Fanning the Flames

Chapter Fourteen

“I don't know what you're looking at so pointedly.” Itachi muttered, catching the swordsman off-guard. “Is there some reason you're playing peeping tom instead of going to see your little friend?”

“What?” Kisame rumbled, even as he cursed the Uchiha's keen senses.

“Your green-haired friend, he paid me a visit this evening.” the Otokage continued acerbically, “He asked me to tell you he'd be waiting in the same place tonight . . . you should hurry up so you don't miss him.”

“What did he say to you?” the Mist-nin demanded.

“He told me about what's really going on between you and senpai. You should have told me Kisame, I feel terrible about the position I've put him in.” the raven-haired nin explained.

“You feel terrible?” the swordsman grumbled, “Hatake's the one who should be feeling guilty. He's stringing you along and playing games with all of us. You should just send him back to his husband and be done with it, the last thing you need is all this stress. Besides, he's obviously ill, I don't want you catching whatever it is he has.”

“That would be impossible.” the slender Uchiha chuckled, “What senpai has is certainly not contagious.”

“And what's the old man doing here anyway, I thought Hatake hated him?” the Mist-nin pressed on as if he hadn't been interrupted.

“I believe Jiraiya is here to take over as Otokage.” Itachi mused, “I could be wrong though, senpai didn't have time to explain before he got sick again.”

“He's trying to take your job from you?” Kisame growled, “That's not going to happen.”

“Relax, he's not taking anything. Senpai merely wants someone trained so I can retire when I'm ready. He worries about my stress level too, you know. In any event, shouldn't you be heading over to meet your friend? What's his name anyway? He didn't introduce himself when he stopped by.”

“His name is Zetsu.” the swordsman mumbled guiltily, “I don't have to go if you need me here.”

“I'll be fine.” the Otokage assured him, “Senpai is right here if I need anything.” He cast a fond look at the lanky form currently slumbering away, seemingly oblivious to the conversation taking place.

“Yes, he looks like he'd be so helpful.” the Mist-nin snarked, “Some ninja he is, he hasn't even cracked an eye to see what's going on.”

“You'd be surprised Kisame.” the copy-nin muttered hoarsely, “I'm more aware than you know.”

“How much have you heard?” the swordsman demanded, “Have you been listening this whole time?”

“Of course, I am a jounin after all.” Kakashi complained, “It's not like you were trying to be stealthy. Your chakra is blazing and you're not too good at keeping your voice down either.”

“Just go so we can get back to sleep.” Itachi demanded grumpily, “I don't want to deal with you right now.”

“Fine.” Kisame barked, turning on his heel and marching out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut behind him.

“That didn't go well.” the silver-haired man murmured, “I'm sorry 'tachi. Did you want to go after him?”

“No, let him go play with his 'friend' Zetsu.” the Uchiha pouted, “I don't need his interference. We should just go back to sleep.”

“Fine by me, I'm exhausted,” the copy-nin agreed, pulling the slender man into his arms and kissing him gently before instantly dropping back to sleep.

“What in the hell were you thinking?” Kisame bellowed as soon as he arrived at his rendezvous with Zetsu, “I thought I made it very clear that Itachi was off limits.”

“He deserves to know what's going on.” the green-haired man explained with a sly smirk, “Besides, maybe now you'll realize that you're better off with me.”

“You selfish little prick.” the swordsman roared, “Who gave you the right to ruin my life?”

“I hardly think I've ruined anything.” Zetsu replied confidently, “What kind of relationship is based on lies and half-truths? Now that everything's out in the open you won't have to sneak around anymore. I just wanted to be able to spend a little more time with you.”

Kisame felt a growl building in his throat as his rage blinded him and he wrapped a hard hand around the slighter man's throat. “I should kill you for this.” the Mist-nin growled.

“As if.” his green-haired lover retorted with a choked snicker, “You need me.”

“I. Do. Not. Need. You.” the swordsman bit out, punctuating each word with a punch or a kick, finally dropping the slender nin and planting a massive foot firmly on his lover's throat. “Do. You. Understand?”

Zetsu gritted his teeth, sending chakra to the muscles of his throat to keep his oxygen from being completely cut off. “Look you asshole.” he managed in a rough gravelly voice, “This isn't getting you anywhere. Let me up and we can talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Kisame growled angrily, “In fact, I never want to see you again.”

“Oh really.” his green-haired lover taunted, “You're ready to give up sex then? Or maybe you were planning on taking your lust out on your precious Uchiha.”

“I'll show you lust.” the swordsman raged, grabbing a handful of mossy hair and using it to drag the smaller man into the bedroom. He raised his hand, pulling the struggling nin into the air and gracing him with a smirk before tossing him onto the bed. The Mist-nin pinned his captive with a knee as he bound Zetsu's hands to the headboard, pulling out a kunai and roughly cutting away his clothes.

A broad sadistic grin spread across Kisame's face and he dragged sharp nails down the front of the green-haired nin's writhing torso, eyes lighting when blood appeared in the furrows left in his hand's wake. The massive man dipped his head and licked up the welling crimson, drawing a harsh gasp from the bound figure.

“None of that.” the swordsman sneered as he wadded up Zetsu's discarded shirt and stuffed it in the bound man's mouth, noting with pleasure the hint of panic in his eyes. He dragged his tongue through the spreading blood again, giving into his instincts and sinking his teeth into the pale flesh.

Zetsu's back arched like a bow when those sharp teeth sank into him again and a strangled shriek filtered softly out past the makeshift gag. “I see you're enjoying our little game.” the Mist-nin declared with delight, wrapping a strong hand around the green-haired nin's burgeoning erection and giving a few firm strokes. The swordsman then proceeded to continue his trail of sharp bites down the length of the heaving torso, lapping and sucking the wounds until his face was smeared with blood.

Maybe I pushed him too far this time, Zetsu fretted as he frantically searched the face above him for any signs that this was one of their usual 'games'. Kisame looked like a demon, face coated in blood and eyes practically glowing with bloodlust. The green-haired man struggled to communicate around the scratchy fabric filling his mouth, panic welling inside him as the swordsman drew closer to his bobbing length.

As thin lips wrapped around his throbbing cock the bound man almost melted, thrusting his hips up sharply in an attempt to get more of the pleasurable sensation. His insolence was rewarded by the heart stopping feeling of sharp teeth clamping down on the tender flesh and he whimpered in fear as he waited for the strong jaws to snap shut. Instead he was rewarded, Kisame's hot mouth sliding slowly down his leaking dick to the base before needle sharp teeth once again pressed into his hypersensitive flesh.

The Mist-nin pulled back, eyes sparkling, and easily flipped the slender form, immediately sinking razor sharp teeth into a creamy ass cheek. “Your blood is so sweet, Zetsu.” Kisame murmured as he lapped up the glittering ruby droplets. Just when the green-haired man began to relax under the ministrations, a spreader bar was shoved between his legs. Tears trickled out of amber eyes as two thick fingers were unceremoniously shoved into his unprepared entrance, although the hunter's erection told a different story, bobbing and twitching excitedly at the rough handling.

When two more fingers worked their way inside the green-haired man began to cry in earnest, struggling to breathe around the obstruction in his mouth as his nose swelled from a well-placed punch. When the rest of Kisame's fist battered through the overstretched ring Zetsu stopped breathing altogether, his world going white as his orgasm rolled over him and he came hard onto the sheets.

“You should have waited for me.” the Mist-nin husked dangerously, abruptly yanking his fist out of the abused passage and replacing it with his leaking cock. The swordsman hammered into the bound form, scratching and tearing the pale flesh with his sharp teeth and nails until his entire torso was coated in his lover's blood and his strokes became erratic.

Finally Kisame could hold out no longer, slamming into the hunter with as much force as he could as he bellowed his release, shooting his seed deep inside his lover's battered body. The swordsman panted roughly as he came down from his orgasm, finally collapsing to the side and throwing an arm over his eyes.

After a few minutes the Mist-nin's heartbeat returned to normal and he turned over to observe the bloody bound form. He quickly removed the spreader bar and flipped the slender man back over, tugging the gag out of his mouth and stroking a surprisingly gentle hand through the sweat matted locks.

“Asshole.” Zetsu bit out, “I could have suffocated.”

“You should be happy I didn't kill you.” Kisame rumbled, “One of these days you'll push me too far.”

“I'm not worried.” the hunter replied with a smirk, “The sex is always fantastic when you lose control like that.”

“Roll over so I can take care of your back.” the swordsman insisted as he ran his palms over the pale torso, healing the furrows and punctures.

“Maybe I like your marks.” the green-haired man argued, “You don't always have to heal me.”

“Humor me.” the Mist-nin pressed, flipping the smaller man himself and going to work on the wounds there. “Oh shit.” Kisame muttered when he reached the tattered overstretch ring of muscle, “I did a number on your ass.”

“It was amazing.” Zetsu assured him, “I enjoyed it as much as you did. But now I'm ready for a shower, I hate the feeling of drying blood.”

“Up you go then.” the swordsman urged as he undid the bonds on the hunter's wrist and helped him to stand on wobbly legs, “Let's get you clean.”