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Long Way Down	By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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NOT my typical story. I didn't even want to write
it, but it insisted. It's possible I don't hate it as much as I did at 6
am. Luckily, the file became corrupted and I had to reconstruct it
partially from email copies of the text and re-write the remainder. I
like it slightly better since then, but I don't like what I wrote. Then again,
who would?
To Hatochan for 5am
challenges and BDSM shinobi clad in black leather.
Title: Long Way Down
Genre: Angst, PWP
Status: One-shot, Complete, Standalone not
part of Tolerant Intolerance universe
Summary: What it takes to break down shinobi-built
walls
Warnings: yaoi, coarse language, violence, angst, character
deaths, rough sex, relatively unheard of pairing. (But I want to see more
of these two together, hopefully in a happier situation)
Disclaimer: You know Naruto and its characters belong to
Masashi Kishimoto, because if I owned them, yaoi pairings would be canon�
�Long Way Down� lyrics belong to Radford

Just another day my
dear choking in the atmosphere
And if I just breathe
in maybe I�ll black out
Cause you know, yeah
you know
You know, I can always
see right through you

Oh no everything has
changed
You may never be the
same
I know disappointment
reigns for you and me
It�s a long way down

I�ve been inside my
shell I just came out to wish you well
And if I just explode,
would anybody notice me
It�s a long way down
Such a long way down

The moon shone on
the surface of the glass, turning the window into a mirror, and the jounin
watched a dark shape drift aimlessly through the dim streets. The single
eye followed the shadow's reflection as it passed the tree where the silver
headed man perched. Details slowly emerged from the dusky form. A spiky
head of hair sat atop broad shoulders. The body moved with a slow deadly
grace, even in its current erratic path.

Dead leaves rustled as a
sudden gust caressed the earth like a lover returned from the wars. The
steady tread of sandaled feet drew closer, drawing even with the watching
shinobi. The pale head tilted as it considered the man below him.
Irregular breaths were loud in the dim quiet. The lanky form noiselessly
dropped from the height above.

A multitude of smells
assaulted him, even through the mask covering half his face. Wood smoke
drifted from various directions in the darkened village, blending with the dark
moist scent of autumnal vegetation. Those two smells belonged together,
were right. The mingled scents of sake, blood, and dumb grief were not.

"Raidou."
An overwhelming sense of brittleness emanated from the normally rock-solid
man. Kakashi placed a gloved hand on the bigger man's shoulder and felt
cold clammy skin shudder beneath the light touch. Flat brown eyes stared
unseeingly ahead. "Raidou..." the sharp voice coupled with a
rough shake of the upper arm filtered through the hazy thoughts.

"Kakashi?" The
older man shuddered like a swimmer surfacing from under a monstrous wave.
The burly frame swayed slightly and Kakashi ducked under the shoulder to
support his companion before he could crash to the damp ground. The bigger man
staggered against the jounin and he tasted the bitter salt of tears on the
chest that fell against the masked face. The tokujou clung tightly to the
only lifeline to sanity he had encountered since the lunacy of a few hours
past. "Kakashi..."

Kakashi rapidly formed
the hand seals to transport the lost-sounding man to the jounin's apartment and
led the ragged bear of a man to the waiting couch in a swirl of smoke.
"Tell me what happened."

Raidou closed his eyes
and sagged back against the worn cushions. "The ultimate irony.
Training exercise with the latest crop of ANBU recruits. Dunno what
they're teaching them in the Academy now, but apparently there are some big
holes in their knowledge." The rumbling voice spoke in a monotone,
as if reciting events that occurred to someone else long ago. "The
kid must be an idiot or colorblind. I don't even know how he had access to
those compounds at this stage in his training. He took a pack full of the
bright green training senbon out with him. Yeah, the ones with the
neurotoxin on them for anti-interrogation training. Genma saw the
mistake, jumped in front of the kid�s teammate, and took the hit. Four
TTX-laced senbon to the throat. He never had a fucking chance. He was
dead in less than two minutes."

His breath choked on a
sob. "A fucking senbon."

Kakashi held the weeping
man close, tears of pain shining in his own eyes, enfolding him in a tight
embrace. Nonsense sounds stirred strands of russet hair as he comforted the
broken man. Neither man noticed when the senseless noises turned to
impassioned groans and comforting touches became intoxicating caresses.
Kakashi was pressed roughly into the cushions as the grief-stricken shinobi
ground his hips fiercely against the other groin.

Teeth and lips and tongue
stole any remaining words from the younger man, reducing him to
incomprehensible moaning. Shaking fingers fumbled with the flies and two
buttons flew when they proved too difficult for the skilled shinobi. A
rough, calloused hand reached down to grasp the hard length.

Three fingers from the
other hand were brought to the jounin's mouth. Kakashi licked and sucked
the digits, covering them in wetness. The hand was removed and joined its
partner below the other man's waistband. One finger prodded the puckered
entrance firmly, stopping just this side of roughness. The long thick
finger stretched and stroked before another was added, fingers scissoring and
stretching more. The pressure of the third digit was almost unbearable, but
not necessarily in a bad way. Raidou spat in his palm and slicked the
fluid along the head, mixing it with the fluid already leaking from the slit.

Kakashi's legs were
pushed back towards his chest and the hard insistent length pushed relentlessly
in. There was no period of adjustment, just the fast, furious rhythm, and
all conscious thought faded until the only realities were in and out, up and
down, thrust and counterthrust. Kakashi felt the slight twinge of tearing
muscle, but only pushed further forward into it, the ache in his body matching
the senseless ache in his heart; but he relished the pain as a reminder of
life. As long as he could feel this, he could remember he was still here in
this world, and he arched into the hurtful contact, causing Raidou to break the
ferocious pace. His movements became wild and uncoordinated, but he still
reached with single-minded purpose towards that one instinctive goal.
Kakashi felt his balls draw up and tighten.

"Raidou...
ngggh... ahhh. close... so close..." A tough, work hardened hand grasped
Kakashi's weeping length and after only a few strokes he tensed and stiffened,
hot fluid exploding between the two bodies. The intense shudders and
contractions caused Raidou to convulse as well, ejecting his seed forcefully
against Kakashi's prostate, provoking a round of almost seizure-like
intensity.

Breathing only slowly
returned to bearable limits and the bear of a man disentangled himself,
reaching for a rag from his weapon's pouch to wipe off the sticky mess.
He pushed away from the couch and went to stand at the window, already lost in
thought. Kakashi followed more slowly, moving carefully.
"Raidou?" The scarred tokujou jerked away from the hand on his
shoulder.

"Don't touch
me," the low voice hissed menacingly. Kakashi drew back, became
hesitant. "Don't ever touch me."

Kakashi could see the
walls closing in, could feel his friend withdrawing behind them.
"Raidou, don't do this. Don't pull back. Don't let yourself not
feel. That's not you."

"And what would you
know about it?" the rough voice queried.

A half sob sighed in the
darkness. "Iruka." A hint of light reappeared in the
cinnamon orbs as he leaned forward to offer comfort to the silently shaking
man.

~~~~~~~~~~
The setting moon silvered
the surface of the glass, turning the window into a mirror. Two shadows perched
high in a tree, watching the play of light reflected beneath them as they
waited the dawn. A hazy form moved with a slow deadly grace, drifting
aimlessly in the almost light of early morning. Two forms noiselessly
dropped the long way down to the snow-covered ground.

~~~~~~~~~~
Owari

Note: TTX is the neurotoxin Tetrodotoxin
(anhydrotetrodotoxin 4-epitetrodotoxin, tetrodonic acid) It�s a potent neurotoxin
with no known antidote. It blocks the pores of sodium channels in nerve
cell membranes. The name comes from Tetraodontiformes, the order that includes
the puffer fish, which carries the toxin. (Yep, fugu, the one that poisons you
if prepared incorrectly) Death is swift, due to paralysis of the
diaphragm, causing inability to breathe.
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