Divided Loyalty

A/N: This took forever to write. DX I have too many fics to write and chapters for all come out slowly. At least I'm inspired, if terribly busy with RL. *sigh* I hope you like this one.



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Satterb: I am always glad to hear from you! I am so sorry I am updating so slow, Uni life is eating my free time.

freehugs: Yes, his mean streak is (mostly) over. He's not a bad person, he was just very angry, and with good reason. :D I think anonymous reviewing is allow for my fics, btw.

Googledi: YonKaka is one of my OTPs as well. Along with Uchihacest and PeinKakaPein. *cough* Frankly, I still want a giant orgy with the lot of them, LOL.

Mellymoew: I am very glad you like my story. I don't want to spoil the details at the moment as to how Kisame and Sasuke got together after Akatsuki crashed and burned, but as to the question "Why they got together?"... Erm, it was actually an idea born from a discussion with Satterb. I really do love KisaSasu and it occurred to me to put the pairing in the fic. I tried to figure a reason why later. *blush*





CHAPTER 14







“Don’t worry, beautiful. I ordered enough food for the both of us.” He reached to tuck a soft strand of hair behind his ear. “I just like the thought of you eating off my plate and from my hand too much.”



The red-head blinked at those words and actually blushed, clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment at being caught just how hungry he was again. The hunger, but physical and another, of a more preternatural origin, gnawed at him, slowly chipping away at his self-control. He deliberately focused on his hands resting on the silken material of his kimono, trying to compose himself and failing miserably until he felt a gentle, warm hand cupping his cheek.



“Hey. It’s okay.” Arashi-san said and gave him a soft, soothing smile. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”



Their faces were very close together and he could feel the soft, warm breath of his client whispering against his cheek as he gave him a tentative answering smile. Arashi-san leaned and kissed his temple, a tender gesture that surprised him with its chastity. He wasn’t used to being treated like that, not after all the time he had spent on the run, offering himself even to the most brutal of Johns who viewed him as nothing more than a peace of meat with a warm hole they could use. It was a string of systematic abuse that had begun to blend together with his past experiences after he lost his parents until he truly began to believe that it was all he was good for, and all that he had tried to achieve with Akatsuki had been nothing but a silly dream. Yahiko’s dream, but he was no Yahiko, was no leader. He had never had those qualities. All he had been good for was to be a figure-head in the place of a sinister man whose ideals were a far cry from Yahiko’s beliefs.



Being treated with such kindness was unusual, uncharacteristic and undeserved and he had no idea how to react to it. Part of him craved to lean into that tender touch, close his eyes and allow the other man to shower him with tenderness and attention, but the bitter, cynical part of him, the one that still remembered the abuses, the betrayals and the hunger kept reminding him that this could be an elaborate, cruel game this man was playing. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all. He remembered a swirly orange mask and cringed. The other felt him flinch, of course, and pulled away immediately to take a look at his face.



“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” he sounded generally concerned. Nagato quickly shook his head.



“No. You’ve been more than kind to me.” He hurriedly reassured him.



Minato looked both sad and disappointed.



“You still don’t trust me.” He stated. The gentle hands combed through his bright ginger hair. “I wish I could get my hands on the people who hurt you so deeply, Nagato-kun. I would show them what real pain is.” Steel rang in his voice, steel which was inconsistent with the image of a rich trader. Nagato blinked at him, surprised in this sudden change in demeanor. If he were less tired, if his mind wasn’t so addled by his hunger, this brief show of fierceness, as well as the flare of chakra that accompanied it would have made alarm bells to go off in his mind, but as it was, he was too distracted and had no strength left to be paranoid.



“My past is of no consequence, Arashi-san.” He replied and laid his head on a broad shoulder. “Only the present.”



The blonde made a noncommittal sound.



“You should tell me sometime. I promise not to judge, whatever it is you share with me. I cannot believe even for a minute that you are doing this willingly, and yet I have not seen a pimp so far.”



“I am a stranger in a strange land. Honorable work options are nonexistent for me, I’m afraid.” That, at least, was relatively true. It felt good to speak the truth for once.



That was when the waitress returned, carrying a large tray filled with bowls and plates, pleasant aroma wafting towards Nagato and his companion.



His stomach growled and he perked up as she served the food, then left after a quiet bow. Arashi-san used the serving spoon and moved some of the food in his own plate, then took a bite and his expression melted in bliss.



“Oh, this is good.” He purred and took another bite. Nagato swallowed and looked down at his hands again, trying to ignore both the twisting in his stomach as well as the fire in his veins. Suddenly the source of the pleasant aroma appeared much closer, right under his nose and something soft and juicy touched his lips. He looked up sharply and saw that Arashi-san was offering him a piece of smoked fish, his expression sweet and expectant at the same time.



“Have some?” he offered with a smile and Nagato hesitantly wrapped his lips around the chopsticks, even if his most fervent wish was simply to devour all that was on the table. Then all coherent thought was forgotten, because the taste exploded on his tongue and left him dizzy with sheer pleasure. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly, chewing as rapidly as he could.



“This is amazing.” He muttered with a full mouth.



Arashi-san’s strong hand pulled him close again and tugged him to sit in his lap, then offered him another delicious morsel.



“There. I was quite sure you’d like sea-food.”



“How so?” he asked between bites. The next was a piece of shrimp in delicious sauce.



“You seem like a person who hasn’t spent much of his life anywhere near the sea. Fish is a luxury.” Arashi explained, his free hand gently rubbing his chest through the silken kimono, curling over his bare shoulder.



He nodded, feeling shy once again. Why was it that he felt so bare when he was with this man, so utterly vulnerable? He had been with so many, trying to make ends meet, and yet none of them had ever affected him this way.



“Down in the Land of Wind they’re the same.” Arashi-san mused. “They dream of fish and crab and shrimp in their desert homes.



Nagato remembered something which Sasori had mentioned to him long ago.



“I’ve been told that scorpions taste much like crabs. They’re pretty much desert crabs, come to think about it.” He pointed out and watched as the other laughed.



“I had no idea.” Arashi-san muttered with amusement, blue eyes glinting.



Nagato felt bolder and reached for the plate, taking a piece of crab meat and offering it to the blonde, wondering if he wasn’t overstepping his bounds. Arashi-san took the meat from his fingers and licked the sensitive tabs of his fingertips, running his wet, agile tongue over the delicate flesh. Nagato’s breath caught. When was the last time someone had touched him with such tenderness? He couldn’t remember. Arashi-san’s blue eyes were smouldering as he watched him take another piece and feed it to him, before taking a bite on his own and once again closing his eyes in pleasure. Strong hands tugged and lifted him until he was sitting astride his client’s lap, the kimono spread obscenely up to his thighs, revealing the silken stockings and the lacy underwear. Soft lips mouthed the bared, sensitive flesh of his exposed neck and shoulders and a question hand ran up and down his smooth thigh. Nagato moaned and wrapped his arm around the blonde’s broad shoulders, reaching with the other for another morsel.



The combination of delicious food and Arashi-san’s tender ministrations was intoxicating, powerful enough to almost drown out the other hunger he felt – almost, but not quiet. The more the man touched him, fed his physical form, the more he aroused him, the more the Hunger gnawed at him, like a living organism inside of him, demanding that it be satiated before it sprang forth and harmed his benefactor.



Nagato mewled and rocked eagerly against the gentle hand that cupped him through his panties, inserting one finger under the elastic to tease the moist head, using the others to fondle the soft flesh of his balls that spilled from the sides of the tiny piece of lace. He let out a growl and buried his face in the crook of neck and shoulder, licking at the throbbing veins he found there, his self-control slowly but surely slipping away from him, prompting him to nip at the tender flesh, again and again, each time harder and deeper, struggling desperately with himself not to break through the skin – he needed this man, he desperately needed his money, he couldn’t allow himself to anger or frighten him.



Just when he felt even the last vestiges of his control slipping away, when he prepared himself to plunge his teeth in that warm, throbbing flesh, Arashi-san suddenly grabbed him, rolled them over and pressed him the ground, forcefully holding his wrists above his head.



All coherent thought fled Nagato’s mind, leaving only his baser instincts behind. Bloodlust and sexual desire mixed in a heady combination and he thrashed wildly under the man, teeth bared in a snarl, his own blue eyes flashing as he growled and snapped, trying to reach back to what he desired the most.

Minato stared in surprise akin to shock at the creature he was currently holding down, stared at the elongated canine teeth, the pale lips, the wide, almost glowing blue eyes, listened to the inhuman growls the creature was producing as he was trying to free himself from his grip.



He had felt the rising aggression mixed with the desire, had felt him preparing to strike, but even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t imagined that he would face something like this.



Minato was a smart, educated and experienced man and it wasn’t hard for him to conclude what was the reason for Nagato’s condition. ‘The soul transfer apparently had unforeseen consequences.’ He thought and tightened his hands around the red-head’s wrists. ‘At least he’s not stronger than a normal human.’ He concluded with relief. ‘In fact, it seems that the lack of fresh blood has weakened him.”



His fury though didn’t seem to be abating, even when Minato noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead and his shoulders, the man continued to struggle, to growl, to roar against him in a bestial fury.



After a short consideration he transferred both wrists in the grip of one hand only, raised his other hand and slapped him across the face with all the strength he possessed. Nagato’s head snapped to the side, his lip splitting and a thin trail of blood pouring down his chin.



The slap, however, as violent as it was, seemed to return coherency, at least partially, in his eyes. He quieted down and stared up at Minato, mute and with wide, glassy eyes. He didn’t appear to recognize him.



Minato regarded him silently for a few moments, then reached for the table and deliberately cut his finger deeply on one of the serving knives, watching as the red-head’s nostrils flared at the scent of fresh blood that wasn’t his own.



Still silent, he moved his hand slowly in front of his hands and then above his parted lips, letting the blood drip in his mouth. The reaction was immediate – Nagato closed his eyes and lifted his head, trying to wrap his mouth around the bleeding thumb.



“Nagato.” Minato said, tone sharp and authoritative. “Look at me.” He paused when there was no reaction. “LOOK AT ME!” he demanded. Glowing blue eyes snapped open and obediently focused on him. “If you try to bite me I’ll stop. I won’t give you any more. You know I can overpower you.” He spoke slowly, evenly, as if explaining it to a child. “Do you understand?”



The red-head stared at him for a few more seconds, then nodded and tried lick the bleeding finger again. Minato chuckled and inserted the entire digit in his mouth, ignoring the slight sting as the agile, wet tongue lathed over the cut and Nagato began to suck it like a kitten, purring softly.



Coherency slowly began to return to the blue eyes, the sinister glow disappearing. After a few more moments, Minato withdrew his finger and let go of Nagato’s arms, noticing with surprise that his slender wrists were dark with bruises.



They stared at each other for a few moments and Nagato’s eyes began to well up, face twisting in utter shame and horror. He turned and curled to his side, tucking his knees to his chest in a fetal position and lifting his arms as if to protect his head from being hit. He began trembling like a tiny, frightened animal.



Minato hesitantly reached for his shoulder and Nagato flinched almost violently when he felt his touched.



“Shhh.” Minato tried to soothe him. “It’s okay. I’m not angry. It’s okay.”



It was just now that he began to understand the magnitude of what this man had done for Kakashi. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how difficult it must’ve been for him to look for sources of blood while trying to provide food and medicine for Kakashi, and trying to keep them safe from Hunter Nin at the same time. And he had never abandoned his former student, hadn’t wavered in his single-minded determination to take care of him, no matter the cost to his personal well-being. Despite his initial anger towards him, despite his bitterness over Jiraiya-sensei’s death, he couldn’t help but feel humbled, especially considering how he, Minato, had failed Kakashi.



He continued rubbing his shoulders gently, feeling the tense muscles under the fair, slightly freckled skin. The red-head was still trembling, obviously fearful of his touch, expecting to be hurt, punished, abandoned.



“I’m not going to hurt you, Nagato.” He said gently. “I promise you that.”



He used his other hand to try and tug his arms away from Nagato’s head, and the other obeyed after a short struggle, revealing a ghostly pale, tear-streaked face. Minato cupped his cheek and gently ran a finger over the full, luscious lips.



“Do you want more?” he asked quietly. Nagato blinked, uncomprehending. “Do you need more blood?” Minato repeated, clarifying his question. Slowly, Nagato nodded, still wide-eyed and confused. The blonde just smiled and reached for the table again, making a deeper cut across his fingers. Being an experienced Nin, despite the new body he inhabited, the sting of the wound was barely noticeable.



With his other hand he tugged and pulled the man beneath him until he turned around on his stomach, then offered him his bleeding fingers. The hungry, wet mouth immediately wrapped around them and they both sighed with delight. Minato reached and grasped the hem of Nagato’s kimono, pulling it up over his waist, revealing the lacy g-string he wore. Minato smiled at the sight, then hooked his thumb under the elastic and pulled the panties down past Nagato’s stocking-covered legs, then dropped the little ball of silk next to his head.



The wet tongue was still sliding over the cuts, even if he could tell that the bleeding was slowing down. The red-head was purring, eagerly lifting his hips when he felt him preparing him with some of the butter they had brought along with their meal and rocking back and forth as Minato breached him, spreading the slick inside of him.



Minato looked at his partner while he removed his fingers from his backside and reached to lower his fly and take himself out of his pants. The red-head was flushed, his hair disheveled, the kimono opened wide and lifted above his waist, silk-covered legs spread wantonly, invitingly, eager to receive him, the soft mouth still wrapped around his fingers, suckling on them with the determination of a hungry kitten. He was the very image of desire.



For a moment Nagato withdrew from Minato’s fingers and looked back at him over his shoulder, blue eyes once again smoldering, but no longer with the manic, hungry gleam from before. There was warmth there now, and trust, and desire, and the blonde held that gaze when he guided his erection to the glistening little hole and slid in, watching as the full, blood-stained lips spread in a perfect little “O”.



“Arashi-sama…” the red-head moaned and tried to push back, to get more of that thick, hard organ inside and Minato forced himself not to cringe at the sound of the fake name rolling off that beautiful mouth even as he shuddered in pleasure at the tight heat that enveloped his erection. He shouldn’t have lied to him like that. It was too late now to turn back.



He leaned and planted a gentle kiss on one flushed cheek, then wrapped his arms around the other man and began to thrust. Nagato purred in pleasure under him, hips bucking to meet his rocking, moaning quietly as Minato reached down to palm his erection between the silken folds of the kimono. Nagato reached boldly behind him, clutching at his partner’s flank, hand twisting in the material of his shirt and pulling him closer, more and more sweet moans spilling from his lips.



Minato knew that while this establishment was very tolerant, they would never tolerate them bothering other guests. For a moment he prepared to gag his lover, but then a better idea occurred to him. Nagato was only too enthusiastic when the fingers returned to tease his lips and he ran his tongue over the still oozing cuts, tasting the coppery tang.



“You like this, don’t you?” Minato murmured in his ear. “Me having you like this. Giving you what you want… what you need?”



At Nagato’s silent nod he slid in his fingers in his mouth again, then began to thrust them in and out in time with his hips. He could feel Nagato melting in his arms as he pistoned his hips back and forth, trying to moan around his fingers, his saliva soaking his hand as he sucked on them.



“You like sucking cock, don’t you?” he teased, whispering in the flushed ear, nibbling at the soft, heated flesh. Nagato’s only response was a muffled whimper and a sharp jerking of his hips, his thighs tightening around Minato’s hand when it slid down to fondle his balls.



A fantasy emerged in the blonde’s mind – Nagato and him were in the same position as in this moment, the red-head kneeling submissively before him, taking him from behind, Kakashi standing in front of them, slowly thrusting in and out of that eager mouth, his fingers tangled in the vivid hair. His former student looked healthy and happy in that fantasy, flushed with pleasure, his single eye gleaming with passion and focused on Minato, the red-head between them writhing in ecstasy… The dream Kakashi bit his lip, moaned softly and finished, throwing his head back, the taught muscles of his stomach rippling as he pumped his seed in his lover’s waiting mouth…



The orgasm overtook Minato by surprise and he growled as he finished, hips snapping forward in a feverish pace. The pleasure was so intense that he blacked out for several seconds and when he came to there was wetness on the hand between Nagato’s thighs as well.



Minato took several deep, calming breaths, waiting for his rapidly beating heart to slow down a little, to be able to think more clearly than he did now, and then withdrew. The red-head under him whined a little at the loss but made no attempt to move from his position, sprawled as he was on the pillows and the tatami. Minato looked at him again, taking in his form once more, focusing on the upturned bottom and the dripping, reddened hole. Some of the come – both his own and Nagato’s - had stained the kimono and was still seeping sluggishly down his thighs.



It was just now that he noticed how thin the other man was, how pale and frail he appeared. He had seen him naked more than a few times now, and yet it was the first time when he paid attention to that. Before, he admitted to himself, cringing at his own behaviour, he had been too focused on punishing and hurting him, and perhaps the thin form had only further enhanced his rage and his lust. He could snap that man like a twig, all the power he once had was lost and out of reach. Without it, Minato had found out from his research, the man would be little more than a talented Chuunin, far below his abilities. Should he decide to hurt him, there was nothing the red-head could do to stop it. And a few short days ago, he found that thought painfully arousing.



Hurriedly, he grabbed several of the napkins on the table and wiped himself clean, then tucked himself back in his pants and zipped them. With a few more of the napkins he made an effort to clean up his partner as much as he could before carefully tugging the kimono down to cover his nudity, the guilt for having used him like that growing with each passing moment.



Finally, when Minato covered him the other dared to move, slowly rolling onto his back and then pulling himself up in a sitting position, trying to put his garment in order and tie the sash again so that it would be at least relatively presentable and not completely obscene. When he was done, he turned and looked at Minato, his expression guarded but with fear lurking behind the blue eyes. He said nothing, watching him, obviously waiting for Minato to make the first move.



“You don’t have to tell me what the reason is behind this, if you don’t want to.” Minato reassured him. “It’s not any of my business.”



The other blinked, his eyes widening – he had obviously expected an outburst or violence or both.



“How could it possibly not bother you?” Nagato asked quietly, voice almost quivering – it was obvious it took a terrible effort to remain calm.



“I have seen… many strange things in my time.” Minato offered. “I haven’t always been a merchant, you know.”



Nagato stared at him, blood draining from his face.



“I am not in that business anymore.” Minato reassured him. “Whatever it is that you are running from, and I can tell that you’re running from something, it’s not any of my business. I just enjoy your company and I’m ready to pay for it. No questions asked.”



He could see that the need for money was struggling with caution in Nagato’s tired mind. The red-head nervously licked his lips.

“How much money?” he finally asked.



“The same sum I paid you last time.”



Nagato swallowed as he remembered – the blonde had paid him more that he could make for a month if he worked every night.



“Where’s the catch?” he asked, smoothing the Kimono over his knees. The other man shrugged and smiled.



“No catch, other than that I do not share. If I am to pay you such a hefty amount of money for your service, I expect you not to entertain any other customers.”



The other nodded, looking relieved.



“How often do you need blood?” Minato asked him. Nagato flinched at the question, but then responded, clenching his fingers in the material of his garment.



“Every week, at least once, in the ideal case. I can hold out for much longer, but it gets worse with each passing day.”



“I’ll give you that as well then.” He offered.



“You would? Why?”



“So that you don’t go around looking for other people to feed on.” He gave him a roguish smile “You’re very sexy when you feed and when you’re hungry… I wouldn’t want someone else to decide to keep you all for himself.”



Nagato actually flushed at the compliment and mumbled something under his breath. Minato reached and ruffled his hair, then pulled him back in his lap.





“Now. Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” Minato announced.