Into the Fire

Chapter One Hundred Seven

“As much as I'm looking forward to it sweetheart, I'm not a kid anymore . . . I need to rest a minute.” Ibiki rumbled as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you going to sleep?” Kakashi asked in amazement, “I thought you were excited about tonight.”

“I am excited about tonight . . . I thought you were tired.” the interrogator complained.

“I was tired of the party . . . I never get tired of you.” the silver-haired man husked erotically as nimble fingers danced across a scarred torso. “We at least need to get cleaned up.”

“Alright, I'm up.” the scarred man groused as he swung his legs off the bed, scooping up the slighter man and rising shakily, adjusting his grip on his husband before striding out onto the engawa, skirting the pond until he reached the furo sunk into the far end. “How's this?”

“Heaven.” the copy-nin replied with a smile, “You know I love to soak . . . the view just makes it all the more enjoyable.”

“It is beautiful here this time of year.” Ibiki concurred.

“I meant you.” Kakashi chuckled, “And you say I can't take a compliment.”

“You should be used to them by now.” the interrogator retorted drily, “It's a good thing you still wear your mask most of the time or you'd be mobbed wherever you go.”

“I hope not . . . I thought I'd abandon it now that I'm a married man.” came the thoughtful reply, “I want everyone to see how happy you make me.”

“Are you sure?” the scarred man asked, tilting the copy-nin's head to watch his eyes, “I know you don't like being looked at.”

“I like it now.” the jounin insisted stubbornly, “I'm proud to be your husband.”

“Thank you sweetheart, you have no idea what that means . . . I never thought I'd hear someone say those words to me.” Ibiki whispered tenderly.

“Well, then I guess I'll just have to show you how I feel.” Kakashi said with a leer, “I did promise to pound that fine ass of yours.”

“You did.” came the nervous reply, “I imagine you want to do that now.”

“Not if you don't want me to.” the copy-nin soothed, “I'm not going to force you . . . please talk to me 'biki.”

“I'm just a little . . .” the interrogator trailed off, unsure of how to express his misgivings.

“A little what?” the jounin cooed as he snuggled against his husband's broad chest, “Just tell me, I won't be upset.”

“I haven't . . . it's been . . . I'm scared, okay?” the scarred man finally whispered, “I haven't been on the receiving end of sex since the torture chambers in Rock . . . I know you won't hurt me like that but . . .”

“But you're still afraid.” Kakashi finished, “It's alright . . . we don't have to if you don't want it. I'm just fine with things the way they are.”

“But I'm not.” Ibiki retorted angrily, “I want this with you . . . so just do it already.”

“Not like that I won't . . . just relax.” the silver-haired man soothed, “We'll start slowly, shall we. How about this?” He leaned forward and captured thin lips in a soft, searching kiss, coaxing the interrogator to deepen it until their tongues were battling passionately, slick muscles sliding together in an erotic dance that left them both breathless.

“Why don't we take this back inside where we'll be more comfortable.” the copy-nin husked, pulling himself out of the water and turning to offer a hand to his husband. When the interrogator took it he easily pulled him up and into his arms, scooping the much larger man up, bridal style, and heading back inside.

“Put me down, I can walk.” the scarred man complained as he attempted to free himself from the confining hold.

“I know that . . . I'm pampering you.” Kakashi teased as he slipped back into the bedroom and deposited his captive on the rumpled bedcovers. “After all, I want you to relax.”

I’d forgotten how strong he really is, Ibiki mused as he was placed gently on the bed. Abandoning all thought when an insistent mouth descended on his, languidly taking control as calloused fingers pinched and rolled his nipples.

The silver-haired jounin continued to work his way down the scarred torso, nuzzling the interrogator's muscular abdomen before taking his cock deep in his throat. A talented tongue tickled the ridge as Kakashi began to hum, bringing a hand up to gently massage his husband's balls.

The scarred man tried to concentrate on why he had thought this was a bad idea, he couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted it . . .more than want, his mind supplied as the copy-nin’s wicked tongue made him hiss his pleasure. I can do this, I can do this, he chanted. Ibiki’s world spun and he found himself naked on his hands and knees on the bed, the copy-nin’s lean form pressed tightly against him for a long moment before pulling away.

“This makes me so hot.” the silver-haired man murmured as he traced the kanji tattooed on his husband's muscular cheek, bending to suck the inked skin hard, drawing a low rumbling growl from the usually quiet interrogator.

Ibiki let out a surprised “Ahhh” when he felt a calloused finger stroke his puckered entrance. When that finger slowly dipped inside he had to fight the urge to throw the smaller man off. Relax, relax, the scarred man chanted to himself like a protective mantra, it's just 'kashi, he won't hurt me. Still, it was impossible to prevent the tension that overtook him, his entire body going rigid as it attempted to push out the intrusion.

“Easy baby,” the copy-nin urged, “I know it feels weird, just give me a chance.”

One finger became two, two became three, and Ibiki writhed and moaned as he pushed back against them. “Now, please, hurry.” he whispered, groaning when the fingers retreated, only to gasp as he felt something much larger push against the softened muscle.

“I want to see you.” the silver-haired jounin decided, easily flipping his tall lover and kneeling over him, tenderly stroking a scarred cheek as he intently studied wide onyx eyes. “Promise you’ll tell me if you want to stop?” Kakashi asked seriously. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I promise.” Ibiki replied, “Now move.” he ground out as he thrust his hips up, startling them both and dragging a ragged moan from the copy-nin as their hard cocks slid against each other.

Burly legs were coaxed to wrap around a slender waist as the silver-haired nin carefully drizzled more lube over his aching length before positioning himself and slowly gliding into Ibiki’s body, moaning when he was enveloped in molten heat, “No such thing as too much lube.” he muttered before recapturing the interrogator’s mouth in a searing kiss.

“Fuck.” was all he could manage to utter when he was finally sheathed to the hilt, shivers rippling through his lean frame as velvety walls relentlessly clutched his rigid length. Kakashi fought for control as he struggled not to move, tenderly stroking his husband’s chest as he waited for the large man to adjust.

Finally the almost painful pressure eased and the copy-nin slowly pulled out until just the head remained inside Ibiki’s quivering ring. He carefully drizzled more lube over his exposed length, jerking when the cool liquid hit the heated flesh. He took a deep breath and slowly slid back in to the hilt, drawing a deep growl from the interrogator.

When Ibiki began writhing beneath him he slowly pulled his hips back until just the head remained inside and waited. “God damn it ‘kashi, are you going to fuck me or not?” the stoic man grumbled, ending in a gasp when lean hips snapped forward, striking his prostate dead on.

“Let me enjoy this Ibiki.” the copy-nin husked, “I want to drive you crazy.” he began rolling his hips as he spoke, rubbing the interrogator’s sweet spot, making him squirm and pant. “Please . . . let me love you like you love me.” He grinned rakishly down at his husband as he continued to swirl his hips, bending to capture thin lips in a deep erotic kiss.

Ibiki thought about everything the copy-nin meant to him . . . and the answer was easy. “Please love me ‘kashi.” he rumbled, “I want to be yours.”

“Oh, you’re mine all right, I-bi-ki . . .” his husband crooned as he thrust sharply forward, striking his prostate and causing the large man to cry out wantonly. “That’s right, let me know how much you want me.” he continued to pant words of encouragement as he set a lazy pace, wanting to make the heady sensation last.

“'kashi,” the interrogator whined, “so close.”

“Well, then I need to slow this down . . . I want to make it last.” the copy-nin husked as he stilled his movements, pulling out until only the head remained and swirling the tip as he very gently began to stroke his husband’s purpling length.

“No, don’t stop.” Ibiki wailed as he tried to thrust back against the hard length piercing him. “Please . . . I need you.”

“And I need you too sweetheart . . . I’m still here.” Kakashi soothed, “Just relax, let me take care of you.” He bent to capture tempting lips again as he slowly began to thrust, carefully avoiding the scarred man’s prostate, gradually building the pace until they were both teetering on the brink. Unable to hold out any longer, he began to speed up, no longer able to maintain his composure after so much stimulation. “Gods you feel so good around me.” he growled as he reached between them and wrapped strong calloused fingers around the interrogator’s weeping length.

Ibiki tossed his head back and wailed when the copy-nin began to stroke his throbbing erection in time with his thrusts. He vaguely noted the absence of the pain he had anticipated, totally lost to the rising pleasure. Kakashi growled in arousal and nipped at a scarred ear and the interrogator let out a shriek as he came, spraying his seed across his chest, blind and deaf to anything but the overwhelming tide of sensation sweeping through him.

The pale man could hold out no longer, the convulsions of Ibiki’s hot passage sweeping him over the edge, efficiently milking him of his orgasm. He groaned at the sensation, swaying slightly before dropping heavily on his husband’s broad scarred chest. “Are you okay?” he panted as he forced his eye open to study the face inches from his own.

“I’m wonderful.” Ibiki replied honestly, “You’re wonderful . . . but now I really need to rest.”

“Just a quick nap.” the copy-nin declared sleepily, “I'm not done with you yet.”