know that..."

Madara's jaw muscles twitched with restrained anger. "I told you that a life in chains is not something worth striving for. Do you want to hide away for the rest of your life, hm? Do you want to live a lie when it's exactly what you loathe in others? Wake up to your reality, Kakashi. You can't close yourself off from it forever."

"You don't know what it's like at all.."

"What what is like, hm? What it's like to be gay? What it's like to recognize the disgust in the faces of those you once considered important? Oh sure, I know that, even much better than you. Think for a moment about the time in which I grew up, and then tell me ONCE more that I don't know what it's like."

Kakashi humbly lowered his head. "I'm sorry.."

"Yes. You are not the only person on this planet who knows suffering. So don't be a cry-baby and face your pain, that's the only way you can defeat it." He pressed his fingers into Kakashi's cheeks and pushed his head back a little to kiss him. "Repeat after me, Kakashi: Fuck the people."

"Fuck the people.." Kakashi whispered against Madara's lips.

"They don't deserve you."

"They don't.. deserve.. me.."

"Only one thing is important," Madara whispered, a gossamer touch connecting them on a physical level.

"You..." And Kakashi took those lips, grew on them, lost himself in them.