Into the Fire

A/N - First of all, thank you so much to all the readers of this story . . . I never, ever thought I'd break 25,000 hits with this pairing!! An especial thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, your kind words keep me inspired. Sorry for the delay . . . this chapter stumped me for a couple of days . . . hope it was worth the wait!!


Chapter One Hundred Six

Hours later the party was still going on, although the couple at the center of the celebration had long since retreated to a secluded corner of the garden where they sat comfortably curled together observing the revelry from a distance. “Is is time to go home yet?” the copy-nin murmured sleepily, “It's been an awfully long day.”

“I think we still need to do the cake thing.” the interrogator grumbled, “Or we could just slip out right now . . . I don't think anyone would notice.”

“Do you really want Kurenai banging on our door later to complain?” Kakashi asked rhetorically, “Let's check in before we leave, just in case.”

They stood together, linking hands and heading back inside, stopping to gaze around the crowded space in search of the dark-haired kunoichi. Halfway across the dance floor the copy-nin veered off to intersect Genma and Iruka, who were swaying back and forth in each other's arms as they shared a very passionate kiss. “I'm glad to see you made up.” the silver-haired man quipped, “I'd hate to have you two lovebirds unhappy on our wedding day.”

“Actually, I have to thank you Kakashi.” the Hokage declared with a brilliant smile, “Apparently your example rubbed off on my errant lover here . . . he finally broke down and asked me to marry him.”

“Congratulations.” the copy-nin replied, delighted by the news, “I'm very happy for you. Ibiki always said he wanted us to have what you two had. So, when's the big day?”

“Not for a while.” Genma sulked, “Ru says we have too much planning to do. He's making me wait six months.”

“I imagine he's worth waiting for.” Kakashi quipped, “You guys take care if we don't see you before we leave.”

“Where are you going anyway?” Iruka asked curiously.

“No idea.” the copy-nin declared with a broad smile, “Doesn't matter as long as we're together.”

“That is so sweet.” Kurenai gushed from behind him.

“There you are.” the silver-haired man exclaimed as he pulled the startled kunoichi into a tight hug. “Thank you so much for everything . . . this is wonderful. Now that I've said that . . . can we go please? I'm getting kind of tired.”

“We can't have that 'shi-kun.” his friend chuckled, “Ibiki will kill me if you fall asleep on your wedding night. All you have left is to cut the cake. Let me make the announcement and you can get out of here right afterward.”

“Yes ma'am.” the copy-nin replied obediently, following her toward the banquet table.

“Alright everyone, the newlyweds are anxious to get going on their honeymoon.” Kurenai announced to a flood of whistles and cat-calls, “So gather round so they can cut the cake and get out of here.”

The guests obediently formed a circle around the pair, laughter breaking out when Ibiki pulled out a kunai and got ready to cut into the elaborate wedding cake. “Absolutely not.” the kunoichi announced loudly, “Honestly 'shi-kun, how do you put up with him?”

“What on earth are you going on about woman?” the interrogator barked, “You said we should cut the cake.”

“Not like that.” the dark haired woman fussed, “Stand like this . . .” she maneuvered the couple until the scarred man was standing behind his husband, arms around his waist, “and you cut with this.” She produced an elaborate cake knife, handle entwined in ribbons, and wrapped both men's hands around it. “Now, cut it together and feed each other a piece.”

“Who made the cake?” Ibiki asked cautiously.

“The bakery . . . why?” the startled kunoichi wondered.

“Oh no you don't.” the copy-nin insisted, turning to pin his new husband with a virulent glare, “No one is trying to poison you . . . eat the damn cake.”

“But . . .” the interrogator started to protest, only to have a piece of cake shoved in his mouth as soon as it opened. “Brat.” he mumbled around the obstruction, “Serve you right if this kills me.”

“It won't kill you.” the silver-haired man snorted, “Honestly, you are too paranoid sometimes. Just feed me a piece of cake already so we can go.”

“Yes dear.” a chastened Ibiki retorted as he shoved a giant piece of cake in his husband's mouth, chuckling when the copy-nin's intended reprimand resulted in nothing more than a shower of cake crumbs.

“I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for coming today and supporting us . . . it means a lot to have our friends here. I hope everyone continues to enjoy themselves. We, however, are out of here. See you all in two weeks.” With that the tall man pulled Kakashi into a deep kiss, making the signs behind his back to transport them to their destination.

When the copy-nin opened his eyes he let out a startled gasp. Instead of the interior of their bedroom as he had expected, he found himself staring, awestruck, at an unfamiliar cabin set next to a mossy cliff. A small waterfall murmured soothingly as it spilled into a pond nestled up against the rustic shelter, and the engawa cantilevered over the rippling surface, giving the impression of walking out onto the water.

“Where are we?” the silver-haired man asked curiously, “This is beautiful.”

“I found this place by accident years ago . . . it was so restful that eventually I bought it and built the cabin. I haven't taken the time to come here in several years.” Ibiki replied thoughtfully, “I hope you don't mind . . . I kept thinking of places we could go, but I was afraid of doing anything that brought up bad memories. Here no one will bother us . . . if that's okay?” he finished uncertainly.

“It's a wonderful idea.” Kakashi assured him, “All I want is you.”

The interrogator gently threaded his fingers into soft silver strands, pulling that tempting mouth to his so he could ravish it, delicately licking plump pink lips, teasing them open before diving inside to taste. The younger man sighed as he let his husband control the kiss, clinging to broad shoulders as he melted against the larger form. The whimper he let out when the kiss broke went straight to the tall man’s groin.

The interrogator easily lifted the pliant man in his arms, striding past the pool and into the cabin, gently laying the lanky figure on the large, comfortable bed before stretching out over him and recapturing his mouth. “Nice bed,” the silver-haired man gasped when the aggressive kiss broke. Ibiki didn't bother to respond, turning his attentions, instead, to a long pale neck, alternating sharp nips with soothing strokes of his tongue. He laved a prominent collarbone before dipping into the hollow of his lover’s throat, reveling in the growling moan it produced.

“This is what I love most about you in a kimono.” the scarred man rumbled erotically as he slowly began to unwrap the rich, heavily embroidered garment, enjoying the play of emotions on his new husband's face as the thick silk slid over his sensitive skin. He lifted an elegant, long fingered hand, suckling and nipping at the digits before traveling up, over Kakashi’s pulse point to the crook of his elbow and on to his tender inner arms. “You taste so good.” the interrogator growled as he suckled a pert pink nipple while he pinched and rubbed its twin, “Just thinking about being inside you is making me crazy.”

The copy-nin let out another husky groan, unable to summon words to respond in the face of so much erotic stimulation. “Oh fuck.” he finally managed to mutter when his husband turned his attentions to a long shapely leg, nuzzling his inner thigh before nipping his ankle. Ibiki then swiped a wet path up the arch before avidly sucking and nipping at Kakashi’s toes, eliciting a frenzied thrashing and a throaty call for more.

“You're still wearing far too many clothes.” Kakashi husked as he twisted around to try and strip the larger man of his somber formal attire. The haori and kimono fell almost instantly under his ministrations . . . but the hakama proved to be more daunting. “Damn knots.” the silver haired man muttered before finally grabbing a kunai and slicing through the tangled straps, finally pushing the pleated pants down and off the scarred man's long legs.

Time to move this along, the interrogator decided as he flipped open the lube and slicked his fingers, carefully sliding one inside Kakashi’s entrance even as he continued to husk impassioned words expressing how beautiful his lover was and how much he treasured him, pledging his devotion and loyalty to this man who had accepted him.

He added a second finger, sliding them in as far as he could, stretching and slicking the tight muscle and occasionally brushing the copy-nin’s prostate, sending shivers racing through his frame. When Ibiki added the third finger he could feel the tension vibrating through Kakashi’s lean body and he stroked his free hand up and down his side as he whispered soothing phrases.

When he finally deemed his lover ready the interrogator removed his fingers. “I can't believe you're finally mine sweetheart,” he growled as he liberally coated his throbbing cock with lube, stroking himself as he waited for pale legs to wrap around his waist, “I was so afraid this day would never come.”

Both men held their breath as the broad head of Ibiki’s cock breached the copy-nin’s entrance, causing the lanky man to pant harshly, tears rising to his eyes as the substantial length slid further inside. Ibiki paused when he was halfway in, stroking and petting the man beneath him. “Just relax ‘kashi, you know I would never hurt you, we’re almost there.” he crooned, “That’s it, gods you look so good like this with my cock in your beautiful ass.”

The interrogator slowly slid home, fighting to keep from coming with every millimeter he pushed into the hot furnace of his lover’s body. “Gods, you’re so tight and hot and perfect,” he groaned, “it’s all I can do not to just pound you into unconsciousness.”

“It’s my wedding night,” the copy-nin ground out tightly, “I want to be ravished . . . now move.” At that harsh command Ibiki could no longer hold back. He pulled out until only the head remained before sliding smoothly back inside. Kakashi thrashed as his prostate was stimulated, torn between pain and pleasure and only able to communicate through broken moans and breathless whimpers.

A few more strokes and the pain melted away in the face of the rising tide of pleasure. The copy-nin began pushing back to meet Ibiki’s thrusts, responding frantically when his mouth was captured, panting and moaning and clawing at the broad scarred back.
When a massive hand slipped between them to stroke his dripping length he wailed his approval.

The copy-nin shuddered with each plunge into his body, the tremors spurring Ibiki on until the lanky man finally froze, every muscle rock hard and straining as he came hard between them with a strangled shriek.

The sight alone was enough to send Ibiki over the edge and he came with a roar, gasping as the convulsions of the copy-nin’s passage milked him dry before collapsing to the side, pulling Kakashi with him and into a deep kiss. “So good, so, so good.” the interrogator husked as the kiss broke, “I may never let you out of this bed.”

“I thought the name of our game was reciprocity.” the silver-haired man murmured, “It's my turn now.”