Into the Fire

A/N - this is the second to last chapter in this epic journey (the foursome will be next and will finish this tale). In a week or so I'll start posting the sequel, Fanning the Flames, which will continue the story!! My most immense thanks to everyone who has spent time reading and reviewing this story . . . your kind words are very much appreciated, and I'm happy to see so many of you were willing to take a chance on these non-traditional pairings!! Even though this story is finishing, I still love reviews, so if you have something to say, please do!!


Chapter One Hundred Fifteen

After the reception Ibiki escorted the newlyweds to the cabin while the copy-nin headed home, trusting in his husband to work out the details of their rendezvous. “Well?” he demanded nervously when the large form shimmered into view, “What's the plan?”

“We'll head over for the weekend.” the interrogator stated, “Give them a few days alone first.”

“Of course.” the silver-haired man murmured, “That's what a honeymoon is for, after all.”

The next few days passed normally enough, with Ibiki heading off to the office while Kakashi baby-sat the twins and hunted for rare volumes, neither man allowing his thoughts to wander to what the weekend had in store.

When Friday night finally arrived the scarred man headed home from the tower, surprised to find his home dark and seemingly abandoned. “Sweetheart, are you here?” he called as he slipped his sandals off, heading into the lounge when he received no response. “Hello little one.” he murmured to Akiko when she came scampering over to greet him, taking a few moments to scoop her up in his arms, laughing when his face was covered in excited slobber as the young ninken struggled to communicate her message.

“He's waiting for me in the bedroom, is he?” he murmured in response to the growls and yips, “Well then, I'd better get going.” Ibiki pushed open their bedroom door and leaned against the jam, taking time to appreciate the the erotic vision that met his eyes.

“Finally . . . I thought you'd never get home.” the copy-nin husked as he stretched languorously, chiseled muscles shifting temptingly under alabaster skin, “Care to join me?”

“Always.” the tall man breathed as he started unbuttoning his shirt, “So . . . what's the occasion?”

“I just wanted to remind you.” Kakashi whispered.

“Remind me of what sweetheart?” the interrogator replied absently as he hurriedly continued to undress, eyes never leaving the moonlit vision sprawled on black sheets.

“Of who you belong to.” the silver-haired nin declared commandingly, “You're mine I-bi-ki, I want to make sure you don't forget it.”

“And how were you planning on doing that 'kashi?” the scarred man murmured as he finally removed the last obstacle and joined his husband on the bed.

“I'm going to love you so well, you'll never think of leaving me.” the copy-nin declared confidently before leaning in and capturing thin lips in a long, wet, devouring kiss.

“I'm never going to leave you sweetheart.” Ibiki assured him when the kiss finally broke, “Although I'm not arguing with your method of coercion.”

“You say that now . . . but Genma and Iruka are both gorgeous . . . and I'm the new guy in the mix . . .” Kakashi trailed off uncertainly, “I haven't been the best husband, I don't want this to put any more barriers between us.”

“There aren't any barriers between us 'kashi.” the scarred man insisted, “I trust you implicitly.”

“I'm having a child with someone else.” the silver-haired man replied flatly, “I haven't been able to convince myself that it doesn't bother you.”

“The truth is . . . I wish it could be you and me.” Ibiki rumbled, “I'm jealous that Itachi can give you something you want so badly and I can't. But that doesn't mean I think you love me any less. I'm not at all bothered by you sleeping with him . . . we belong to each other, nothing can change that. What I am upset about is whatever it is you and Kisame are keeping from me. You know you can tell me anything, don't you sweetheart?”

“I know 'biki . . . but I don't like to dwell on the past.” the copy-nin reluctantly admitted, “Can I just say that a very long time ago Kisame and I spent some time together in Mist as part of our duties?”

“What duties?” the interrogator pressed, hard eyes searching his husband's face for clues to just what he was trying to hide.

“For Sandaime-sama.” the silver-haired man whispered, “When I spent time with the Mizukage.”

“He hurt you?” Ibiki gasped, “I trusted him to keep you safe . . . sent you off alone with him . . . I've been such a fool. Why didn't you tell me? I had him stand up for me at our wedding, for gods sake.”

“I didn't tell you because I don't hold it against him.” Kakashi insisted, “It was a very long time ago . . . and unlike Zabuza, he never pushed for anything outside of what he was ordered to do. How can I fault him for being a loyal shinobi?”

“I . . . I don't know what to say. I feel like I've let you down terribly sweetheart. I'm supposed to protect you.” the scarred man mumbled.

“You could never, ever, let me down.” the copy-nin insisted, hooking his fingers under the tall man's chin and forcing him to meet worried mismatched eyes. “I didn't tell you because there was nothing to tell. You are my opportunity to move beyond all that . . . and I was afraid the more you knew about my past the harder that would be.”

“So I'm just supposed to overlook what he did?” the interrogator asked incredulously, “I don't think I can do that.”

“Which is why I kept it from you.” silver hair flopped to cover mismatched eyes as the jounin studied his hands, “I feel like I ruin everything I touch . . . it hurts to think you'll lose your friendship over me.”

“And it hurts me to think you willingly went off with someone who had hurt you just to avoid disappointing me.” Ibiki retorted angrily, “You need to trust me enough to tell me these things.”

“I don't even want to remember them . . . much less recount them.” Kakashi admitted, “I've kept silent as much for me as for you.”

“I'm so sorry sweetheart . . . I don't mean to push. I just worry so much about you.” the sobered interrogator gritted out, “How about this, I promise not to pry . . . if you promise to let me know if someone isn't willing to leave the past in the past.”

“I promise. I don't mean to worry you 'biki, but I hate needing to be protected, it makes me feel weak and worthless.”

“You are far from weak . . . and I could never think of you as worthless.” the scarred man assured him, “You saved me from my loneliness and taught me to live again. I don't protect you because I think you're weak, I do it because you are so very, very, precious to me. Now, as I recall, you were getting ready to remind me of just that.” he concluded as he pulled the younger man close, pressing their lips together in a heartfelt kiss.

“Nuh uh, my turn.” Kakashi murmured as he dove back in for another kiss, easily taking control as he stretched them out on the bed, his nimble hands tenderly caressing scarred flesh. “You know,” he mumbled as he suckled defined pectorals, “I want to protect you too . . . I hate that you were hurt so badly because I resisted my duty. I wish I could take all your scars away.” he swore as he slid lower to trace the ridges of the interrogator's abdomen.

“I don't. I wouldn't change a minute of my life . . . it led me to you.” Ibiki stated confidently, trailing off into a stifled gasp when the copy-nin's hot tongue slid lower, tickling the slit of his penis idly before darting away to suckle his heavy sac.

Eventually the silver-haired man grew tired of teasing and swallowed the erection bobbing temptingly in front of his face, using the distraction to slide a slick finger through the interrogator's puckered ring.”

“How do you do that?” the scarred man panted, “You always have lube where you need it and yet I never see you using it.”

“Trick of the trade.” the lithe jounin muttered as he added a second finger and began to gently thrust them in time with the bobbing of his head. He smirked in satisfaction when Ibiki let out a loud moan, legs spreading impossibly wide in an attempt to encourage Kakashi to continue. “Like that do you?” the copy-nin inquired as he targeted the interrogator's prostate, eyes darkening with lust as he watched the stoic man writhe wantonly.

“I can't wait any longer koi.” he whispered, quickly lubing his rigid length before positioning himself and slowly pushing through the clenching muscle, both men letting out a sigh as he brushed over Ibiki's prostate and a shudder ran through the scarred man.

“Make me yours.” the interrogator whispered when Kakashi was finally seated to the hilt, “No holding back.”

“I can't say no to you.” the silver-haired man chuckled, “Especially when you're making such a tempting offer.” The copy-nin folded Ibiki's long legs around his waist before shifting to his knees, easily lifting the larger man until only the head remained inside his clutching passage. “We're going to try something new . . . just relax and let me take control, I promise not to hurt you.”

“Just move,” the scarred man managed to grit out, “or I will.”

“Oh no you won't, my turn.” Kakashi hissed as he thrust up hard into the furnace of his lover's body, biting his lip to keep from coming at the deep erotic groan it pulled from the older man's throat.

“Again.” the interrogator begged, “Please, don't stop.”

“I couldn't stop if I wanted to.” the silver-haired man panted as he sped up the pace, easily lifting and lowering the larger man as he writhed and keened.

“Oh gods . . . 'kashi, love you.” Ibiki managed to gasp before he was undone completely, throwing his head back and letting out a massive roar as his come spurted onto the copy-nin's chest.

“I'm not done with you yet.” the younger man growled as he twisted the interrogator to lay on his side, speeding up his thrusts until he came with a choked gasp, eyes falling shut and his whole form shuddering with the force of his release.

“Do that again?” Ibiki asked hopefully.

“Rest first.” Kakashi managed before his eyes slipped shut and he slumped to the bed, pulling the tall man tight before drifting into unconsciousness.