Hatred Bonded

        Only pulling the young-nin closer to Kakashi, he cocked his head slightly muttering into the dark haired that covered Menma’s ear “like I said before, it’s not a matter of choice. I’m giving you one, but if you insist being taken by force…–I’m sure I can oblige.”

     The silvered shinobi increasing his hold on the others wrist, trying to twist Menma’s arm behind his back as he continued his cold gaze as he pulled back. “I don’t mind, either way you’re coming with me. But I’ll let you decide just how” a taunting smile painted at his lips.

He hated being pulled closer to the man currently causing him so much grief. He had no desire to be any nearer to him, and Menma snarled at the man angrily. “Taken by force?” the black haired male sneered. “What a pretty fuckin’ threat. As if you can do anything more than irritate me.”

“I’m deciding to go where I please,” the boy spat, fighting the hold on his arm as it was twisted-and nearly dislocating his own shoulder as he lunged towards Kakashi, sharpened nails of his other hand finding his throat and gripping.

             the pain is sudden and fiery hot as the blade rips through his flesh, feeling it snap through the bone of his palm and lodge into the tree behind him. a hiss escapes him, and anger flares in his gut – he doesn’t take that sitting down. a knee comes up, making contact with menma’s gut and knocking him back for enough time to rip the kunai out of his own hand, blood spraying out of his wound – and immediately blood-soaked and injured hand wraps shaking fingers into black locks of the other man’s hair, soaking it in crimson and blade comes to his throat. ‘ if you’re going to be that arrogant you should at least live up to it. ’ 

The sound of violence was so satisfying-as was the feel of crunching bone and tearing muscle. It made him grin and was, admittedly, more than a little bit of a turn on. He’d thought the other at least partially incapacitated, however, so when the knee hit his gut, Menma let out an oomph of surprise and stumbled back.

Drops of blood splattered his face and before he could even lick it off his lips, Menma was on the defensive with pale fingers in his hair and a blood-soaked blade to his throat. “I am that arrogant,” he chuckled. “And I’m not the one with a hole in my hand.” he lunged forward, slicing his own throat slightly as his tongue found Sasuke’s pale cheek and licked a verticle line up to his temple. One hand clasped over Sassuke’s uninjured hand and claws dug into unmarked flesh as he forced the knife back and Sasuke with it. 

        Naruto couldn’t help but smile at the other. It was hard to stay mad at him, especially under the circumstances. Though he kept whether or not he would miss him a secret. “Shouldn’t we be finding shelter? It is going to rain after all.” 

        “Yeah you are funny…—Funny lookin’.” 

“I hate you.” He meant it when he said it-just as he meant he’d eviscerate the blonde for fun. “Did you know that? I’ve never hated anyone in my life like I hate you.” Blinking, the former-jinchuuriki waved an arm at his doppelganger dismissively. 

       ‘ don’t mistake my mercy for lack of ability, menma. if i wanted to land a hit. i would have. ‘ 

"Come here."

"Suck me."

"Get on your knees."

"You're going to cum for me now."

"Beg for my cock."

"I want you wet for me."

"Mmm this tight ass/pussy belongs to me. Do you understand?"

"You're mine to play with and do whatever I want to."

"You're just here to satisfy/serve/please me. Is that clear?"

"Shut up. I don't care what you want. You're here to do what I want."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Beg for it."

"Louder".

"Not good enough. Try again."

"Good girl/boy, you can cum now."

"You're such a good girl/boy"

"You make me so hard."

"I want to cum in that wet little mouth of yours."

"I want you to swallow my cum."

"Open your mouth, I want you to drink all my cum."

"Spread yourself open for me so I can see you."

              his grumpy attitude never sleeps,  she noted.   nevertheless, the rosete strides right after him,  following as he searched for safety.    ❝   slow down,  —  menma   !   ❞   it was getting closer,  the storm roaring overhead.

        This guy. Cerulean eyes returned the gesture by rolling so hard it hurt. “Yeah, and we gotta give thanks that most people aren’t like you.” 

        “Oh–… Are all criminals buzzkills or is that just you?” 

In a sudden fit of immaturity, Menma stuck his tongue out at the blonde, retracting it a second later with a roll of his eyes. “Please. I’m memorable and you’d miss me if I didn’t exist.” His voice was heavy with sarcasm-he didn’t even believe his own words. 

        Cocking a brow as he stood his ground Kakashi let each word that was spat his way simmer and pass over his head. 

  Although Menma’s outburst wasn’t something the copy-nin had fully faced he still grasped at the others wrist as it was passed Kakashi’s way. “I’m confident I’m right, you may understand one day when you actually say something worthy” coldly taunting the dark-haired rogue his grip only tightened as he kept an tight smile at his lips “I didn’t ask you to listen to me..–I’m telling you. Or you can kiss your left hand goodbye.” The threat was real, continuing to add pressure to his grip the silvered-nin only returned the harsh gaze given.

Menma was jerked to a stop by the grip on his wrist, and narrowed blue eyes slid to the side to find Kakashi’s. He hated the man’s tone of voice and the only reason he wanted to stay was to teach the man his place.

And possibly rip off his arm. 

        “Why is it that when ever I suggest doing anything fun, you bring up a gross way you could kill me?”  

        “At least most people like children.” 

              a long sigh.    ❝   no,  but you said something about it and i’d rather not travel in the rain,  menma.   we should stop and eat.   ❞

                    ❝   then let’s find somewhere to stop.   ❞

         “But haven’t you always wanted to fool around in the rain? Makes me feel like a kid again!” 

     “If by fool round you mean eviscerate you....then maybe. If only for the ease of cleaning it up.”

        Menma seemed to be a ticking time-bomb, although words were wasted Kakashi had no intention of backing down now. Instead he paced forward, invading personal space to claim it as his own and install dominance.

  “I understand. You can’t grasp the idea that you are wrong.. You might want to consider this a loss though; I don’t intend to let you leave until you’ve heard me out.”

     His eyes widened in a modicum of surprise before sharply narrowing to a harsh glare at Kakashi approached him. Fists clenching, Menma bared his teeth at Kakashi with a hiss.