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The rain swirled around the cobblestones in a miniature tide to carry away the remains of the Uchiha’s latest meal. The rain soaks into the delicate silks of the Uchiha’s robes, making the finely tailored garments stick to their skin. It is 1am on a Friday night and four Uchihas are very, very drunk.
“Hey Shun.” The warlord Hayato slurs as he leans on the shoulder of another Uchiha and takes a swig from his sake bottle. “You should totally introduce me to that barmaid chick.”
The Uchiha referred to as “Shun” merely laughs.
“You don’t have a chance with a girl that hot. Go sleep off the sake you drunk.” Shuun replies.
“It’s not like you have a chance either.” Hayato mumbles dejectedly. “Way outta your league too.”
Kaze, who did not have anything to drink and honestly did not believe the girl in question was that attractive, wrinkles his nose at the smell of vomit and alcohol.
One of the other Uchiha’s, a woman named Mizumi, finishes throwing up and wipes her mouth with an exquisitely embroidered sleeve.
“Urk. Does anyone remember where my house is?” she asks blurrily. “I just wanna go stick my head in a bucket of ice till this ******** headache goes away.”
“Sure honey” the last member of the party, Kawa, says with considerably more clarity as he wraps his arms around his girlfriend and helps her to her feet.
“I’d hit that.” Hayato says nonchalantly, taking another swig of his sake. Kawa takes a shaky but aggressive step forwards.
“Stay away from my girlfriend you ******** pervert. I’m not in the mood to drag your sorry a** home after she pounds you into the pavement.”
“Hn. So tetchy.” Hayato says, waving one finger unsteadily then taking another swig of sake.
“Please try to be safe.” Kaze adds worriedly as the only sober one there.
“Ah no son-of-a-b***h is crazy enough to attack an Uchiha.” Mizumi says with a dismissive wave of her hand.”
Kaze looks at Kawa in an appeal.
“I’ll keep my sharingan ack-activated just in case.” Kawa says, noting Kaze’s concern and bringing his dojutsu to bear with seemingly little effort.
“Hey wait up guys.” Shun says, pulling away from Hayato. “I’m not dealing with this idiot this late.”
Hayato slips but is grabbed by Kaze before he faceplants into a puddle.
“Well what do you want me to do about it?” Kawa says with a long suffering look.
“Take this idiot of my hands?” Shun says, spreading his arms in a gesture of innocent pleading.
“And have to listen to him hit on Mizumi all night? No thanks moron.”
“I thought we were friends!” Shun says, not wanting to have to do the job again.
“H-Hayato!” Kaze says as the Uchiha leans on his shoulders for support.
At the same time the faces of the three Uchiha’s break out in identical evil grins.
“So Kaze if you could just take care of him for us? Thanks” Kawa says and turns to leave.
“Try not to let him get in trouble.” Mizumi says with a wide diabolic grin and the two disappear into the rain.
Kaze throws a desperate look at Shun as Hayato starts to throw up.
“Make sure he gets cleaned up and a decent place to rest.” Shun says and disappears. Even drunk the Uchiha’s ninja skills are still sharp.
“But-!” Kaze protests briefly then realises the others are already gone. He is alone in a dark alleyway in the cold rain. Hayato stops vomiting and wraps his arms around the Shinobi’s shoulders.
‘Not quite alone…’ Kaze thinks
“How could this possibly get worse?” Kaze mutters under his breath, trying to get Hayato in a position that isn’t crushing his shoulders.
Hayato blinks and looks up at the man holding him and refocuses.
“Hey you’re actually quite cute.”
‘And there it is.’
Kaze blinks in surprise. The warlord manages to change positions so his head is resting on Kaze’s shoulder. It’s a surprisingly subtle move for one who apparently can’t stand unaided.
“Hayato-San you are obviously delusional. I will take you to an inn or some other such place where you can sleep it off.” He says with a small note of panic in his voice. Even when drunk he knows he couldn’t possibly take on the Uchiha and win. Hayato’s response is to start nibbling on Kaze’s ear.
“But I’m not tired.” Hayato says seductively, moving himself closer to Kaze and gently pinning the other man to the alley wall. Hayato leans in closer to Kaze until his sake scented breath tickles the other mans ear.
“How ‘bout I put my kunai in your shuriken?” Hayato whispers dirtily in Kaze’s ear.
Kaze blushes bright red as Hayato bites his earlobe.
“H-Hayato …” he stutters as he tries to squirm away. The Uchiha’s body is a lot heavier then his and keeps him pinned down as do Hayato’s arms around his neck.
“H-Hayato please!” Kaze says, blushing even deeper and trying not to be turned on by this. “It’s hardly very romantic out here in the rain. Wouldn’t it be better to take this somewhere warmer?” he says, giving seduction a try. Hayato release him but stays close, actually enjoying himself. Hayato leans heavily on Kaze’s shoulders, holding the other man tightly and trying to sneak a kiss in.
“Hayato you’re coming back to my house.” Kaze says, still embarrassed.
“Warming up to me already?” Hayato whispers, nibbling at Kaze’s throat. Kaze blushes again and doesn’t answer.

The walk is a long one for Kaze.
Rain trickles down the back of his neck. The streets are dark and abandoned. Hayato keeps trying to stick a hand down Kaze’s shirt and even manages to sneak in a small kiss once.

Lemon warning ahead: Mature audiences only.

Prologue.

Rain trickled down the windowpanes like ghostly tears. In the dark of the night thunder howls and lighting cracks his whip and the heavens crack open to let in the tide.
Lighting slices through the dark like a jagged spear of the gods and throws brilliant white light on the face of a pale man having a horrible nightmare.
Kaze sits bolt upright, wide eyed, covered in sweat and desperately clutching at his chest. He desperately swallows his screams as the frantic beat beneath his fingers reminds him his heart still resides within his breast. Feeling the familiar nausea rise within Kaze covers his mouth to smother his dry retches. The violent terrifying images are tattooed into Kaze’s retinas; replaying themselves in searing white lines every time he closes his eyes. Kaze whimpers, sinking his teeth into his knuckles to suppress his screams. He trembles like a leaf in a gale,
“’Yato?” he asks shakily, terrified of not getting a reply. The hawk rolls over and blinks blearily.
“Again?” He asks. Kaze nods shakily.
With a soft sigh Hayato opens his arms wide and pulls Kaze close to him. He embraces the pale shinobi tightly, possessively and starts to softly stroke Kaze’s snow coloured hair. Slowly Kaze starts to relax.
“Hayato…” he murmurs softly, resting his head against the Uchiha’s chest.
“I promised I would protect you.” Hayato says, pulling Kaze in closer. “You are MY Kaze.”
“Someone’s getting possessive again.” Kaze mutters quietly.
“I’m allowed to.” Hayato says, still stroking Kaze’s hair “You jump into my arms every time there’s a thunderstorm. You should be grateful I’m not taking advantage of you.”
“Why do you say that like you’re about to start taking advantage of me?” Kaze says then gives a sharp gasp as Hayato’s tongue trails under his jaw line.
“Just kissing. I promise.” Hayato mutters as his agile tongue traces the rim of Kaze’s ear then he gently nips the earlobe.
“H-Hayato! That doesn’t count as kissing!” Kaze protests.
“Hn.” Hayato says in typical Uchiha style and slams his lips into Kaze’s roughly, pinning the other shinobi to the wall. The Uchiha’s tongue dips into Kaze’s mouth, twining with the pale Shinobi’s tongue as if daring him to return the passion. Kaze gives a muffled moan and bends his head back. Hayato takes his opportunity to very subtly position himself over Kaze.
“H-Hayato!” Kaze cries, managing to pull away. “No tongues!”
“Hn.” Hayato says again with a slightly disappointed tone, returning to stroking Kaze’s hair. “I want it, you have at least shown interest…And here we are all cuddled up in a thunderstorm. What are you so scared of?”
Kaze tries to look away and Hayato lifts his chin with one finger. “Kaze I want an answer. No silly faces, no pretending you’re asleep, no letting me make a grab at your a** and hoping I get distracted.” Kaze blushes at the last one. “Just the truth.”
“H-Hayato.” Kaze stutters.
“Don’t do that. You sound like you’re having trouble thinking of a lie. If you try to wrap this in fancy words and refuse to face your problems I WILL kick you out of this bed. I’ve had enough of your screwing around.” Hayato says bluntly.
Kaze sighs. There really is no way to avoid this.
“Hayato. The last time any man that wasn’t my lord so much as touched me, he was taken, killed in front of me, drained, quartered then served as the main course at the next meal. If I didn’t eat every scrap of my own free will I was force-fed. Then I was taken back to my lords’ chamber and he took care of my punishment with the whips and the clubs and all those needles. Ever wonder about what is in my nightmares?! It’s you being hurt!!”
Kaze calms down, panting a bit from his rant.
“You’re cute when you’re angry” Hayato says.
“ARE YOU NOT LISTENING TO ANYTHING I SAY?!” Kaze screams at him and shoves Hayato out of the bed.
The Uchiha lands heavily and winces.
“Tch. Irritable. How about a back rub?”
“Go away ******** pervert.” Kaze says irritably, pulling the blankets over himself like a cocoon. “I don’t even know why I care about you any more.”
“Because you looove me” Hayato calls in a sing-song voice, hugging Kaze tightly though the blankets.
“Shut up. None of this is helping you get in my pants.” Kaze says rather muffledly.
Moving swiftly Hayato swiftly grips Hayato’s blanket cocoon and spins him around until they are face to face.
“Kaze. I am not a toy or some puppy you can keep as a pet. I have needs. Either you look me in the eyes right now and tell me you love me enough to do it right here and right now or you can hide behind your fears and I just walk out that door right now and you never have to see me again.”
Kaze blinks his blind eyes.
“So that’s the only way to keep you? What a sadistic jerk you are to force me to do something I don’t want to do.”
Hayato looks down quickly.
“I…It’s not like that! I know I love you Kaze! I…I just don’t know if you consider me anything more then a toy.”
There is a ringing smacking sound.
“Man the ******** up Hayato!” Kaze yells at him. “And you want to be seme?!”
“I…I!” Hayato stutters weakly, clutching his red marked cheek.
Kaze head butts him and the Uchiha falls over. Kaze stands, letting the blankets fall from his shoulders and slaps the Uchiha again.
“I am not a toy for your satisfaction Hayato. If I says I want to take my time you DAMN WELL BETTER RESPECT MY WISHES!”
“Y-You ******** hit me.” The Uchiha says in disbelief. Kaze gives him a glowering death glare.
“Don’t you dare start with me Uchiha Hayato.” Kaze says in a voice soft with malice.
“Sorry Kaze.” Hayato says, looking down sadly.
Kaze sighs.
“It’s not your fault. You haven’t been taught enough.”
Kaze kneels in front of Hayato and softly kisses him.
“I love you Hayato. I love you so much honestly.” Kaze says looking deeply into Hayato’s eyes.
“I-I do want it.” Kaze says looking down with a blush “I just don’t want to be abused again. I want to know you care about me, not just my body.”
“How will you know if you don’t give me a chance? I promise I’ll be gentle” Hayato says seductively, running his hand comfortingly along Kaze’s shoulders.
“I highly doubt that. You get over-excited.” Kaze says with a small smirk, nevertheless letting Hayato slip his robe from his shoulders.
The Uchiha has to restrain himself from physically drooling at the sight of Kaze’s pale flesh. Kaze blushes and crosses his arms over his chest.
“H-Hayato-sama. You ‘re making me blush.”
“I plan to do more then that…” Hayato whispers in Kaze’s ear, guiding Kaze’s hands to loosen his own robe.
“I love you Kaze and I want to go all the way this time. If you want to duck out before things get serious now is the time.”
Kaze’s response is to kiss him. The Uchiha bites back a moan as Kaze’s tongue darts into his mouth and he gently bites the other mans lip.
“Kami you taste good!” Kaze moans, finally pulling away for air. “How did our argument end up like this?”
“We are both very sick minded people.” Hayato murmurs, pulling Kaze down onto his lap.
“I’m not complaining.” Kaze mutters as Hayato starts to kiss down his neck then bites at a certain spot. “Ah~!”
“You like it when I touch you there don’t you?” Hayato murmurs in his ear.
“Very much.” Kaze says softly then pressed his lips to Hayato’s again.

Chocolate

“Let’s see: Cocoa butter, sugar, strawberries…Hayato likes vanilla right?”
One by one each item is taken from the plastic grocery bag and set on the bench. A worn and lightly toasted cookbook is opened to the relevant page. Mumbling quietly to himself Kaze lightly taps each ingredient with one finger as he checks it off against the list.
“O.k. that’s everything. Now let’s see…”
A pale hand lightly flicks the stove dial up.
“Mix the cocoa butter, sugar, lecithin and vanilla over a steady flame. Sounds doable.”
Kaze tightly ties the white apron around his waist and starts measuring out ingredients. Light blue flames lick up the sides of the metal pot as Kaze softly stirs in a swirl of cream.
“Chocolate~! Chocolate~!” he sings to himself as he chops up some strawberries while stirring the dark liquid. “Making chocolate for Hayato~!”
Humming to himself Kaze barely notices the drops of chocolate splattering his skin from his overenthusiastic stirring.
“I better get this all cleaned up before Hayato gets home” Kaze laughs to himself “I wonder if it’s ready yet?”
Kaze dips the tip of one finger into the mix and tastes it.
“Hmmm. It’s kinda bitter. Should I add in more sugar?” Kaze wonders, licking the molten chocolate from his finger. “Hayato likes his chocolate pretty dark though.”
“As dark as sin.” Hayato murmurs in Kaze’s ear, stealthily wrapping one arm around Kaze’s waist. Kaze jumps slightly in surprise.
“And here I was just coming back from getting you some valentines chocolate.” Hayato mutters.
“I guess that means we both have to get each other something on White Day.” Kaze replies handing Hayato a strawberry. The hawk nibbles on the berry while leaning over Kaze’s shoulder. The Pale shinobi blushes.
“Hayato do you have to stay so close”
“Yes.” Hayato answers instantly and in a tone that brooks no argument.
Kaze blushes deeper and for a second takes his attention of the chocolate. Hayato swiftly moves his hand around and empties a small glass bottle into the chocolate mix.
“Oh Kaze you know how I like my chocolate. Dark, rich and smeared all over my favourite person.”
Hayato lightly kisses Kaze’s cheek.
“Hayato if you keep distracting me the chocolate will burn. Then I won’t have any present for you.” Kaze replies, returning his attention to the pot.
“Hn.” Hayato grunts, gripping Kaze’s waist tighter. “How about we just do this.”
Hayato deftly flicks the heat down to a simmer.
“I prefer my chocolate molten anyway.”
Lightly Hayato dips a strawberry in the chocolate and holds it out to Kaze.
“Eat”
Kaze lightly licks the chocolate from the berry then bites into it. Grinning happily to himself Hayato pulls Kaze closer.
“You look cute in an apron…”
Kaze lightly kisses Hayato’s cheek.
“I know. Here. Happy Valentines Day.” Kaze says, holding out a chocolate covered strawberry to Hayato. The hawk lightly sucks the berry from Kaze's fingers then nips them.
"Can we just-" Kaze asks as Hayato lightly licks one of the chocolate splodges from Kaze's neck.
"No." Hayato says firmly.
"Not even if-"
"No" The hawk swipes the can of whipped cream from the bench.
"Was the drugging really necessary?"
"Yes."
Hayato bears an unresisting Kaze to the ground.

Fatherhood

“But why do I have to-”
“Because I say so” Kaze says, cutting off the scorpion man midsentence. “You got her knocked up you have to feed her.”
“B-But-!” Akira struggles to find a way to say what he’s thinking; that she was the one who jumped him, that he doesn’t like delivering half dead animals to a hole in the ground and above all SHE STILL FREAKING TERRIFIES HIM.
“No buts. You know she can’t hunt for herself while she’s expecting.”
“But…” Akira looks down at his toes “But what if she yells at me again”
“Then you’re just going to have to stand there and be yelled at. Try to hold the food out in front of you to keep her distracted.”
“Females are like that.” He adds as an afterthought.
“So how long are you going to be gone?” Hayato asks, randomly dropping in to the conversation and wrapping his arms around Kaze’s waist from behind. “Ten, twenty minutes? An hour? Oh an hour would be good; Kaze and I have…stuff…to do. Then again two hours would better.”
Kaze playfully tries to shove Hayato off him.
“Hayato this is serious, not fun time.”
“To me anytime can be fun time.” Hayato replies, giving Kaze a quick kiss on the cheek. “Oh and I got your “delivery” for you.” He replies more casually to Akira, lifting up a string of fat rabbits. Akira flinches as one twitches in the hawk man’s grasp.
“Alive as per request. Hope your “lovely lady” enjoys them.” He says, making air quotes around “lovely lady”
Akira looks down again.
“Look I’m not sure this is…”
“It’s what’s best for both of you.” Kaze says gently, pushing the still twitching rabbits into Akira’s hands. “You have nothing to be scared of.”
“Except her eating me.” Akira grumbles, taking the rabbits.
“Nonsense if she wanted to eat you she would have done it after mating.” Kaze says casually. “Now if you don’t get going you’re going to be late, then you’re really in for it.”
Gently he shoves Akira out the door and closes it behind him before the scorpion man has time to react.
“But-!” he tells the hardwood door, seconds too late. With a soft sigh Akira swallows his complaints and heads towards the forest where Yuurei has made her lair. After about a minute Hayato, finally alone with Kaze in a house normally filled with six, disconnects the doorbell and draws the shutters.

Akira never particularly liked forests. The way the thick stands of trees pressed in from all directions always reminded him uncomfortably of his old cell. He always much preferred the open deserts, with sand dunes like frozen waves. Nevertheless this is where Yuurei had chosen to nest and it was to this forest he had to come to deliver Yuurei’s three daily meals. After so many months even the well camouflaged entrance of the tunnel is apparent. As usual the scorpion in him insists that he look around for possible threats before entering. After the usual suspicious glare at the surrounding foliage and a cursory sweep of the skies for predatory birds Akira moves aside a branch and slips into the tunnel.
With faint feeling of disgust and hunger Akira takes the string of rabbits into his mouth as he drops to all fours on the rough dirt floors. The tunnel ceiling is probably actually high enough to stand up in but somehow crawling along the tunnel floor feels…more right. Akira shakes his head to clear the thought from his mind and steels himself to face the serpent lady.
“Akiraaaaaa!” said snake calls loudly from around the corner. With a deep breath Akira creeps around the corner, holding the rabbits in front of himself like a shield.
“Yuurei-chan I brought food…” he says meekly.
Curled in a depression at the base of the cave the half snake woman waits irritably coiled. Akira reluctantly moves into striking distance. He has found out the hard way that when in a bad mood Yuurei has no qualms about biting him to get a point across. This time with a strangely blank expression Yuurei ignores his offering and beckons. Rather reluctantly Akira inches forwards, head bowed in supplication. Softly Yuurei trails a hand up his neck. The scorpion blinks in surprise and moves in closer. Yuurei rears up like she’s about to strike and softly nuzzles her scaled cheek against Akira’s neck. Nervously he leans in and wraps his human arm around her scaly shoulders. Yuurei surprises him with an almost tender mew. The scorpion inside him tries to do something that would make Akira blush to think of it. Instead he softly kisses Yuurei on the cheek.
The snake lady smiles sweetly and curls her body.
“Look.” She says softly, moving her coils aside. “They’re hatching.”
“Eggs…my…” Akira mutters.
A small crack spider webs its way across the surface of one dolphin skin grey egg. Yuurei blinks and leans in to lick at the faintly moving shell. Akira also leans in close as a small section of shell wobbles then small pale fingers break the shell. Large serpentine eyes blink as a small head breaks through; viscous fluid gooey strings between the perfectly formed little fingers. Akira’s heart melts. Gently he reaches down and scoops up the hatchling, gently picking fragments of shell off his offspring. Blinking pale third eyelids the newly hatched snakeling stares up into Akira’s eyes and toothlessly bites Akira’s arm. The scorpion man grins widely.
“Look at my little mutant baby.” He says tenderly as his arm is released and the child opens its mouth with a soft reedy cry. In the wide reptile eyes of a new snakeling Akira can see the soft brown of his former eyes. Softly he strokes the hatchling with the back of his claw. The child grabs it and wraps it’s tiny soft scaled tail around it. Softly Yuurei scoops up her child as more of the eggs start to hatch.
“Congratulations you’re a father.” She says tenderly, scooping up a hatching egg and peeling off the fragments of shell.
“Yes…” Akira says quietly, looking into the deep brown depths of his offspring’s eyes, so like his own used to be. “I guess I am.”

Role Reversal

“I got cocktails~!” Hayato calls happily as he sets the two glasses down.
“I asked for water.” Kaze says with a pointed glare.
“But that’s not alcoholic.” Hayato says cheerfully, pushing the glass closer to Kaze.
“Besides it’s got a little umbrella in it. I know how you like little umbrellas~” The item in question is flicked with a fingernail, sending it on a short trundling journey around the edge of the glass.

Kaze folds his arms emphatically.

“I’m not getting drunk for your amusement…again.”
“Come on, live a little!” Hayato pauses and appears to focus intently on something over Kaze’s shoulder. “Yuuku!”
Startled by Hayato suddenly yelling at him for no reason Yuuku slips and drops the tray of dishes he was holding.
At the sound of shattering crockery Kaze turns around to check on his snake hybrid.

Swiftly the small pink packet is torn open and the white powder tipped into Kaze’s drink where it instantly begins to dissolve.
Turning back with a sigh of relief Kaze spots the last few grains dissolve and gives an internal sigh of frustration. He’s getting tired of this.
“That could have been a nasty accident.” He says with his usual smile. “Would you like some meal with your alcohol?”
“Good idea.” Hayato turns towards the bar and orders some pork ribs.
Kaze quickly switches the drinks and disguises the motion by taking a sip. Catching the end of the action Hayato gives a wide grin and raises his own glass.
“Bottoms up.”

Hayato doesn’t even have time to finish his drink before he starts feeling decidedly…hot.
Surreptiously Hayato pulls at his shirt.
“Is it hot in here tonight?” He tries to struggle out of his shirt.
Kaze smirks.
“Problem Hayato?” he says, licking some of the ribs sauce from his fingers.
Hayato visibly shudders.
Many of the bars regulars hide their smiles in their drinks while some laugh openly at the Uchiha’s discomfort.
Hayato ignores them over his growing…personal problems.
“Hayato you look nervous.” Kaze says with transparent false concern as inwardly he roars with laughter. “Shall we take this upstairs?”
Hayato leaps on the suggestion with pathetic gratitude.
Kaze leaves behind a few crumpled bills as payment and picks up one of the paper drink umbrellas.
As he half leads, half carries Hayato upstairs (The Uchiha has mysteriously acquired a limp in the process) someone in the bar wolf-whistles.
Without turning around Kaze gives a thumbs up sign over his shoulder and leaves the room amid laughter.

Hayato flops down on the bed with a happy sigh as the cool linen sheets sooth his burning skin. Kaze shuts and locks the door and turns off the lights.
Illuminated only by the silvery moonlight Hayato looks so much softer and more vulnerable than Kaze has ever seen him before.
Getting ready for bed Kaze strips off his shirt and Hayato almost drools as he reaches out and dreamily strokes one of Kaze’s abs.
Kaze slaps away his hand.
“Stop that.”
“But Kaze-sama is so attractive.” Hayato lightly kisses Kaze’s stomach just above his bellybutton. “We should ******** laughs aloud at this.
“That has to be your worst line yet.”
Hayato gives him a wide-eyed hopeful look as he tries to struggle out of his pants.
“Go to sleep.” Kaze says, rolling his eyes. “No sex tonight.”
Hayato gasps hotly as he slumps back onto the bed. He’s burning up inside.
“Kaze-sama!” He moans desperately.
“Come here.” Kaze says with a sigh and beckons.
Eagerly Hayato crawls over to him and Kaze kisses him.
Hayato’s normally dominating presence is muted by the drug and Kaze easily dominates the kiss. Almost experimentally he pins Hayato to the bed. It feels good to be in control.
“Would you like me to take you?” He asks playfully. “Would you like me to hold you down and ******** you into the mattress?” He continues to whisper dirtily into Hayato’s ear until the Uchiha breaks and moans aloud.
“For tonight I’m in charge.” Kaze says as he bites Hayato’s ear. For once he isn’t going to be the one waking up with a hangover and a sore a**.

Pulling himself off Hayato (to an audible moan of disappointment) Kaze reaches under the bed and pulls out a random box of Hayato’s. He grins to see the tube of lubricant and some pink fur lined handcuffs.
He leans over and captures Hayato’s lips in a passionate and messy kiss and sucks hard on his collarbone until an aroused moan escapes from his captive’s lips. With a devilish smirk he trails wet kisses down Hayato’s chest and bites and sucks at Hayato’s nipples until the small nubs of flesh are hard to the touch.
With one hand he flicks open the bottle of lube and squirts a small amount on his palm.
“Turn over” he orders softly. “And brace yourself against the bed”

Hayato muzzily obeys, exposing the sleek curves of his pale back, and Kaze cuffs his hands to the bedhead.
Seeing Hayato’s back arch Kaze slips a lube covered finger into Hayato’s a** and pumps it in and out a few times, spreading the lube inside him. Before Hayato has time to gasp he adds another finger and starts to scissor them.
As he feels Hayato tense up he adds a third finger and squirts more lube onto his other hand and starts to rub it along his own hardening c**k.
After a few minutes of this Kaze can’t take it anymore.
“Ready?” He whispers in Hayato’s ear. Panting the Uchiha manages a nod and Kaze roughly shoves in.
As Hayato’s cry fades Kaze holds in the urge to start thrusting and keeps Hayato’s hips held still to allow him time to get used to the throbbing organ now filling him up.
When Hayato’s trembling hands once again take a death grip on the bedhead Kaze starts to thrust in slowly. He pants hotly as he feels the tight muscle stretch around his arousal.

“Oh Hayato-chan you’re so tight.” Kaze says with a sardonic grin as he thrusts faster into Hayato. Hayato tries to glare at him but tightly closes his eyes in pleasure as Kaze brushes his prostrate.
“Please no talking.” He half moans.
“I want to hear you scream Hayato. It’s such a rare occurrence, I want to make the most of it.”
“Kaze…” Hayato whimpers as Kaze’s thrusts become shallower.
“Louder.” Kaze grins evilly.
“Kaze!” Hayato pleads then cries aloud as Kaze thrusts in deep.
With a final long groan Hayato comes and slumps tiredly, held up by the handcuffs.
Irritably Kaze withdraws, nowhere near orgasm.
“I knew you weren’t used to bottoming but that was pathetically lightweight.”
He flips Hayato over and kisses his cheek.
“And here I am all unsatisfied.”
Kaze rummages through the box and, finding what he wanted to, gives a sinful grin and gently parts Hayato’s legs.

Hayato’s ebony eyes look innocently up at him as Kaze once again grabs the tube of lubricant and spreads lube around Hayato’s entrance.
“I think you need some instruction in endurance.
And Kaze shoves the thick black sex toy into Hayato’s tensed a**.
Hayato screams aloud as Kaze roughly straddles him and cuffs his hands lower down.
“Suck.” He orders huskily and Hayato obliges by taking all of Kaze’s erect p***s into his mouth.
Kaze makes a soft aroused moan and turns on the vibrator.
Hayato’s moan of surprise serves to stimulate Kaze’s own arousal and he runs his hands through Hayato’s dark hair.
“Good…” Kaze says as a dark flush creeps its way across his cheeks.
Hayato determinedly sucks harder as the slightest movement of Kaze’s hips sends the tip of the vibrator into his prostate.
Enthusiastically Kaze starts to roll his hips into Hayato’s mouth as he firmly grips the feathery spikes of Hayato’s hair.
God Hayato’s tongue was magic.
Another soft moan alerts Kaze to the increase in the vibrations and Kaze thrusts into Hayato’s mouth with renewed vigour. With the electric tingling running down his spine Kaze is getting close to orgasm.
Blushing Hayato moans as the toy roughly stimulates him. Pre-c** dribbles from his stiff arousal as, with one final thrust, Kaze’s hot seed fills his mouth and spills from his lips. The sensation pushes him over the edge and Hayato cums hard all over himself.
Kaze pulls back and examines his handiwork, a handcuffed Hayato still flushed with arousal with c** dribbling down his chin. He has a sudden desire to take a picture and swiftly supresses it; it would be hard to explain if Hayato found it, but memorizes the scene.
With a contented sigh and a swallow Hayato collapses, fully expecting to be uncuffed so he can go to sleep.

Kaze isn’t so eager to give up control.
“Not yet. I’m not finished.”
“K-Kaze…” Hayato says tiredly. The drug is starting to wear off.
Kaze kisses him deeply, tasting his own c** on Hayato’s lips, and strokes his hand down Hayato’s check and flicks one of his nipples.
“Just one more time and no-one has to know this happened.” He whispers malevolently in Hayato’s ear. “After all I haven’t ******** you properly yet…and we both want that.”
Kaze rubs his hand along Hayato’s c**k as he speaks.
“Don’t we?”
Hayato moans an affirmative and, with one swift motion, Kaze removes the vibrator.
“I love you Hayato.” He says in much his usual tone as he slowly licks the tip of the still moving toy.
Reapplying lube to the toy (the bottle is now half empty) Kaze positions himself over Hayato and shoves the writhing sex toy firmly into his own tight a**.
He moans as the toy move inside him, the intense vibrations making him more and more aroused as he pumps the toy in and out a few times before finally thrusting in it deep.
“Turn around” He orders as Hayato gets thoroughly turned on from watching.
Grumpily denied watching Kaze masturbate Hayato obeys.
Kaze starts to pant in arousal and softly strokes his hands over the smooth pale curves of Hayato’s a** and spanks him until it leaves a red mark.
“Good boy…” He says tenderly and moans faintly as the vibrations increase again. This model of vibrator increased in speed and intensity the longer it was switched on. It always made him feel great.
Without bothering to reapply lube Kaze thrusts into Hayato.
Hayato moans loudly and Kaze moans with him as the dual sensations of Hayato’s tight a** clenching around his throbbing c**k and the hot intense movements of the toy inside him overlap and redirect blood to between his legs.
Not bothering with dirty talk he focuses entirely on ******** Hayato into next week.
Hayato pants and moans and gasps as Kaze thrusts hard in and out of him. He holds on to the bed like a lifeline as warmth pools between his legs.
Hayato gasps as he feels muscle stretch and tense in ways they haven’t for years. A faint sheen of sweat makes his skin gleam. The hot feeling of Kaze deep inside him feels so much better than it did before.
Kaze feels somewhat of a high from the sensation of Hayato’s body moving under him. It feels good to have so much control, to have someone depending on him for every jolt of pleasure.
Kaze leans in and thrusts harder, trying to penetrate deeper into Hayato. The vibrations are getting stronger and stronger and it makes him determined to ride out the waves of pleasure. He wants to hear Hayato scream
He thrusts into Hayato as the Uchiha’s breathing gets faster and more uneven.
“Aaah! Aaah! ********!” Hayato yells as Kaze buries himself into him. Hayato cums.
Spurred on by the vibrator Kaze thrusts in once more and feels his c** fill Hayato.
He pulls back with a happy sigh and wipes the oozing c** from Hayato with a tissue as the Uchiha happily slumps onto the rumpled sheets.
Contentiously Kaze repacks the box and replaces it under the bed. When he turns back Hayato is already snoring.
Not bothering with getting changed into nightwear Kaze climbs into bed with Hayato and snuggles into his arms.

In the morning Hayato awakes in one of the foulest moods known to man.
“What the hell happened?”
“You fell off a table and bruised you tailbone.” Kaze says with a practised ease. After all that did happen before the sex.
“But we did have sex last night?”
Kaze sighs. “Yes.”
Hayato’s grin is almost audible as he leans over and kisses Kaze with considerably more interest as soon as he realizes they are both currently naked.
Perched behind his ear where a girl might wear a flower is a small paper drinks umbrella.

“Hayato...I love you”

Those words belonged to a time of flushed faces and tangled limbs in a lust tinged darkness, first said when Kaze was still the servant, Hayato was still the master and there were no feathers to ruffle.

It had been a time of war, where blood had soaked the ground many times.

In those days the sheer euphoria of being allowed to live for another day was reward enough.
It had been so hard for Hayato to resist the urge to just take his aide right there on the battlefield but, for the sake of the others in his party and the memory of the deceased, he waited until he was back at the encampment to express his animal delight at continued survival.

His relationship with the albino was obvious to anyone with working ears and, while they didn’t approve of a warlord insisting on frequent intercourse with an indentured servant, it was at least better than him being with their own daughters or sons.

The scarlet armour, proudly embossed with the clan crest, was unbuckled and recklessly discarded along with the cloth padding and the clothing underneath it. The helmet bounces off the plain wooden floorboards. Kaze would tell his Warlord off later for treating the armour of his ancestors with so little respect but right now he was shedding his own armour in a similar haste.

The albino’s mouth was filled by the warlord’s tongue as they fumbled on the floor for a moment, the Uchiha’s tanned body far outweighing that of his servant and keeping him transfixed against the floorboards.
No permission was given as Hayato tugged off clothing then roughly gripped bare skin and, thankfully, none was needed. His servant leans up until their bodies meet and eagerly welcomes his master’s touch.
Hayato takes his Servant up against the wall, pressing the albino’s snow pale back to the varnished wooden panelling as he aggressively starts to thrust. Trapped between the cool wood and the hot flesh Kaze wraps his legs tight around his Warlord’s waist and whimpers loudly with every blissful, painful movement inside him.
The more vigorous Hayato’s actions, the louder his servant cries and the shorter of breath the pair gets until Kaze’s heated calling of his master’s name becomes just a hot desperate gasp. Then the two are softly panting in unison.

“Hayato…” Kaze moans, eyes still closed with satisfaction. “I love you.”

Hayato nearly drops him.

The warlord did not love, he made it his business not to love anyone he had sex with because sex did not mean love. It was simply physical gratification.
He made no pretence of loving those that flocked to his side and, sooner or later, it came to those words.
The Uchiha never said them back.
Ever.
It had lost him most of his lovers when he had not loved them back and they always left, hoping he would chase them, and Hayato merely moved on. He had never loved them and, he knew deep down, that they never loved him either, no matter how much they lied so. They may have loved his looks, or his power or his wealth but never him.
The memory of his first love, not only unrequited but betrayed, still burnt in his heart like a hot coal.

Hayato softly sucks at the albino’s neck, hoping to delay the inevitable moment.
He didn’t want to let go of Kaze who made such beautiful noises when he came. He wanted more fervent kisses and hot touches.
It just wasn’t enough to justify those words. He could never say it if he didn’t mean it.
He did not love.
Ever.
It was only pain.

Kaze nestles against his warlord and softly strokes Hayato’s tanned chest. He doesn’t notice the blankness in his lord’s eyes or if he does he chooses not to mention it and for a long time there is simply a contented silence broken up only by the slowing breaths.
He feels embarrassed for saying those words so readily but they are true.
It had been such a long time since he had last fully loved someone, not simply for their kindness or their acceptance or merely because the sex was just that good. Hayato’s touch made him feel so secure, so warm and protected, like being wrapped in a fluffy blanket.
“Hayato-sama…please put me down.” He says softly.
It seems to take those words to release Hayato from his inward contemplation and realize he was still holding his servant pressed close against the wall.

Hayato carries Kaze a few more steps before roughly dumping him on the bed and climbing to look over him. Kaze folds his arms behind his head and smiles and the Uchiha Warlord tries not to smile back.
God, his servant was just too simple.
Every decision must seem so easy to him, even love.
Tenderly a white hand reaches up to brush the night black hair and the servant leans up and lightly kisses his warlord’s cheek.
God, his servant was just too beautiful…
Hayato couldn’t help but return the kiss and many times over; on the lips and both cheeks and trailing down the chest until his servant was giggling and squirming pleasantly underneath him and the blush returned to his pallid cheeks.
The kisses grew deeper and deeper and as Hayato moved close against the albino his doubts slowly dispelled.
Kaze loved him.
Kaze loved him.
It felt strange even to think but, as his servant started to moan, the Uchiha though that, maybe, he didn’t mind being loved if it was Kaze.
Kaze would never lie to him, he was too…too…too…
Too much like Kaze…
Quietly the warlord thinks it; making a space in his head for those four words that were so little but so big at the same time.
I love you Kaze…
It would be such a long time before he could say those words aloud…

The pale man (AU)

The pale man sits on the edge of his bed. If bed was really the right word for the lightly padded wooden bench. After all its intended use was not for sleeping.
The sky blue silk of the elegantly patterned kimono was a pretty contrast against his lily white skin but it was just a thin layer of cheap cloth against his bare skin and the chill of the night had already started to seep into the building.
He tries not to shiver with the cold, which would be undignified.
As the sound of creaking door hinges met his ears the pale man assumed his position.
Averted gaze, a demure curve of the spine, a small dip of his head.
Perfect posture...for a female.
He has long ceased to be embarrassed but the heavy rogue on his cheeks and the rest of his thick makeup swallowed his expression regardless.

By every indication his client is a warlord. Metal ornamentation on leather greaves shone, the muscles of his chest were well oiled and a magnificent red cape marks his connection to royal blood. His skin still bore the ashen scent of the battlefield; the mingled smells of sweat, ash and parts of men never meant to see the light.
The pale man is glad his client was male; the females always seemed to want more out of him than he could give.
The engraved clan crest, worn proudly on a band around the shoulder, is not one the pale man recognized. He had never seen a full warlord either.
He was favored by the lonely seeking swift comfort, the young experimenting and the soldiers who wanted a quick ******** without being with a woman other than their wives.

The pale man coyly fans himself as the warlord drags his intense ebony eyes over his form and, apparently finding all to his liking, smiles a crooked little smile.
The dark haired warlord takes a step forwards as the pale man has to swiftly suppress his intimidation at his client's sheer size. Whereas the pale man had to keep himself effeminately thin the warlord was primed by battle and could probably snaps his limbs like twigs.
Leaning close the dark haired man gathers the silken folds of the kimono in his hands and pulls it open to drag his dark eyes thoroughly over the pale man's bare body and smiles his crooked smile.
The pale man looks back up at him, laying his fan to the side where it will not be broken and watching the warlord with wide innocent eyes as if he had been waiting a long time for his return.
It’s a good act and one of the reasons while he was so highly priced.

The pale man moans as the battle calloused hands touch him, a rough finger stroking across an already chill stiffened n****e as the warlord leans in and licks at the tender nub. The pale man tentatively lets his own smooth moisturized fingers run over the suntanned shoulders and holds the other man close like a lover would.
Saliva gleams silvery against the pale skin as the dark haired man moves his head back and takes a firm grip on the pale man's snow white hair.
The pale man couldn't break free of the grip if he tried; the warlord was in complete control here even though his grip was gentle. With little effort the dark haired man tilts the pale man's head back and roughly begins to kiss him.
Their tongues skillfully meet; the warlord confidently ravishing the pale man's mouth and the pale man modestly allowing him complete reign, and teasing him into playing more.
The dark haired man smirks and releases the pale man to take a breath.

Almost immediately the lips are back as the warlord trails a red tongue tip along the pale man's jaw line and sucks at the smooth white skin as the pale man moans ecstatically as the surprisingly soft lips dance across his skin. The Warlord is unexpectedly tender in his ministrations and the pale man makes sure his appreciation is clearly audible.
The dark haired man bites and sucks at the pale neck, feeling the steady thrum of a pulse beneath his teeth and slowly reaches his hand down the curves of the pale man's body to run his fingers along the lily pale c**k.
Under his teeth the pale man's pulse increases and another soft moan breaks free of his lips.
The warlord whispers dirty words in the snow pale ear as the pale man squirms pleasantly and moans out encouragement. The dark haired man strokes circles around the pale man's head, rubbing his fingers faster until the warlord drags a nail across the pale man's swollen head and feels wetness.

The dark haired man whispers an order and releases his grip. His hand traces a tiny circle in mid-air. Obediently the pale man turns around and bends over the padded bench.
Roughened hands stroke across the smooth pale thighs as the warlord neatly flips up the back of the Kimono and strokes an appreciative palm across the supple moon pale skin.
Beneath the thick rogue the pale man genuinely blushes.
Leaving the kimono on seemed rather kinky.
"Good boy..." The warlord says with his feeling as he unwinds the length of cloth that is his belt and with a soft 'thump' the thick dark grey pants with their leather plated armor still attached fall onto the floor.
The pale man can't help but sneak a look.
The warlord's semi-erect c**k nestles in a patch of dark curls. Roughly the dark haired man grips the snow white hair and turns the pale man's head back around.
Pallid fingers curl around the edge of the polished wooden bench as the pale man steels himself. The warlord looked big and there would be nothing more than the small preparations he was being given. They were on a schedule after all.

As cool coarse fingers roughly prepare him a few soft sounds indicate that the warlord is pleasuring himself at the same time.
A minute later the pale man feels the tip of the warlord's hardened arousal press into him.

There was no lubricant, lube carried a door charge, but the dark haired warlord was warm and gentle as if the pale man was a fresh virgin rather than a prostitute.
Slowly the warlord eases himself in and equally slowly pulls back out and continues to almost tenderly penetrate the pale man until slowly he realizes he is being teased.
"Say my name." The warlord whispers and runs his tongue along the edge of a snow colored ear. "Call me Hayato-sama."
"Hayato-sama, please ******** me harder." The pale man dutifully pleads, arching his back as the dark haired man complies with vigor.
The pale man's breathing becomes more labored as the warlord teases and plays with him, finding and carefully stimulating all the pale man’s favorite places until his loud cries are no longer simple flattery but genuine enjoyment at this experienced treatment.
All the while the dark haired warlord whispers his filthy imaginings and orders into one snow pale ear and smiles as the pale man writhes and calls the warlord’s name in an attempt to obey.
Steadily the pale man’s frustration grows even as his arousal does. Surely the warlord must know that he is forbidden to c** first, that this prolonged teasing was against the terms if his hiring?
The pale man abandons the mask of the demure lover and presses close against the warlord like some horny animal, rocking back into every thrust and calling out the warlord’s name with every tiny movement until a dark flush begins to spread across the tanned cheeks and the warlord adds his moans to the pale man’s own.

Sensing victory the pale man adds to his actions, stimulating the warlord in return as the rough hand firmly grasp his arching back and pin it down to the bench. The warlord’s words cut off and only the low rasping breaths echo in the pale man’s ear as he is pinned to the bench by the warlord’s weight and left unable of doing more than taking the increasingly powerful thrusts.
“H-Hayato-sama!” The pale man manages to gasp out one last time, his eyes tightly closed as he tries to suppress the sensations rising inside him for long enough for the warlord to find his release.
He wasn’t permitted to c** first…
He wasn’t permitted to c** first…
“Ah…Hayato…” He gasps out as the dark haired warlord arches his own body forwards, deeply sinking himself into the pale man.
“K-Kaze…” The dark haired warlord gasps, his intense ebony eyes sliding closed as he releases.
The pale man nearly goes numb from shock.
It was never his name, even if they had asked for him specifically.
He was b***h or whore or slut. No-one ever called his name.
A soft gasp moves past the pallid lips as the pale man releases his own seed, trembling faintly from the experience.

Cloth moves as the warlord redresses himself and the surprisingly soft lips press once again to the pale skin.
“I’ll be back at the same time tomorrow.” The dark haired warlord carefully whispers in the Pale man’s ear before ghostlike he leaves before he has to pay extra and the door slowly creaks shut.