Into the Fire

Chapter One Hundred Twelve

It took several months of long difficult maneuvering, constantly monitoring their progress with the sharingan, until Itachi and Kakashi were convinced they had a viable egg. The copy-nin and Kisame both paced worriedly outside the operating room as the surgeon carefully removed the mature ovum, examining it closely under a microscope before finally adding the waiting sperm and waiting for fertilization.

“It looks good.” the fertility specialist pronounced after a lengthy delay, “The next seventy-two hours will tell the tale. If it continues to develop well it can be implanted in three days.”

“Thank you so much doctor.” the silver-haired man, “You'll let us know how the implantation goes?”

“Of course, although I don't anticipate any problems. The tricky part is behind you now.” the medic assured him.

“How's Itachi doing . . . can we go see him?” Kisame pressed anxiously.

“He'll still be groggy from the sedative, but you can see him for a few minutes. He should probably stay here overnight, just to be sure. After all, Uchiha-san's health is not the best.” the specialist explained, “One at a time . . . no more than five minutes each.”

“You go ahead.” the copy-nin urged the worried swordsman, “I'm sure he wants to see you.”

“I doubt that . . . you're the father of his soon-to-be child, after all.” Kisame retorted bitterly.

“That has nothing to do with his feelings for you.” Kakashi chided, “I've tried to get you to join us more times than I can count. I'll be leaving in a few days . . . now is the time if you want to move your relationship forward.”

“With you?” the massive nin rumbled sarcastically, “I'm sure that's the last thing you really want Hatake-san.”

“I think it would ease both of your fears.” the silver-haired man continued implacably, “I'm a lot sturdier than 'tachi, you wouldn't need to worry so much about hurting me.”

“I don't think you understand.” Kisame growled, “Unlike your husband, I am not a nice man. I find the sight and smell of blood to be . . . exciting. I long ago found someone to slake my urges with who is not bothered by my . . . proclivities, I have no desire to expose Itachi to them. I would hate to destroy what we have.”

“Then why are you so jealous?” the copy-nin wondered, “What have I taken from you?”

“Possibilities Hatake-san,” the swordsman rumbled, “possibilities and dreams.”

“They'll need you Kisame.” the silver-haired nin declared quietly, “After the baby is born Itachi will need your help more than ever. I need to get back to my husband and my home, I've been gone far too long. I'm entrusting you to watch over them for me and keep them safe.”

“How can you just walk away?” the Mist nin mused, “I could never leave my child behind like that.”

“I'm not leaving anyone behind.” Kakashi gritted out, “Believe me, I've been left behind . . . more times than I care to remember. He or she will be with you and 'tachi, that's hardly alone or suffering. When you both want or need me, I'll be here . . . but my life is in Konoha with Ibiki.”

“I didn't mean to offend Hatake-san.” the swordsman mumbled, “You are a good man, you wouldn't abandon a comrade, much less a child. Ibiki told me about how you bartered his release from Rock. I am being petty, I know. I really do appreciate everything you've done for Itachi . . . it's nice to see him happy for a change.”

“Go in and see him.” the copy-nin urged, “Make things right between you. Once we know if the implantation is successful I'll be leaving.”

“Things will be just fine between us once you're gone.” Kisame asserted, “We will have lots of time together. You go . . . enjoy this time while you have it.”

“So stubborn.” the jounin murmured under his breath as he headed into the hospital room. “Hello kitten.” he greeted the sleepy Uchiha, “You did wonderfully . . . everything looks great and they should be able to do the implantation in a couple of days. So . . . it looks like we're having a baby. Are you excited?”

“Stop calling me that.” Itachi insisted, face flushing red at the endearment, “Of course I'm pleased. I'll be glad to get back to my normal routine. When will you be leaving?”

“Why so happy to see me leave koi?” Kakashi pressed, “Did I do something to hurt you?”

“No, I just . . . I didn't expect it to be so hard to say goodbye.” the stoic Otokage admitted, voice quivering ever so slightly.

“I think all those female hormones are making you a bit irrational.” the copy-nin decided, “I'm not disappearing. I'll be back for the birth . . . we'll be back.” he corrected himself, “This is the last time you'll see me on my own. Not that you aren't wonderful.” the silver-haired man hastened to assure the wary Uchiha, perching carefully on the edge of the bed and cupping a pale cheek in his hand as he bent to give his lover a long, tender kiss. “I'll always care for you 'tachi. If you need me you know I'll do whatever I can . . . but Ibiki holds my heart. I won't keep leaving him . . . if you want me back here you'll have to send a scroll and ask. No more 'solo mission' ruses . . . understand?”

“When are you leaving?” the dark haired man whispered.

“Not for a few days . . . I want to make sure everything goes alright and you're settled back in at home before I leave.” Kakashi insisted as he stroked the slighter man's inky tresses absently, “I can only stay a few minutes . . . doctor's orders.” he teased, “Kisame wants to see you too.”

“He feels left out.” Itachi said blandly.

“He is left out.” the copy-nin corrected him, “Although I've certainly tried to get him involved. Do you know of our . . . history?”

“Not the details, merely that I needed to watch out, because you would try and hurt me to punish Kisame.” the Otokage whispered uncertainly, “Is that what this is?”

“I'll tell you what I told him . . . I have no desire for retribution of any sort. Sleep now, kitten . . . I'll send Kisame in. I need to go call Ibiki and let him know what's happening. I'll be back to pick you up tomorrow . . . I promise.” Kakashi soothed.

“I'll see you tomorrow then.” Itachi replied absently, “Thank you.”

“No, thank you . . . you did the hard part.” the jounin retorted with a laugh as he headed out the door.

From that point on everything went like clockwork, and five days later the copy-nin found himself lounging in the furo at Ibiki's cabin, waiting impatiently for his husband to arrive. “There you are.” he exclaimed in delight when the familiar form shimmered into view, “Gods I've missed you.” The lithe nin pulled himself from the heated water and flung himself into the beaming interrogator's arms, smiling at the possessive growl that erupted from thin lips when the scarred man found himself with an armload of dripping wet, naked, Kakashi.

“Don't ever stay away so long again.” Ibiki muttered as he began kissing the silver-haired man passionately, even as he struggled to free himself from the clothes interfering with his desire for skin to skin contact.

“Impatient?” the copy-nin chuckled as his hands joined the fray, deftly unbuttoning the tall man's shirt and sliding it off broad shoulders before thumbing the button on his pants.

“Want you now.” the interrogator groaned as he sucked hard on a prominent collarbone, dropping to his knees to inhale his husband's dripping erection, dipping his tongue into the sensitive slit as massive hands clutched and squeezed firm buttocks.

“I can't wait any more.” Kakashi husked as he maneuvered them inside, falling back onto the soft surface of the bed and pulling the scarred man down on top of him. “I've missed being filled.”

“You mean Itachi didn't . . .” Ibiki trailed off uncertainly.

“Only you . . . no one else.” the copy-nin panted, “I belong to you.”

“I hope you weren't planning on stretching this out.” the interrogator growled lustily as he pushed long legs back, bending the lithe nin in half as he roughly spread creamy cheeks. Ibiki began licking and sucking the tight muscle, inserting two fingers and spreading his husband's quivering ring wide to thrust his tongue deep inside, pleased to be rewarded with a broken call of his name when Kakashi's prostate was targeted, enjoying the sight of his handsome lover in the throes of ecstacy as the torture master flicked his tongue repeatedly against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Hurry, please.” the copy-nin panted, “I don't want to come without you.”

“Fine.” the interrogator grunted, rapidly lubing his purpling length before folding the younger man even more tightly, thrusting hard into the softened ring, seating himself to the hilt. Ibiki immediately started to move, pulling almost completely out before slamming back inside, pressing the breath out of the helpless copy-nin with every hard thrust.

“More, please . . .harder . . . love you 'biki.” Kakashi moaned huskily with every jolt to his prostate, causing the scarred man to redouble his efforts, pistoning in and out of the glistening hole as his balls pulled up tight and electric shudders raced up and down his spine.

“With me sweetheart.” he gritted out as he worked a hand between them and began to roughly pull at the copy-nin's rigid cock, shutting his eyes in pleasure as his husband's husky whisper climbed to a piercing wail when Kakashi succumbed to the stimulation, shooting his seed between them as he clung to the interrogator's powerful form, writhing uncontrollably in Ibiki's firm embrace as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, head falling back as he panted for air.

The tall man's eyes were riveted on the passion-hazed mismatched pair as he followed his lover over the edge, bellowing his pleasure to the world as he collapsed to the side, pulling the copy-nin tight against him as they both drifted in a pleasurable haze, content to rest peacefully and just enjoy the warmth of their shared connection.