Into the Fire

Chapter Fifteen

Ibiki woke before dawn, the soft rays of moonlight dappling the room with a cool, hazy glow. He wrapped his arms more tightly around the man currently curled up on his chest, resistance softening as he studied the handsome face in repose. “What do you want from me Kakashi?” he whispered huskily while his hands idly stroked silky alabaster skin.

He was startled when sleepy eyes cautiously blinked open. “Everything.” a hoarse voice whispered, “Everything I’m not allowed to have.”

The interrogator’s heart ached at the pain visible in usually shielded mismatched eyes. “The rules have changed Hatake-san . . . you can have whatever you wish.” he responded stiffly.

“Neither of us is stupid.” the copy-nin spat back, “So don’t lie to me.”

“I have no desire to lie to you.” the scarred man continued softly, “What is it you think you can’t have?”

“You, to start.” Kakashi said bitterly, “But I disgust you . . . sometimes you forget, but then you always pull back.” he finished somberly.

“No, it’s not that . . .” Ibiki trailed off, uncomfortable with delving too deeply into his desires.

“Then what?” came the venomous retort.

“For god’s sake look at me.” the scarred man practically bellowed, “I’m hideous . . . you don’t actually want me, you just feel you owe me for retrieving you from Grass.” he finished in a steely voice.

“So you’ve got scars . . . big deal.” the copy-nin sneered, “Half the shinobi in this village have scars. I, on the other hand, am a dirty, filthy, disgusting whore . . . and I have been for most of my life. Excuse me if I don’t have a lot of pity for you.”

“You’re not dirty or disgusting.” Ibiki said tenderly, cupping a pale cheek and forcing the suddenly skittish jounin to meet his gaze. “You’re a prize . . . you always have been. That’s why so many people wanted you all these years.”

“Some prize . . . booby prize maybe.” Kakashi grumbled, “If you mean that then why do you keep pushing me away?”

“I’m . . . afraid. I haven’t allowed anyone close to me in a very long time.” the interrogator admitted gruffly.

The copy-nin smiled when Ibiki’s words registered, then he leaned in and sealed their lips together. The kiss was soft, and tentative, giving the interrogator time and space to retreat if he so desired. The next kiss was firmer, decisive, though still chaste, a warmly molded connection that sent sparks surging through the scarred man’s chest.

When their lips met for the third time Ibiki took control, cradling the copy-nin’s face in a massive hand as his thumb tenderly smoothed over the jounin’s throbbing pulse. When the interrogator finally swept his tongue out to taste, Kakashi opened eagerly, pulse hammering as he overrode his ingrained response and pressed tightly against the larger form.

The heady mix of arousal and fear had the copy-nin hard as a rock already, and he let out a low broken moan when his weeping length brushed Ibiki’s sizeable bulge. The lusty growl that spilled from the scarred man’s throat in response sending frissons of excitement rippling through Kakashi’s lanky frame.

The copy-nin forced unsteady hands to work on the cloth barrier still separating them, numb fingers somehow forcing slippery buttons through too small holes until he was finally able to push the shirt off broad shoulders. Pale pink lips nipped and nibbled their way down the interrogator’s corded neck to a surprisingly sensitive collar bone, before worrying a bronze nipple to hardness, lapping at the perked flesh before blowing gently and smirking at the echoing groan it produced.

Kakashi turned his head, intent on teasing the other nub . . . in its place he found a two inch wide ridge of scar tissue which he eagerly traced with his tongue, lapping and sucking his way down Ibiki’s heaving chest and across taut abdominals. The jounin stiffened warily when he found himself flipped on his back with ease, easing minutely when he recognized the answering lust in the scarred man’s eyes.

The copy-nin’s head lolled bonelessly as Ibiki kissed a path from the crown of his head down the long scar bisecting his sharingan eye, ending in another deep breathless kiss. “Want you so bad.” the interrogator muttered, the acknowledgment finally breaking the barricade holding his lust in check.

Ibiki lapped and suckled his way down the lanky body, following pink satiny ribbons of scar tissue as they wound their way down the silky torso, stopping to tease the tempting divot of the jounin’s naval before reaching his prize. The scarred man grasped the bobbing length in a strong calloused hand before dipping his head to swipe his tongue through the sticky beads of precum dotting the tip, closing his teeth gently around the trembling rings and giving a slight tug.

Kakashi bit back a scream, arching involuntarily closer to the source of pleasure. “Delicious.” came the husky mutter before the copy-nin found himself swallowed to the root, wicked tongue swirling around the head, tangling and tugging on the captive rings as the interrogator’s teeth scraped over the prominent vein.

“Stop or I’ll come in your mouth.” the jounin husked urgently, ending in a low, trembling moan.

“I want to taste you.” Ibiki growled in response, the vibrations sending the copy-nin’s arousal spiraling even higher. The interrogator growled again as he fondled swollen testicles, blunt nails tickling across the wrinkled sac.

Kakashi struggled against the hands holding him, desperate to thrust up into the hot wet perfection of Ibiki’s mouth. He started to shake when a finger began to teasingly massage his pucker, pressing and stroking the sensitive nerve endings. When the thick digit finally slipped inside he came with a long, keening wail, hands desperately scrabbling across scarred shoulders in search of purchase.

The interrogator lifted his head, licking his lips as his eyes locked lustfully with the copy-nin’s dazed, mismatched pair. “More.” he rumbled erotically before once again kissing the stunned jounin breathless, then taking advantage of Kakashi’s distraction to change their position yet again.

The copy-nin fisted his hands in rumpled sheets, goose bumps racing up his frame as a taunting tongue traced a wet trail over the arch of his foot and up the tender flesh behind his knee, ending with a sharp nip on his inner thigh. His eyes went wide in shock when Ibiki’s hot, wet mouth began to tease his puckered entrance while strong hands kneaded creamy cheeks.

The scarred man growled and moaned as he licked and sucked Kakashi’s sensitive ring, finally thrusting the tip of his tongue inside with a swirling motion that had the copy-nin scrambling for something to cling to. When he couldn’t stand the temptation any longer Ibiki slowly inserted a lubed finger, quickly adding a second and thrusting them deep, firmly stroking over the copy-nin’s prostate to hide the burn as he scissored the digits, stretching the tight ring for a much larger intrusion.

By the time he added a third finger Kakashi was once again rock hard, shaking and moaning as he tried to force the digits deeper. When he eventually pulled his fingers free, the interrogator found himself pushed back as impatient hands yanked at his waistband, sliding pants and boxers down muscular legs.

The copy-nin let his eyes roam over Ibiki’s broad form, drinking in his first unhindered view of his new lover. He idly noted the ridges of scar tissue crisscrossing the muscular torso and winding their way down long legs, before zeroing in. That’s the one he’s worried about, Kakashi decided as his eyes fell on the thick puckered seam where one of the scarred man’s testicles had been sheared away, so he dropped to his knees, laving and sucking the wrinkled sac.

The interrogator immediately tried to pull back, but wiry arms wrapped around his hips, pinning him close until he relaxed, letting his legs fall open and rocking his hips into the sensation, groaning loudly when a slick hand wrapped around his straining cock and began to stroke.

“I want to be inside you when I come.” Ibiki gasped brokenly as he felt his arousal harden impossibly, “Please, tell me you want this.”

“Of course.” Kakashi husked as he positioned himself over the scarred man’s twitching length, only to have the tables turned yet again as his back was pressed into the mattress and long legs coaxed to wrap around Ibiki’s waist. They both held their breath as the broad head slowly parted the tight ring, and the thick shaft inched into the hot furnace of the copy-nin’s body.

Once he found himself firmly pressed against smooth cheeks, the interrogator dropped his head to pant, hot breaths tingling against the sensitive skin of the jounin’s neck. The copy-nin’s head was reeling, his entire body hypersensitive. “Please,” he gasped, “Please.”, rocking his hips in an attempt to tempt the larger man into doing what he wanted.

Ibiki took a deep breath, gradually pulling his hips back until only the head remained inside, then suddenly snapping them forward with a twist, striking Kakashi’s prostate head-on, drawing a warbling shriek from the reserved jounin as he arched and writhed in pleasure, short nails digging into the flesh of the scarred man’s back.

“Harder.” the copy-nin sobbed . . . and Ibiki was happy to comply, driving into him with long smooth strokes as he slid a hand between them to rub Kakashi’s dripping length, tugging lightly at the captive rings as he spread the slippery precum over the swollen head.

“So good.” the interrogator groaned as his rhythm began to falter, pistoning into the clutching heat and tipping pale hips to slide even deeper. He twisted his wrist, dragging his nails across the slit of the copy-nin’s throbbing cock as he slammed home, and Kakashi came with a roar, clinging desperately to Ibiki’s broad form as he clenched and trembled, hot seed pouring out between them.

One, two, three more thrusts and the interrogator could hold out no longer, succumbing to sensation and filling Kakashi’s ass with his hot come before claiming his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. “Thank you,” he muttered into the copy-nin’s mouth, “so sweet, so fucking good.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Kakashi mumbled, eyes already drooping, “sleep now, talk later.” With that he drew Ibiki into the protective circle of his arms, nuzzling his face into a broad shoulder before dropping instantly to sleep. The scarred man smiled goofily as he idly stroked sweat matted silver strands, his heart beat gradually slowing and his eyes slipping shut.