Kimimaro, Haku, and a Mystery GuestWord Count:
~58,000 in TotalWarnings/Notes:
Overall: Kinky fic is kinky. Sensory deprivation, bondage, impact play, electro play, sounding, D/s relationships, other. Spoilers:
Kimimaro thought he had his life together: he works at Clubs Break and Bliss, he serves his employers to perfection, and he denies himself the things he really wants to remain safe. But then Haku has to escape a damning relationship in order to survive, and Kimimaro spends a year taking care of his new friend in any way he can. His loyalty and exhaustion have not gone unnoticed, and the Powers That Be in Monoshizukanohi make Kimimaro an offer that will change his life.
“Why aren’t you answering?” Kimimaro asked the interior of his car when Haku didn’t pick up his cell phone for the third time. Sighing, Kimi ended the call and tossed the phone into the passenger seat, teeth worrying at his lips hard enough to make them bleed. He glanced up in the rearview mirror and saw the black Mercedes right on his tail, and Kimimaro despaired. He had no idea how Haku was going to react to this, he wasn’t answering his phone so Kimi could ask or warn him, and Kimimaro got trapped between two types of terror: of the unknown and of wasting Itachi’s time.
It was Sunday, Haku wasn’t working, and he said he’d be waiting. It was only half-past nine, so perhaps he was still asleep. Kimimaro felt something like anguish at the thought of Haku hurt, or not home, or this fragile plan falling apart before it had the chance to begin. What if Haku got angry? Didn’t want to meet the man who wanted a night of Kimi’s time?
But this was Master’s wish. Surely Kimimaro could explain that
concept with some accuracy, and Haku would certainly understand, no matter how upset he may or may not get because Itachi was in the apartment.
That thought made Kimi’s eyes go wide and he nearly missed a stop sign, slamming on the brakes at the last second. He pressed a hand to his forehead wondered what in God’s name he thought that he was doing bringing the elder Uchiha to his pathetic excuse of a home.This is insane.
Kimimaro swallowed hard, trying not to hyperventilate, and pulled into the parking lot and then into his designated space. He watched the Mercedes smoothly glide into a Visitor’s spot, and Kimimaro killed the Toyota’s engine, grabbed his phone, and climbed out of the car on legs that threatened not to hold his weight. With twin slams, both Kimi and Itachi shut car doors, and Itachi walked toward Kimimaro, sunglasses covering his eyes. The silky shirt that felt so good against Kimimaro’s skin last night was black and untucked over the leather pants, and Itachi’s hair was curling slightly as it dried.
Kimi’s mouth watered, and he resisted the temptation to bow when Itachi got closer. Instead, Kimimaro nodded once, turned, and led the Uchiha up the stairs and toward his apartment door.
“You live together?” Itachi asked.
“No, just in the same complex. But he’s…supposed to be waiting.” Kimimaro’s hands shook as he got out his keys, but thankfully Itachi said nothing when it took Kimi two tries to get the locks undone.
“Does he know I’m here?” Itachi asked as they walked into the cool darkness of the apartment. All the lights were out, the air conditioning hummed dully, and Kimimaro felt sure, now, that Haku must still be asleep.
“I tried to phone from the car, but he didn’t answer.” Kimimaro spoke softly, kicking off his shoes. Itachi took off his sunglasses and hooked them in his shirt, bending down to undo and remove his boots before walking with Kimimaro down the hallway and into the open living area.
“Doing this later might make sense,” Itachi murmured.
“No,” Kimimaro said, perhaps a little too forcefully, and he froze in embarrassment. The only movement and sound in the apartment was that of a lone ceiling fan, spinning lazily above them, and Kimimaro began to apologize but strong arms wrapped around him from behind. Itachi was roughly the same height as Kimi, and he kissed Kimi’s cheek.
“I’m eager to meet Haku and happy to be here.” Another kiss and Kimimaro melted back against the other man, sighing.
“Go wake him. I’ll wait.”
“As you like, so shall I obey,” Kimimaro said softly, and Itachi squeezed him once before letting Kimi go. Without looking back, Kimimaro crept over to the door into the main bedroom, opening it on silent hinges and stepping inside.
The room was dark, the curtains drawn against the morning light, and all Kimimaro could see of Haku was the very top of his head peeking from beneath a cocoon of covers. Kimimaro felt his expression grow tender as he approached and spied the bottle of Ambien on the nightstand next to Haku’s phone. For a split second, Kimimaro panicked and then he heard Haku’s deep, even breathing. He only took the sleeping medicine once in a while these days, and it explained the missed calls.
Cautiously, Kimimaro crawled onto the bed and over to Haku. The young man stirred when Kimi kissed his hair, and he rolled over onto his back when Kimimaro leaned to rest on his elbow, body sideways and covering Haku’s.
“Kimi?” Haku asked, groggy and adorable as he blinked up at Kimimaro. After a few seconds, Haku sighed, smile playing over his lips. “You’re back.”
“I’m back,” Kimimaro agreed.
“Mm,” Haku said and yawned. “Hold me?”
Obediently, Kimimaro crawled onto the other side of Haku’s body and pulled the smaller man and the covers toward him in an embrace. Haku’s lips nuzzled and kissed Kimimaro’s neck, making him shiver, and Haku sighed again: the sound both content and forlorn.
“Haku…” Kimimaro’s mouth went dry, and he was unsure what to say.
“There’s…someone here to meet you.”
“Hm?” Haku asked again, this one more confused but still drowsy.
“The man, from last night, he--”
“What?” Haku asked, pulling back to look dazedly at Kimi.
“The Master. He wanted to meet you.”
Haku shook his head, mouth turned down. “You brought him here?”
“I had to,” Kimimaro whispered, one hand coming up to stroke Haku’s flushed cheek. “He asked to come so he could meet you.”
“I don’t understand.”
Eyes searching Haku’s face desperately, Kimimaro tried again. “Master Neji told him some about our situation, and last night…I…I told him everything.” Kimimaro went six shades of red in shame as Haku’s eyes widened.
“He didn’t take it badly, and I had to tell him. We fought,” Kimimaro said quickly. “But it wasn’t like that…”
“Then what was it like, Kimimaro?” Haku asked, voice surer but dull.
“I said your name in my sleep, and he put two and two together. So I told him about you, he said he understood that I loved you, and that he should meet you.”
“Why?” Haku asked, eyes bright with focus and making Kimi feel like he squirmed beneath an interrogator’s spotlight.
“To get your blessing, or maybe to--”
“Because he wants you again.”
“Haku, that’s what I’m trying to say,” Kimimaro said, louder and rushed. “I think he wants to meet you to…maybe…ask you if…to see if you’d…” Kimimaro faltered hard, words a stumbling mess, and he wanted to yell in frustration but then he saw the confusion and anger clear from Haku’s eyes and realization dawned.
“No,” Haku gasped, but in disbelief, not rejection.
Kimimaro nodded, eagerly, and Haku squeaked, sat up, and smacked the shit out of Kimimaro’s arm.
“Ow!” Kimi protested.
“How could you do
this to me?” Haku said in a sizzling hiss as he scrabbled out of the bed, covers and sheet flying, and stalked toward the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” Kimimaro said, moving fast to keep up with Haku and watching as the boy stripped off Kimimaro’s t-shirt and stood at the sink in silk pajama pants retrieving Kimi’s toothbrush.
“Yes,” Kimi affirmed.
“What, in the damned living room?” Haku asked, getting paste on bristles and shoving the brush into his mouth.
“Well, he’s not on the roof, Haku,” Kimi retorted, exasperated.
“Ew coon’t ‘et ee go
Kimi translated that, trying sincerely not to laugh at the dark scowl Haku shot him as he scrubbed his tongue. “I tried to let you know. I called, but you didn’t answer.”
Haku spat into the sink. “Why are you still here?”
“What do you - ?”
“As opposed to out there
asking our guest
if he’d like breakfast?
” Haku hissed, and Kimimaro’s eyes widened at the venom behind the words. He couldn’t even bring himself to be angry; seeing Haku this upset made him hurt too much.
“Haku, I thought…that this would be a good thing.”
“A…a…good? Oh God,” Haku gasped, pained. He dropped the brush into the sink and he covered his mouth with one hand. “Kimi…it’s a…I…”
Kimimaro shushed the smaller man and grappled him into a hug. “It’s okay,” Kimimaro said.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that this is anything but amazing. It's a wonderful
thing. I feel like I’m going to wake up from a dream any second. And I’m just shocked and a mess and he’s here
and what if he doesn’t like
“Haku, Itachi’s going to – ”“ITACHI?”
Kimimaro full-body flinched at the sheer volume, and Haku clapped both hands over his mouth with a choked, muffled cry of horror.
“Haku!” Kimimaro protested, voice lowered.
Itachi?” Haku whispered.
“Yes,” Kimi answered, frowning and wondering why Haku looked like he was going to climb out a window.
“As in Nagato’s Itachi?” Haku looked an unhealthy shade of white, and Kimimaro grabbed him when Haku swayed.
“Yes. Itachi. The switch from Haze who used to play with Lord Pein, but I think-- ”
There was a knock on the bedroom door, soft and polite.
“Oh,” Haku whimpered. “Kimi…I…”
“What’s wrong?” Kimimaro asked.
“Make him go away,” Haku said so softly Kimimaro barely heard him. “I can’t see someone like that looking like this
“Haku, I think that’s a little--”
The door opened and Kimimaro nearly pulled something as he snapped his neck to look at Itachi. Haku stopped breathing and watched with Kimi as the Uchiha calmly stepped into the bedroom.
“Forgive me,” Itachi said, one hand on the doorknob and voice gentle. “I heard commotion.” He paused. “And my name.”
Kimimaro started to say something appropriate but got entirely distracted when Haku stepped away from him, walked quickly out of the bathroom and stopped next to the bed. He tossed his sleep-tousled hair over one shoulder, bowed low at the waist and held the pose, one hand going out to the side in a graceful sweep of sinewy arm and upturned palm. “Forgive us, Sir,” Haku said in a respectful, sure voice that made the hair on Kimi’s arms stand on end.
“We did not intend to keep you waiting. Kimimaro and I were just discussing plans for breakfast and attempting to make me more presentable for a first meeting befitting your cause and station. My humble apologies and deep regret that you should see us in such a state.”
Kimimaro blinked. Itachi’s mouth opened and closed, and he glanced at Kimi before stepping further into the room. He cleared his throat.
“I accept your apology in humble gratitude, Haku,” Itachi rumbled. “I’m sorry if I’ve caused distress with my sudden arrival, but I was eager to meet the man whom Kimimaro spoke so highly of last night and this morning, as anyone so precious to him must be a treasure, indeed.”
Kimimaro stared at Itachi and his eyes swung back to Haku as the boy bowed lower before rising, hands clasped behind his back, eyes down. Kimi shifted his weight, feeling like he was somehow…intruding.
“I am humbled by such an opinion, good Sir, and fear I shall never be able to adequately achieve a status worthy of it,” Haku said.
“I disagree,” Itachi said, walking closer. Kimimaro saw Haku flinch, and Itachi paused, expression momentarily pained. He glanced at Kimi, who nodded and walked over to rest his hand on Haku’s bare back.
“Itachi was very good to me last night, Haku,” Kimimaro said softly.
“I have no doubt,” Haku said deferentially.
“Haku,” Kimi sighed, wishing he knew what to do to make this easier.
“May I come closer?” Itachi asked.
“Of course,” Kimimaro answered immediately, and beneath his palm, Haku tensed. Kimimaro looked down at Haku, hand rubbing in a small circle. He wanted to hug him and tell him everything was fine, that Itachi would love him because Haku was impossible not
to love – that of the two of them, Haku was the one more worthy of such emotion – but fear and deep shame iced Kimi’s heart as he wondered if that was his own bias and longing overriding all else.
“Haku?” Itachi said quietly, not moving.
“Yes,” Haku said softly. “You may come closer, Sir.”
Itachi hummed, a pleased sound, and Kimimaro repressed a shiver of delight. Haku remained tense but somehow made it look entirely natural, and a piece of Kimi’s heart tried to break off from the whole. He made a soft noise, soothing, and Haku’s head leaned minutely toward Kimi.
Arm and palm outstretched, Itachi stopped a foot away from Kimimaro and Haku, and obediently Haku held out one hand to Itachi. The Uchiha took it, raised it to his lips and kissed the knuckles, pulling a soft gasp from Haku that Kimi barely heard.
“Do you think I could be merely ‘Itachi’ to you, Haku?” the man asked, voice so gentle it made Kimi ache. It reminded him of Masters Neji and Iruka and Kakashi, and he looked at Itachi in gratitude. The Uchiha’s eyes were on Haku, and he curled Haku’s small hand into a ball and held it against Itachi’s face.
“I’d so like to hear you say my name,” Itachi said quietly.
“Of course, Itachi,” Haku said immediately, still quiet and respectful. Kimimaro saw how his chest rose and fell faster, however, and noted the way the tip of his ear turned pink. He smiled at the tells and then at Itachi.
“You’re more lovely than any memory could do justice,” Itachi said with a sigh, and Kimimaro relaxed when he saw Haku’s shoulders release some of their tension.
“I’m happy to get to meet you like this,” Itachi continued. “Though I’m sorry if it’s not to your liking.” Haku bit his lip and Itachi kissed his hand again.
“It’s my fault,” Kimimaro said.
“There is no blame,” Haku said, voice slightly sharper. “I merely prefer more time to be presentable. When possible,” he added quickly and Kimi put his arm around the younger man’s waist, hugging him sideways.
“I understand,” Itachi said. “Would a day suit you?”
“Itachi?” Haku asked and Kimimaro grinned at the slight offense he could hear in Haku’s tone. He looked to find the corner smile turning up the Uchiha’s lips, and he wanted to cry in delight.
“I’d like you to join me for dinner. Both of you.”
“We’re honored, but I’m not sure we can--” Haku said.
“We’re honored and would be delighted to attend--” Kimimaro said at the same time. He paused, frowned, and looked at Haku in confusion.
“Do you have other plans?” Itachi asked Haku, both hands moving to hold Haku’s small fist.
“No, Itachi,” Haku replied, head raising.
“What is it?” Itachi asked.
Haku sighed, straightened, and Kimi’s mouth fell open as Haku looked Itachi in the eye. “It’s easy for Kimi – the man you wanted, sought out, and played with last night – to want to trust you. To find it easier than I do to trust you. Kimimaro is loyal to all he serves, and I take comfort knowing he finds you worthy of such things but none in how easily he does it.”
Kimimaro gaped. Itachi listened.
“He says you’ve implied that you might want us both. Or that you understand Kimimaro is the kind of man who cannot leave behind someone he loves no matter how much he may want to be with you. It’s one of the reasons I chose him to trust, and one of the reasons I care for him as I do.”
“Haku…” Kimimaro tried to breathe, heart pounding.
“However,” Haku said, light voice stern and cutting off Kimimaro. “Part of that care means I need to know if the dinner tonight is an audition, a supplication, or a way to placate me so you may get what you want.”
Kimimaro made a strangled noise, but Haku looked hard at Itachi, unflinching.
“Silk and iron,” Itachi murmured.
“Only because he loves me,” Haku answered, and Kimimaro leaned to rest his forehead against Haku’s hair.
Looking down at Haku’s hand, Itachi seemed to mull everything over and organize his thoughts. Haku waited and Kimimaro breathed too hard and too loudly in the silence.
“I am…greedy,” Itachi said at long last, voice steady but with a threadbare honesty woven among the syllables that made Kimimaro want to hold him. “Kimimaro -- when he agreed to our night -- it made me greedy. And when he spoke of you, it made me…” Itachi frowned, face drawn, and the circles under his eyes appeared darker. “Made me want to be closer to you both. To understand your strength, to be a part of something for the first time in a long time, and to help, if I can. Help heal. Fill desire. Be…” Itachi looked up, gaze defiant and tired. “Be desired.” He looked at Kimi and then back at Haku, shaking his head. “Greedy. Asking too much, perhaps.”
“You hurt, too,” Haku said, something like wonder in his voice.
“I helped my father die against the wishes of family and shareholders,” Itachi said with an unwavering gaze and a graveyard voice. “They tried to prosecute me for the service.”
“Why didn’t they?” Haku asked.
“Lawyers. Good ones. And I agreed to leave. My younger brother hated me, so I didn’t see the point of staying.”
“So you hid away and found Haze.”
Kimimaro listened in abject fascination, eyes wide and unseeing as the warm scent of Haku’s hair filled his nose.
“Yes,” Itachi answered.
“And then left altogether.”
“When I felt I’d served enough time beneath the whip.”
“You know what we want.”
“You’re a switch.”
“I felt the need to hurt for a long time.”
“Now I find my body enjoys giving and receiving pleasure and pain in equal measure.”
“Ah,” Haku said.
Kimimaro swallowed, blushing as he felt himself begin to harden and turning away from Itachi to rest his cheek atop Haku’s head.
“I do not want mindless submissives,” Itachi said, and he took a step closer. “Slaves under my care will serve me but also themselves. I’m not Zabuza who wants leverage nor Orochimaru who delights in suffering. I like control, I love giving pain to those who want or need it, and my bed is wide and empty.” Kimimaro turned and jerked when he met Itachi’s gaze and it burned his veins with its intensity.
“I’d like to change that,” Itachi stated.
It was Haku’s turn to consider, and again Kimimaro remained silent, eyes locked on Itachi’s and heart skipping beats. Itachi held Haku’s hand and reached to brush fingertips over Kimimaro’s face and jaw, making Kimi shiver.
“Haku…” Kimimaro finally said. “Please…”
“Dinner tonight as equals?” Haku asked, and Kimimaro knew Itachi couldn’t miss the breathlessness of it.
“I’d be honored,” Itachi replied.
“At my home.”
“I’ll send a car. It’s about an hour from here.”
“The car will be here at five.”
“We accept,” Haku said, and Kimimaro felt him tremble.
“Thank you.” Itachi turned and kissed the inside of Haku’s wrist, squeezing his hand. He gently gripped Kimimaro’s face, thumb stroking over one cheekbone. It looked like it took a great deal for Itachi to drop his hands and pull away: the only sign a tightening of his full lips and a flex of jaw muscle. He nodded to them both and walked out of the room.
As soon as the front door opened and closed, Haku collapsed, sobbing and in near hysterics. Kimimaro sank to the floor with him and held him close and hard, kissing hair and cheeks and picking him up to carry him to bed when he began to shiver. Kimi felt wetness on his own face as he wrapped Haku up with body and blanket, kissing him gently between shuddering intakes of breath.
“Kimi,” Haku rasped, kissing and holding: hands desperate over Kimimaro’s skin.
“I’m right here.”
“No, I…Kimi…oh God…” Haku looked at him, eyes wide and red-rimmed. “I…I hope
Haku swallowed and buried his face in Kimimaro’s neck. “Shit,” he said quietly.
Kimimaro held him, both men eventually dozing off in each others’ arms.~*~