Questionable Loyalty

It was high noon when a man walked through Konoha’s main gate, undisturbed by the guards posted at it, other than to show them his passport for a brief moment. Soon, they had forgotten all about him, lost among the numerous visitors – merchants, clients of the Tower, visiting nin – mostly genin from allied villages coming here for a short period of time to train under Konoha masters. In the hot summer day Konoha was bursting at the seams and, despite his unusual and striking appearance, the man soon disappeared into the crowd.

Kakashi walked down the street, his masked nose firmly buried in the book he was reading, rereading actually. While he enjoyed the fleeting distraction it provided, he couldn’t focus on it – the pervasive heat distracted him, he felt as if he was imprisoned in his vest and ever-present mask, sweating heavily under them but too stubborn to take them off. Especially the mask. He felt tired, and sleepy and over-heated and it dulled his senses enough not to react fast enough when a pair of hands grabbed him from behind – one around his middle, the other pressing over his mouth – and pulled him back in a dark side-alley. He immediately began to struggle furiously against his attacker, but the arms around him were bars of steel and wouldn’t release him.

Kakashi was preparing to finally get serious and drive his elbow in the man’s ribs when a soft, gentle chuckle in his ear stopped him in his tracks. He knew that voice – he would recognize it anywhere and anytime – it was the voice that haunted his dreams and waking hours ever since he returned to Konoha after his capture.

“You need to be more alert, Kakashi.” The deep voice said and the younger man turned his face to the side, looking at a familiar visage. His captor smiled minutely again and released him for a moment, long enough to spin him so he was facing him completely, then press his back to the brick wall of the building behind Kakashi.

He was not a tall man, in fact, he was actually a little shorter than Kakashi himself, elegant and of slender build which did nothing to show the strength that hid in his body. He would have been unremarkable if it weren’t for piercings that adorned the pretty face and ears, along with the shock of bright ginger hair. His eyes were a pale grey colour and Kakashi briefly wondered if it was a jutsu or that was what they looked like when his Rin’negan wasn’t activated. Dressed in civilian clothes – dark pants and a washed out green shirt – the Leader of the Akatsuki didn’t look like he was the head of one most powerful threats to the Hidden Villages that had ever existed.

“Pein.” Kakashi hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.” The other man stated calmly.

“What if we’re seen? If I am seen with you?” Kakashi exclaimed.

The red-head shrugged gracefully.

“No one has ever heard of me, Kakashi-kun. No one outside of Ame doesn’t even know I exist and back home people haven’t actually seen me. So calm down. I won’t blow your cover.”

Kakashi narrowed his eye.

“Sooner or later you will have to reveal yourself. And then someone here might remember seeing you here.”

“In that case you will have to be very quiet, so as not to draw attention.” Pein said.

“Wha..?” Kakashi tried to protest but after lifting both his arms above his head and holding them up with one hand, the red-head used his free hand to pull his partner’s mask down and press his lips to his.

Kakashi mumbled another protest against the insistent lips and the older man took the opportunity to slide his tongue in his mouth, questing, teasing, cajoling his lover to answer his kiss. After a few more seconds of struggle Kakashi gave up and relaxed in the powerful grip, opening his mouth wider, his own tongue curling around the wet invader and teasing gently. Soon their kiss became sloppy and messy, months of pent up passion coming to the fore.

Pein sharply pulled back and took a deep breath, looking down at the jounin, who looked back at him with a dazed expression on his flushed face, his lips parted and moist and kiss-swollen, his head-band slightly askew, panting rapidly as he trembled in his grip. Pein’s eyes slid down the toned body and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the bulge tenting the man’s pants.

“Eager, are we?”

Kakashi flushed and looked away in a gesture that was endearingly shy, especially coming from a man who had the reputation of being a pervert. However, Pein knew that it was only a front, a mask, one of the many the younger man had adopted long ago to use as barriers, a way to keep people at an arm’s length – and perhaps even farther away. Whatever sexual experience Kakashi had had before meeting him had obviously been brief and tense and unsatisfying. It explained his bouts of bashfulness.

The sight only served to arouse the red-head further and he pressed close to his lover again, sliding his pierced lips down his throat, pulling at the collar of his turtleneck jounin shirt to reveal more of the soft pale skin. He clamed down over his pulse-point, feeling the man’s heart flutter wildly against his tongue, like the wings of a trapped butterfly. Kakashi whimpered softly against his sounder and mouthed the faded green clothed, biting down on it to try to keep himself quiet. His hips jerked hungrily and Pein pressed a thigh between them, allowing his lover to rub against it.

Umino Iruka walked down the narrow alley, absently dreaming about a cool shower and an even cooler glass of tea when he got home, reaching to rub the sweat off his forehead with annoyance. Today was even hotter than yesterday, and it appeared it would stay that way for at least a week, perhaps even longer.

He was passing by one of the numerous side alleys, even narrower and darker than the one he was using, when something in his peripheral vision made him stop his tracks a few steps after seeing it. Backtracking, the chuunin carefully peered behind the corner and stared, his mind slowly comprehending the sight. There was a couple inside, making out, pressed against the brick wall amongst the trash that littered the alley. The teacher flushed and was about to leave when a stray sunray was caught on one of the men’s pale grey hair, making it shine like spun silver before the man’s lover pulled him further into the shadows.
Now, in the whole Konoha Iruka knew of only one person with that particular shade of hair-colour, especially considering that this was obviously a young man. A young man wearing a jounin uniform. That much was obvious. The idea that Hatake Kakashi, one of the haughtiest, most arrogant and standoffish people Iruka knew would engage like a hooker in such illicit behaviour in a back alley was so outlandish and unreal that the chuunin gave a touble-take before pausing and considering his next course of action.

He could pretend he hadn’t seen anything and leave. He could pretend that this wasn’t Kakashi and still leave. Or… he could stay and watch. While he was a very discrete person and had excellent manners, Umino Iruka was also a painfully curious man – a feature that was related to his occupation – he was a ninja, even if he spent his time instructing immature brats.

And that curiosity made him choose the last option.

Narrowing his eyes, he tried to focus and extend all of his senses to discern what was going on inside the alley – yes, it was clearly Kakashi, he could see the head-band used as an eye-patch over the shoulder of the jounin’s red-headed lover. The teacher’s eyes widened when the other man finally moved a little to the side and he was able to see Kakashi’s face. The fact that he was handsome, almost painfully so, didn’t surprise him – the tight mask had implied as much – but the look on his face shocked him. He was the very picture of pure submission, a pet waiting for his master’s orders. Iruka had always thought that Kakashi’s was incapable of such a thing – even when he took orders from the Hokage herself he looked like he was accepting suggestions. But this, this was completely new and unexpected.

The man’s lover said something to him, too low for the teacher to be able to hear and then slid his fingers in the soft pale hair, pushing the man down on his knees among the trash. Kakashi kneeled willingly and reached to undo the red-head’s pants, taking out his erection and needily wrapping his soft lips around the moist head, his hand curled at the base. The other man allowed it for a few moments before his fingers in the jounin’s hair tightened and he began to thrust, fucking his mouth roughly.

Iruka stared in mute surprise, expecting that the proud jounin would protest the rough treatment, but on the opposite – the older man slid his hand between his thighs and cupped and rubbed his clothed erection eagerly, opening his mouth wider, his hips rocking against his own hand as he kneeled among the garbage.

The sight was shocking and arousing at the same time and Iruka bit his lip to resist the tightening in his loins. He was beginning to understand Jiraiya’s fascination with watching.

In the alley, the red-head thrust a few more times before he withdrew and Iruka felt amused when he saw that Kakashi tried to chase the hard cock with his mouth despite the harsh grip in his hair. When it didn’t work out he looked up at his lover with an expression that reminded the teacher of a kicked puppy.

The man let go of his hair and gently caressed the distressed face, then pulled the jounin up again, kissing him with surprising tenderness. Then he reached and began to undo his pants, sliding them down his toned, slender legs and then waiting Kakashi to step out of them.

Despite his surprise that Kakashi was willing to expose so much in such a risky, public place, Iruka’s eyes were drawn to his body, running over the long, athletic legs and staring at his erection, proud and reddened, curving up to his flat belly, revealing a pair of taut, plump balls nestled between his thights.

The red-head suddenly grabbed the jounin and lifted him with surprising strength for a civilian, holding his knees up over his arms, practically folding Kakashi in two, exposing his behind to him. With a single, sharp thrust, he slid in the man’s unprepared entrance. Kakashi’s jaw dropped and he flung his head back, but he did not scream. Iruka winced in sympathy and debated whether or not he should interfere before he reminded himself that this was Hatake Kakashi and none of this could possibly happen without his consent.

The red-head began to thrust savagely in him, rough and fast and hard, jarring the jounin up and down like a helpless ragdoll. Despite this, Iruka could see that he was still aroused, perhaps even more so than before, he could see the look on his face – an expression that was somewhere between a pure bliss and a terrible agony. He obviously enjoyed this.

Suddenly the red-head’s thrusts slowed down and became shallow and gentle and he leaned to kiss his lover’s panting mouth tenderly, whispering something against his lips. A sweet, loving expression spread over the jounin’s features, perhaps the most shocking sight of all that Iruka had witnessed that day.

Iruka had no time to take a better look though because the pair suddenly disappeared with a sharp crack and a large cloud of smoke, leaving his staring down the empty alley.

They rematerialized right over Kakashi’s bed, him on his back on the hard mattress, his legs still wrapped around his lover, panting against each other’s mouths.

“You deserve better than a dirty alley, Kakashi.” Pein whispered against his lips and gave him another tender kiss, then began to thrust gently inside of him, watching as the younger man began to relax, bliss written on his features, his erection trapped between their bodies, leaving wet, glistening trails on his green shirt.

He took his time, taking him slow and deep and thoroughly, just like he had dreamed of doing for the past months. How he missed feeling his lover’s clenching heat around his cock, his sweet moans in his ears as he claimed him over and over.

Finally, the jounin came with a soft sigh and shuddering tightening around his organ, his back and hips arching off the mattress as pleasure coursed through him like an electric current, and then finally sagging back down exhaustedly, spreading his legs further as Pein raced towards his own completion and spilling in the welcoming heat.

Afterwards, they laid curled together on the mattress, the sheet kicked to the ground, holding each other despite the heat. Pein was nuzzling the soft pale hair and pressing tender kisses over Kakashi’s ear and shoulder, hands gently running over his muscled back and thighs, enjoying the expanse of smooth, silken skin and tracing the occasional scar.

“You took a great risk coming here.” Kakashi obviously hadn’t given up on chiding him.

“I haven’t seen you in months. Even my patience has its limits.” The red-head answered.

“We were watched.” Kakashi remarked. “It was that nosy Academy Teacher.”
Pein shrugged.

“He didn’t see my face. Stop worrying. At worse, he’d start spreading gossip that you have a lover.”

Kakashi frowned furiously then, but Pein kissed the furrow between his eye-brows away.

Soon though, it would all be over. Once they had Hachibi, Kakashi would lure his former student out of Konoha and deliver him right into Akatsuki’s hands. Pein’s hands. And then the world would be theirs.