Title: Awakening
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Romance.
Rating: leading up to NC-17 but with lots of implications
Warnings: OOC, Original Character.



Awakening
Part I

Kakashi had a habit of waking up cold and alone, without loving arms embracing him to erase the years of pain that had quad-tripled during the last decade of his life, since the death of his team and master 12 years ago. He supposed he brought it on himself by insisting to his lovers that he only wanted a one-night stand and nothing more.

His bed mates usually agreed reluctantly to the arrangement and in no time, they were discarding clothes onto the floor and jumping into bed with him to have one of the best night's of their lives.

But by morning come, even the stranglers that promised a more full-filling relationship than what sex offered, they were gone and evidence of their arrival went with them. Except for the remnants of dried semen that clung to his sheets, along with their other bodily fluids.

Mocking him of his companionless status and rubbing it in his face, the truth. That he was the anonymity behind it and not his fleeting lovers that left him aching for something more perennial.

And so when Kakashi went about his life -- of his mudane duties, he always wondered in the back of his mind, if his former lovers ever thought of him or if they only gossiped to their friends that they were picked up by the famous copy ninja of Konoha village for a night of passion and kicks. Before allowing his existence to slip from their mind and be replaced by some other joe.

It mattered little if they did, since he never saw the same face twice. It was better that way. Besides, Kakashi was particular with the people he brought home to his bed. He even showed no problem in attracting the same sex to join him in his nocturne activities. He insisted really, by flaunting his good looks to potential keepers by peaking their interest further by his charming personality.

Kakashi supposed if he got down to it, he preferred his own gender more, considering the extra benefits he would receive from the experience. His male partners didn't even seem to mind whom was in control. As long as they got something in return for their services.

And Kakashi rewarded those individual's greatly.

After his partner and himself were done fondling each other, he got down to it. He had them bent in all angles. Screwing one hole then the other or at the same time, with a shadow clone of himself doing what he commanded. As his partner bucked, squirmed, and demanded for more stimulation with flexing hips and shaky hands, that clutched at his shoulders, Kakashi would then have them sweating and groaning. While he gave and took pleasure from his partner by turning the men he took, into a goo of pudding by his experienced touch and his amazing stamina. Bringing their begging bodies up and down onto his engrossed shaft, as they in return sedate him, with their pleasure soaked expressions.

At those moments, Kakashi gladly gave his bed partners want they wanted by timing their body responses. Whether it was quick and rough, or slow and tender or vice versa.

Afterwards, Kakashi would hold onto his partners, like his life depended on it, as they both went through the final cycle of their desire. Until they were spent, unmovable lumps underneath his bed covers.

But, it didn't always work out as Kakashi planned with his bed mates.

Once, he had tried delving deeper and harder into a woman that had asked him too --as was her request but when he had, she had passed out by the end from the pain and he had felt terribly guilty afterwards for not stopping sooner, when he saw her face scrunched up in poorly concealed agony.

Not wanting to repeat that, Kakashi stuck with his choice of men. Unless he seeked out for a softer skin and a night of lovemaking with a curvier figure.

It's like age.

Kakashi never thought it mattered much to him, when choosing a bed partner for the night, but it did.

Especially with a particular person, whom stood out and gave him a run for his money. Kakashi had later found out that very same man had been 15 years older than appearances had perceived, when they first met.

He had been 25 when they first met at the Village's Yearly Friend Conference Banquet. Civilian and Shinobi mingling and socializing together over a table of food and refreshments. Each year the event was ordered by the Hokage that shinobi and civilian got together to give the client and villager a chance to meet their village shinobi force team and ensure business and a sense of protection to the people.

He had been talking to a sweet young girl, whom turned 19 and was the daughter of a president of a company he had done a former job with, when the perfect man stepped into his view. The man fit one of the description he was looking for: tall, dark, and handsome.

Kakashi had excused himself from the girl and had introduced himself to the man. They knocked it off easily and to his surprise, they shared similar interest which delighted him, since so many didn't.

They went to bed that very night and had a great time together. Kakashi had told the man so, too.

The man had smiled at him and thought so as well, stroking his long fingers through his hair affectionately and asked him if they could do this another time. Kakashi's heart had skipped at the idea and he told him he'd think about it.

His partner, whispered "Ah" and stayed the entire night with him. Even through half the morning until he regretfully informed he had to leave. Before his partner did, he left a lingering kiss for him to remember him by.

Kakashi had touched his lips and gazed at the man's departing back until his apartment door closed. After that, he had showered and got ready to meet the Hokage. He had informed the elder village leader he needed to take a few days off and was given permission, without having to explain himself. Which Kakashi had been grateful towards.

Kakashi had then went information hunting on his own and found out that Tsukamu, the man he had slept with from the banquet, lived in the same village as him. Yet, he never seen him once in the village. Kakashi also found it odd that Tsumaku was a jounin like him and pondered why his lover made him believe otherwise by not informing him.

When he went to inquire about it, Tsukamu had laughed it off for checking up on him and said, it was because he forget and apologized.

Kakashi's heart had fluttered at the answer and he replied, "No problem." His cheeks pinkened and he was glad he wore his mask because it saved him from explaining why they colored. He then decided, for just this once, he would try dating the man and they did.

Their relationship started off smooth as butter and promised to be fulfilling for both parties involved.

Tsukamu explained to him that his time in the village was limited and suggested a way around it, so they'd both be pleased.

Kakashi agreed to it and was sad that Tsukamu would be leaving him for oversea duty in a few weeks. To make up, he visited Tsukamu during the day during his leave-time and they had a quickie, whether it was in the public bathrooms, storage room, or in the alleys.

At night, they went out every chance they got, when he himself wasn't called out for duty. They went to different restaurants that Tsukamu recommended and Kakashi ended up enjoying them profusely and told his lover so. Afterwards, they would arrive back at his place and Tsukamu would hold him in his arms.

But then one night, Tsukamu changed their plans and took him to a night club instead. It wasn't the type of club you would bring children or teens to. When they entered the building, it was pact with grating bodies and Tsukamu took him pass the mass-bodies and into a back room on a lower lever.

Inside the medium sized room, moonlight streamed into the glazed windows and illuminated it. The room consisted of a framed bed, a center rug, cushions, and a few chairs spread out on the floor. Although not the most luxurious place, considering where they were, it was still perfect to make out in.

Tsukamu then turned to him and asked, "Do you trust me?" and he hesitated but foolishly answered hai. Tsukamu at the time, seemed like the type of person he could open up to without worrying about being scorched, so Kakashi gave himself over to him without question. Pretty foolish, huh?

When Tsukamu received his confirmation, he guided him over to the bed and for once Kakashi permitted him to take the lead.

They kissed and Tsukamu undressed him slowly with his hand, while the other held his wrist from reaching for his body. Tsukamu unbuttoned his black silk shirt and then unzippered his leather pants. He took off each article of clothing from him, until he stood before him, naked and straining to stay put, while his back knees leaned against the edge of the bed.

Kakashi whimpered in need and Tsukamu took pity on him, taking him into his arms. Tsukamu then turned his back to the bed and sat down on the mattress. The bed creaked and he shakily seated himself on his lovers knees and wrapped his legs around Tsukamu's waist. He scooted forward and rubbed his shaft against Tsukamu's and Tsukamu had took both their shafts into his hand and squeezed them together. He had shuddered against him and thrust into his fist, coating the working hand with his cum and gasping as Tsukamu's shaft head bopped against his, splurting evidence that he was turned on too, by his display of submission to him.

After that, it was over.

Kakashi gave Tsukamu's his virginity up in a treaty of love to him and when Tsukamu saw it in his hooded eyes, he positioned them into the center of the bed and pushed him onto his back and held him adoringly like he was his exclusive property, which psyched him.

His heart had even beat joyfully when Tsukamu had told him that he loved him, back.

Then, while Tsukamu drew him closer to completion, a group of men in high-class business suits entered their room. He had started to object from the intrusion but Tsukamu held him tighter and whispered that he was sorry into his ear.

Before he could contemplate what Tsukamu meant, Kakashi came in an explosion of white streaks and slumped against Tsukamu's chest, exhausted. He was then picked up by Tsukamu and handed over to the group of men, a grim look on his otherwise expressionless face.

They leered in approval and undressed themselves of their suits and ties.

Kakashi had been too shock to rebel and they easily overpowered him. Counting up, there were seven of them, and one of him. More than he could handle in his given state. Maybe informing Tsukamu of his duty injury wasn't such a bright idea, after all or agreeing to come here and Kakashi tensed when he recognized a few faces that once served as Anbu before retiring and became full-fledge jounins.

Spent and utterly helpless to do more than object by mouth, Kakashi watched dazed and disconnected as he was grouped fucked by the men, while Tsukamu did nothing to stop them.

They took turns on him, 2 to 3 at a time until he couldn't stand anymore and his legs gave out from under him. A few of them, who had served under the Anbu like him, commented how weak he got and he gritted at their play talk and lashed out at them by a battle of tongues.

He was smacked across his face for his outburst and his head snapped to the side. His jaw throbbed and Kakashi had spit out some blood from his mouth into the guy's face, whom was responsible.

There was a silence and nothing happened. He was then hoisted up by an arm snaked around his torso and pinned against the wall by 2 of them as they snickered and put a hood over his head, limiting his air intake and using a belt to strap it tight around his neck.

Kakashi had gasped in anger by the insult and strained against the men, arms shaking and hands grappling to grab onto something.

He was punched in his groin by an intent fist and he seized resisting, doubling over in pain. There was a curt order to control themselves and Kakashi recognized the voice, his mismatched eyes widening underneath the hood.

It was Tsukamu, his lover.

Regardless of the order made by Tsukamu, his perpetrators took no pity on him and spread him open, shoving a dick at a time in him, until each did their rounds. They continued to plunge into him as his eyes teared up behind the hood and before he felt himself about to pass out, he jolt awake when he felt several fingers hook inside his ass hole and stretched it to it's limit.

Kakashi felt ill when a hand shoved something up his ass. It felt like large marbles tied to a string and he kicked at them with erupted force but they caught his leg and cut it with a razor blade down his thigh. It felt like the line ended, before the edge of his knee bend.

Kakashi forgot his attack and shuddered in agony. The men laughed at him and took his hands together and tied them over his head to show how little command he had. His mouth trembled under the hood and he listened meagerly as footsteps slowly approached him. Kakashi shivered when he heard his lover call to him and colored when his lover leaned down to his hands and knees, he supposed, to suck up the blood trailing down his thigh in an alluring streak.

There was a rustle and he supposed Tsukamu was on top of him, planting himself onto his shrunken penis and he felt through the hood's fabric, Tsukamu's kind smile. Tsukamu explained that this was an initiation he must go through for them to be together and removed the hood from his head.

Kakashi had stared at him for a long minute like he lost his mind and instead, Tsukamu concentrated on petting his disheveled silver locks lovingly like tonight hadn't transpired.

Regardless the disappointment and disettlement he felt, his dick reacted by the caress and swelled up inside Tsukamu, whom groaned above him. The beads in his ass got swallowed further inside him and Kakashi thrust his hips up to escape from the pain brought on by it.

Tsukamu held onto him, his fingernails digging into his waist and guaranteed that the worse was over. Still, Kakashi averted his face away, humiliated and listened blankly as Tsukamu got off by his demeaning position and his discomfiture of their environment.

This was not the type of relationship he was seeking. Kakashi wanted a monogamous relationship not an open one and he was completely turned off by the bliant lie of it. He was also disappointed in himself for how easily he had been fooled into thinking that's what they had.

When Tsukamu and his men were done with him, Kakashi turned from them. His ass was sore and it bled. Tsukamu had kneeled down, took the beads out and cleaned him up.

But he couldn't wipe away the dirtiness Kakashi felt. He pushed his lover away from him and Tsukamu ordered for his men to leave, quietly.

They did but after putting their clothes back on and tucking their satisfied packages away in their pants, congratulating Tsukamu for his catch.

The door had closed behind them and they were alone in the room.

Tsukamu had swept him off the floor and remarked that he looked dreaded.
Who was he to disagree and Kakashi nodded, his expression vacant. He bothered not to argue that it was because of his doing.

He talked on nervously and Kakashi pretended to listen, strewn over his lovers lap. Every molecule in his body hurt and his nakedness bothered him. Kakashi rationalized, he skipped over the violent reaction he should have had and settled with being placent. When he didn't hear the streams of syllables from running nervous lips, Kakashi understood absently that Tsukamu had grown silent again. This time, though, Tsukamu informed him that they'll meet tomorrow morning to straighten out this matter and ironically fled from the room and him.

As for him, he had stayed there, for a few hours, contemplating about tonight and left. Afterwards, when he got home and showered, he left a message on Tsukamu's answer machine that he never wanted to see him again, ever.

And Kakashi didn't.

From that horrid night, Kakashi changed his bedtime rules to make them more broader. He realized that age did matter and he never took anyone younger than 24 to his bed or over his own by five years.

Then, as time passed, and a year went bye, he met Asuma and Iruka.

To be continued,...

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