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December	By : kokkeichan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 5
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Title: December
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Summary: Fired from his job, his world freezing around him, Umino Iruka must try and cope with the fact that he no longer has anything else left. Hatake Kakashi, owner of an animal clinic, proves that there are things worth living for.
Pairing: GenIru (ended), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
A/N: Hmmmmmmm~ (smiles cheekily and rocks back and forth)
Chapter Five - Termination
Iruka stood under the showerhead, the hot water beating down upon and cascading over his tired body. He was trying to rid himself of Orochimaru's touch--hot water killed a decent percent of germs. He was also using the time to figure out why he'd purposely lost a case. The young man fisted his hand against the tiled wall with a deep sigh. 'Damn that Genma and his moral teachings.'
The deadbolt of his penthouse door slid free as the key in it was turned and the door itself was pushed open. Genma stepped into the suite with a smile. He locked the door behind him and walked down the corridor straight ahead of him. He'd lose his key because of the intrusion, but copies had already been made. The young man chuckled softly and removed the toothpick from his mouth, bending and breaking it in half. He was searching for a small trash bin around Iruka's room when the bathroom door opened.
Iruka froze, hand suspended in his hair with the towel he was using to dry it.
Genma flopped onto the edge of the large bed with a grin. "I came to cheer you up," he sighed.
"Leave your key and get out. I'm changing the locks, so your copies won't work." Iruka resumed drying his hair as he walked toward his double-door closet.
Genma scrambled over the bed and cut the man off at the pass. He placed a hand to Iruka's bronze shoulder and winced as it was slapped away. "Iruka--"
"Save it," Iruka snapped, eyes narrowed.
"I'm sorry," Genma muttered, leaning against the closet doors. He spread his arms slowly and idly picked at the white paint coating them. "I know things must be hard for--"
Iruka slammed his hand against the doors beside Genma's head, his scowling inches from the other's. "You don't know shit," he hissed. The cold honey eyes staring back matched the brown orbs in ferocity, and neither man would have relented had the phone not rang. Iruka pulled away and tossed the towel on the bed as he circled it to get to the ringing phone. He picked it up with a sigh. "Hello?"
"Orochimaru requests that you join him for lunch today," Kabuto's voice stated evenly on the other end.
Iruka's entire body went rigid. "What time?" he questioned softly, turning a little with the phone cradled between his shoulder and ear.
Genma's attitude toward his former lover softened as he noticed the all-too-familiar scar that covered a good portion of his back. He wanted to just hold the other man once more and continue loving him. He pushed himself away from the closet as Iruka hung up the phone, and ran a hand through his hair. "Work?"
"Something like that," Iruka sighed. He glanced sideways, across the bed. "Why are you really here?"
"You're still the same," Genma sighed with a smile. "Can't I just visit you?"
"After you walked away without looking back? No."
"I came to congratulate you."
Iruka's body relaxed slightly. His state of undress caused him no uneasiness, and Genma had seen him naked countless times. He was proud of his body and displayed his scars; they were proof that he was a shark and could survive in infested waters. "Congratulate me," he snorted. "On losing?"
"Sasuke is one of my students. I teach at the orphanage where he now is." Genma smiled sheepishly and scratched his head. "Me, teaching."
"I can see it," came the soft reply. Iruka sat on the bed, folding one leg under himself. He shook his head, aware of the water his hair threw off, then smoothed down the brown locks. "I appreciate the visit, Genma, but I have to leave for work."
"He wants to thank you personally."
"He could have done that at court," the young lawyer scoffed. "Now� please leave."
Genma walked around to where the older man sat and grasped his chin lightly, tilting the dark head upward. "Don't lose yourself too much," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to the other's lips. He stepped back with a grin. Genma's honey-colored eyes widened and he fished around in his pocket for the keys.
"Keep them," Iruka sighed. "I'll hold off on changing the locks for a while."
"Thanks!"
Iruka nodded absently, lowering his head so he didn't have to witness his heart leaving once again. It was too far to actually be able to hear it, but he picture the door being closed and locked, and realized he's be late for his supposed "lunch date" if he kept sitting here.
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The supposed lunch date turned into nothing more than another fuck-fest for Orochimaru and there was now more vodka in his mug than coffee. He held it with trembling hands. What was wrong with him? The bright green digits on the microwave clock told the young man it was only 10:19 P.M.--10:20 now--and sleep was far off.
Iruka searched through a small counter above the sink and pulled out a translucent orange bottle. Sleeping pills--something he hadn't done in years. He shook two tablets free and stared at them. With a tilt of his head, they were ingested and almost followed by the vodka-coffee. He dropped the mug, glad it didn't shatter, and yanked open the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of water. He drank half of it in one swallow and slowly sank to the floor of his kitchen.
His nerves were shot--he was finally breaking down. Iruka placed the plastic bottle to the side and allowed his body to go limp. He closed his eyes and allowed the pills to take effect.
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Something was wrong. Iruka knew it. He could feel it. Ever since their "lunch" meeting three days ago, Orochimaru had stopped asking to see him--he felt that was a good thing--but the nightmares were back, tenfold. No, Iruka didn't feel good at all as he entered the towering structure. He kept himself from glancing at the oversized dish tank and continued through the rotating doors. Eyes were instantly on him and he felt like a dead man walking. He reached the elevator and pushed the button with the arrow that indicated upward movement and the doors opened immediately.
Another followed him as he stepped in. It was Kabuto. The glare on his glasses from the elevator's light hid his eyes. "Orochimaru wants to see you," the younger man calmly stated.
"I don't want to see him," Iruka snapped. Not after those days of going without him. He reached over to push the appropriate floor, but Kabuto was quicker.
The white-haired man grabbed the hand and pushed the six in place of the five. Once they arrived, Iruka was rudely pushed out of the elevator and down the hall. His throat slowly constricted as he neared the ominous door, but he was never allowed to stop. Kabuto knocked on the large door then stepped aside and pushed it open.
Orochimaru's wide, sick smirk made Iruka's blood run cold, and the door closing made him jump slightly. "Iruka, I feel as though it's been ages since we've had a decent talk."
"There's been nothing to talk about. With you, actions speak louder than words," Iruka mumbled.
Orochimaru chuckled and the young man visibly shuddered. Following his movements as he stood, Iruka finally noticed the large, flat-panel LCD screen on the wall behind the desk. 'Security cameras? No� no all.'
Orochimaru followed the glaring gaze and smiled sinisterly at the multi-screen monitor. "I keep tabs on everything in this building. From my tropical fish to my employees."
Iruka shook his head in disbelief. "That's invasion of privacy."
"Privacy?" Orochimaru laughed, his voice low as he strolled around his desk to the other man. "None of you within this building have privacy. Do you see the blank screen in the middle?" Iruka did. "That's where you office is. I also have the hall outside your door. You had a visitor?" His cold fingers slid around the bronze neck. "An old friend?" He smirked at the trembling he invoked.
"Why is it blank?" Iruka chocked out.
"Why?" Orochimaru licked and nibbled at his lobe. "Because you're fired," he whispered.
His brown eyes going wide, Iruka pushed his former boss away.
"It was fun, really, having you around," the pale man sighed as he fixed his dark suit. Iruka thought he looked like the living dead. "You tarnished my company's name," the man continued, glancing at Iruka with that smirk. "When that happens, I ghost. I get rid of the unnecessary."
Shaking his head, Iruka turned and reached for the doorknob. A hand slammed against the wood, keeping the door shut. "Did I say you could leave?" the man's voice hissed in his ear.
"I'm fired, aren't I?"
"I want to give you� a parting gift. Your friend, Genma, never received his."
'Genma� I should have listened.'
Orochimaru scowled at the faraway look in the brown eyes and shoved the young man back across the room. He removed his tie as he followed and began wrapping it around Iruka's wrist. Iruka's own tie was used as a makeshift gag. The brown eyes widened and Orochimaru smirked.
With his arms tied behind his back, Iruka could do nothing about the lips on his bare chest after his shirt and jacket had been ripped open. He inched back onto the desk to get away but the man's nails somehow dug painfully into his thighs through his trousers. Orochimaru's tongue snaked out to tease the dark nubs of flesh and Iruka frantically tugged at his wrists; he no longer wanted to be here--he'd never wanted to be here. He stared down at the dark head, vision slightly blurred, and it tilted upward to reveal slit-like golden eyes and a twisted, perverse smirk on a pale face. Iruka looked away.
Orochimaru laughed softly and slid his hands up along slender thighs. He undid the button then pulled down the zipper and began sliding both articles of clothing--trousers and boxers--down.
Iruka began trembling once more, but this time it was from the cold office air circling him. His dark brown eyes opened, widening, and he tried to voice his protests to his leg being raised. From his earlier times spent in a similar position, he knew there had been preparation and lubrication. There was none now.
Only his muffled words were heard throughout the room and Orochimaru ignored them as he positioned himself at Iruka's entrance. Tears sprang to Iruka's eyes and a silenced scream left his lips as he was entered swiftly.
Kabuto stood silently outside of the office door. His job at the moment was to keep anyone away. He removed his glasses, cleaning the lenses, and replaced them with the slightest hint of a smirk visible on his lips.
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Iruka slowly opened his eyes. 'Where am I�?' The brown eyes widened and his lips parted in a terrified, drawn-out gasp. He sat up with a start and cried out, falling back onto his side. In that position, he was able to see the glass sliding doors that opened up onto his veranda. 'Home�?' He used his arm to cover his face and the darkness brought back flashes of what happened to him however long ago.
Iruka continued screaming into the makeshift gag restricting his voice as the unbelievably painful feeling became even more so.
Curling up into the fetal position was useless; he stretched out on the bed, the right side of his face buried in the thick sheets.
Orochimaru smirked and continued driving himself deeper into the young man, indifferent to the blood trickling down Iruka's legs and onto his carpet. It spurned him on. He grabbed the flailing legs and, forcing them onto his shoulder.
Iruka covered his ears and tried to block out the screams reverberating in his head. They were his; they were the screams that man hadn't heard; they were the screams that man had deliberately silenced. He shook his head and forced himself up and off the bed. No good would come from him lying there. Stumbling into the bathroom, hot water was forced out of the showerhead as the knob was turned. The young man stripped out of his clothes and got under the spray.
Gritting his teeth against the extreme heat, Iruka began cleansing his body. He lowered his head and stared at the faint pink streams running into the drain. Blood; it was his blood. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Fresh tears started down the already blotchy face as he was thrown to the office floor. Iruka tried crawling backwards, but his bound hands offered no support and he remained the captive, possibly limbless, prey in the snake's dark lair. He shook his head frantically as the older man descended once more and his screams once again made no difference.
Iruka stumbled out of the shower, falling against the wall, and sank to the floor, hugging himself. Damaged goods; tainted. He struggled to rise to his feet, telling himself he had to get dressed and get out in public. In public, there was little chance of being hurt. But in his penthouse suite--the one Orochimaru was aware of--he was a sitting duck.
The door locked behind the man in turmoil and he headed for the elevator, vowing he would never set foot in the complex again. Even if it meant killing himself.
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A/N: Ai-yah~! (slaps forehead) I think I got a little too depressing on the end there. I actually added this last minute because I thought� "This is aff.net. People expect to see smut, man�!" So� the chapters over at ff.net are missing a few things that the chapters here have. Think of yourselves as� privileged~ (blows kisses)
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