Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ju-On ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Here's the next chappie. Answers to reviews are below, so go read if you have doubts.

A big thank you to b4k4-girl for helping me out and beta-reading this. She so totally rocks!

Enjoy!

JU-ON 4

Iruka remained lying on his back as Kakashi shifted above him and slowly settled on his side beside him. Kakashi was breathing hard, his hot and moist breath hitting Iruka's sweaty neck like a cool breeze. The thing Iruka liked the most after sex was that no matter how hot and sweaty you are, there was always that cool, calming atmosphere around you that seemed to be a side effect of a strong orgasm. And it was ALWAYS a strong orgasm, NEVER a weak one. Even the little hand jobs and blowjobs they exchanged ensured one hell of an orgasm. And it was also probably the reason why Kakashi refused to let him go.

It's all about the sex.

Whore.

"Look at me." Kakashi whispered. Iruka closed his eyes, shutting the view of his cracked ceiling. He didn't acknowledge Kakashi's request immediately and this was something Kakashi did not like. "I said look at me."

Slowly, Iruka shifted so he was lying on his side facing Kakashi. The sheets felt sticky around their thighs and stomach, but neither cared. It somehow added to the luscious warmth that surrounded them. It was ironic, or so Iruka thought. It was warm, yet cold and empty. It was not how two people who stuck together for quite sometime should feel. Or maybe he was just asking for too much.

Slut.

"What?" He said tiredly, his half lidded eyes staring in to mismatched ones. They were strange and freakish in a beautiful way. Iruka could get lost in the glows of Kakashi's dark colored eye and feel like he was looking at the universe via a telescope, or he could drown in his red eye, feeling like he was surrounded by millions of red petals or just bathing in exotic thick red wine.

But he still felt empty.

Prostitute.

"You've got cum on your face." Kakashi said. He lifted his thumb and ever so gently brushed it off his face. It was so gentle that it was almost sweet, but Iruka knew better. He brought the finger to Iruka's lips, gently parting the soft folds of flesh, while Iruka closed his eyes and resigned himself to what Kakashi wanted to see. He slid his tongue over the thumb and gave it a little suck; the cool, salty taste of semen tickling his taste buds. "Always willing. Always ready."

It took all of Iruka's willpower to hold back the tears behind his closed eyelids. "That's what you want, isn't it? For me to be completely ready and accessible anytime?"

"You know me too well." Kakashi said and gently rubbed Iruka's bottom lip with his finger. "But what do you want? I don't remember you feeling any sort of pleasure tonight? Are you feeling empty?"

"I'm tired. One orgasm is good enough for me." Iruka mumbled, attempting to turn the opposite side so that he could sleep, but Kakashi propped himself up on one shoulder, pressing his lips on Iruka's. "What now?" Iruka asked after Kakashi pulled away.

"I don't like having my partners not feel sated." Kakashi whispered, leaving open-mouthed kisses from Iruka's cheek to his chest. "I feel bad."

"Don't bother." Iruka grumbled. "Just go to sleep Kakashi."

"Cold, aren't we?" Kakashi ground out, eyes narrowing. Before Iruka could even say anything, a loud cry escaped his lips and he bucked. Kakashi had seized his limp manhood and given it a squeeze. A very hard and painful squeeze. "Well?"

"Let go." Iruka whispered and he scolded himself because he was begging. Kakashi's fingers loosened and they began to give his limp length strong yet gentle full strokes. Iruka gave out a whimper, feeling excitement course through his veins. Little moans and gasps for more escaped his lips, his eyebrows narrowing slightly as he bit his lower lip to stop the silly little words from escaping.

Kakashi leaned forward, hand still stroking Iruka and picking up some speed, and sank his teeth gently onto his lower lip. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you."

"Ah! Kakashi..." Iruka gasped out and fell on his back, head thrown back as Kakashi crawled under the sticky mass of blue and white sheets and wrapped his mouth around the now firm erection. Iruka gave out a long shuddering gasp, eyes widening as Kakashi began to suck hard.

Yet it still felt empty.

Empty pleasure.

Whore.

Iruka saw stars and heard Kakashi give a slight cough before a warm tongue began to lap at his inner thighs, slowly climbing to his stomach. Kakashi was once again on top of him, a dribble of white glossy liquid on his chin. Iruka leaned up and licked it off him before their lips met into another kiss. Kakashi slowly settled on his side of the bed, throwing an arm over his head. Iruka turned to his side, back to Kakashi and closed his eyes, breath slowly evening out. He felt Kakashi's fingers give his butt a light squeeze before lips kissed his shoulders and then there was silence, and light breathing coming from Kakashi's parted lips. Iruka merely shut his eyes, once again biting back the urge to cry, and fell asleep.

Slut.

Prostitute.

XXX

Iruka opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold black marble floor. He could see his reflection in the marble and he didn't look very good. He was pale and tired, his eyes slightly sunken in and his lips red and raw from the night's passion.

Empty passion.

Frowning, he slowly sat up, his naked form shivering from the cold radiating from the marble floors. When he lifted his head up, he came face to face with a high chair, several even steps leading to the velvet-cushioned seat. It was black like his surroundings, and he could hear a faint dripping noise in the distance.

Rain? Maybe. It began to rain just before he fell asleep.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the chair, and found a dark silhouette of a slim man leaning against it, legs crossed in front of him, arms resting on the armrests. Curious, he began to crawl up the steps, because he didn't trust himself to be able to walk on his own legs for a while. They were shaking and felt like jelly. When he was able to get a glance of the figure's face, instincts told him to move back and he ended up falling down the several marble steps, landing in an unceremonious heap on the black marble floor.

It couldn't be, he thought frantically. He's not real! He's just a figment of my imagination!

"Figment of your imagination, am I?" The voice drawled, a cold, spine tingling laugh echoing loudly around Iruka's naked form. He clamped his hands to his ears, trying to block the cold laugh.

You're not real. You're not real. You're not real!

"I'm real enough aren't I? Can't you see me? Can't you feel me?" The figure asked, and Iruka felt cold fingers touch his shoulders. A cry escaped his lips. "Afraid. Always afraid, and so angry."

"Don't touch me!" Iruka screamed. "You're a dream! You're nothing but a dream!"

"A dream?" The voice drawled as vinyl-clad legs crouched in front of him. Iruka caught sight of the firm and bare stomach muscles rippling as he bent. He could also see a pair of red manic eyes that were full or anger and malice. "Yes, I'm your dream." Iruka suddenly felt himself being pulled back as a snap echoed in the dark room. Thick, hot, burning strips of black leather surrounded his waist and torso, snaking around his arms and neck and squeezing. A cry escaped his lips from the hot pain he felt. "I'm your dream all right. And your anger. Your hate. Remember what you said?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Iruka choked out and gave another cry when the bonds around him tightened. He felt as if flames were whipping him.

"Oh you know what I'm talking about." Cold fingers glazed his chest and another firm squeeze blinded him with pain. He choked as he felt something dribble out of his lips. He wished he would go away and leave him alone. He wished he could just have a peaceful sleep. "Want me gone? Then kill him! Kill him like you vowed!"

"Go away!" Iruka begged, more warm scarlet liquid oozing out of his lips. "You're just a dream." He said weakly.

"Yes, I'm just a dream." The bonds tightened and Iruka coughed. "I'm also your nightmare." Iruka cried out again before choking once more, spitting out blood, tears running down his cheeks. Cold lips touched his ear, forming a crude and cruel manic smile. "I'm also you."

"No." Iruka whispered.

"Yes." The figure behind him tugged at the bonds' end around his hand. "I'm also your soon-to-be reality."

"No!" Iruka screamed, and then he could only feel pain.

XXX

"Wake up! Wake up Iruka, wake up!"

Iruka bolted up from the bed screaming, eyes wide. A hand came up to his neck where he felt the choking sensation and found nothing but sticky and hot skin. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and a pair of mismatched eyes staring at him. He turned to look at Kakashi, catching sight of the Sharingan eye. A whimper escaped his lips and he quickly turned away, suddenly feeling the choking sensation of fear gripping his throat.

He missed the look of hurt on Kakashi's face.

Prostitute.

Iruka shakily got out of bed, leaving the sticky sheets behind and padded for the bathroom. Kakashi did not follow him, but his eyes were still on his figure, even as the door closed. Iruka could almost feel his gaze boring through the wood of the closed bathroom door.

Whore.

Iruka brought a hand to his chest and suddenly began to cough. He could still feel those burning black straps around him, squeezing him. He was still light headed. Bringing a hand over his mouth while the other fumbled for the cold tap, he continued coughing.

Then he heard the dripping noise. Not the gushing sound of running water, but a loud echoing dripping noise.

Like my dream.

He looked down at the white sink and found scarlet drops slowly dripping down the hand covering his mouth. The drops were like drums in his ears and then everything was just quiet and all he could hear was those very drops. It stained the white porcelain a dizzying pink color as it mixed with water.

But it was not water.

He never really opened the tap.

He thought he did.

But he didn't.

Blood wasn't mixing with water.

His dripping blood was mixing with his dripping tears.

TBC

Just to answer a few reviews.

1) No, Iruka does not have cancer or acid reflex. Why he's getting sick will be explained later on in future chapters - or you'll just have to figure it out I guess! All part of the fun! Weeee!

2) The only Water references I took was that line "It's a common story…" because I thought it was fantastic. I don't think I nipped anything else, or if I did, must have been unconsciously. Like I said, that doujin was a MAJOR inspiration.

3) Demon thing - right! Read above dream sequence and if it's still not clear, I'll try to explain it at the end of the next chapter. Just fire away questions. However, I will not answer questions that will give away the plot. The only person who knows what I'm doing is my cousin and my beta-reader. Nya!

4) Shortness of chapter - Even I'm getting annoyed. I will extend the chapters gradually. I write on an average of 4 pages on MS WORD using font 12. It will slowly increase till it reaches an average of 7 or 8 pages a chapter. As long as I get more ideas, then it gets longer.

5) I am NOT making Kakashi evil. I'm making him detached. Come on, he does care! You'll see. ^__^

6) I have NEVER written a fic in this style before. This is like all sex and angst and it's something I've never dared to cross. This is the first time and so, if you're feeling queasy about all the implications of sex, then I suggest don't read because it's getting worst - I have typed till part 7 and well, just a warning.

I think I've tackled that. Any suggestions on how to make the fic darker are more than welcome! I treasure your ideas and input so if you have any, shoot!

Ja!