Into the Fire

Chapter Eighteen

Ibiki slowly descended the stairs to the holding cells beneath the tower, reviewing everything he knew in preparation for questioning the Godaime. Okay, here goes nothing, he decided, schooling his face into its usual impassive mask. “Tsunade, I believe it is time for you and I to have a little chat.” he rumbled as he unlocked the door to her cell, “Let’s go somewhere a little more . . . comfortable, shall we?”

The interrogator grasped her arm in an iron fist and steered her down the corridor and into a large empty room. “Where is Hatake?” he ground out as soon as he dropped her.

“Lost him already, have you?” the blonde woman sneered up at him , “Told you he was a pervert . . . he’s probably out whoring himself, have you checked the pleasure district?”

A vein bulged in the scarred man’s temple at her taunts, but he forced himself to remain calm and stay focused. “Someone took him . . . who would that have been Tsunade?” Ibiki asked patiently, “It will help your situation if we recover him, you know.”

“I don’t need your help.” the former Hokage sneered, “But it would seem you need mine . . . what are you going to give me in return Ibiki?”

“Your life.” the interrogator growled angrily, “Where is Hatake?”

“I can take you to him.” Tsunade offered, “Just take these suppression cuffs off me and I’ll be able to sense him . . . it’s part of the control jutsu.”

“Let me guess . . . you need your hands free too.” Ibiki rumbled drily. “I think not. Let’s try this again . . . where is Hatake? Tell me and you won’t suffer too badly.”

“Where’s Jiji?” the busty woman demanded angrily, “I at least deserve to be questioned by the Hokage . . . not some flunky.”

“Jiraiya isn’t Hokage,” the scarred man replied with an unsettling smile, “and he wants nothing to do with you.”

“Not Hiashi.” she responded with a gasp of surprise.

“No, not Hiashi.” he agreed, “The clans went in a different direction . . . but it doesn’t really matter, Rokudaime-sama is far too busy cleaning up your messes to have time to bother with the likes of you. If you choose not to help me then you can just go back to rotting in your cell.”

“I never said I wouldn’t help . . . I said I couldn’t, not without my chakra.” the blonde wheedled, “I’m not going anywhere with you here watching me. Take off the cuffs for five minutes and you’ll get your precious copy-nin back.”

Ibiki studied Tsunade warily, if he made a mistake and she escaped it would be his head on the chopping block. “I think not . . . I’ll lend you mine instead.” That way I maintain control, he added silently as he laid a massive hand on her shoulder and began channeling chakra.

The blonde concentrated as she made a series of hand signs, eyes going wide when she realized where Kakashi was. “I found him.” she said softly, “Should I take you there?”

“Wake up beautiful, we’re home.” an unfamiliar voice whispered in the copy-nin’s ear.

“Ibiki?” he croaked as he tried to turn toward the source.

“No pet, it’s me Kabuto.” the medic nin whispered huskily, “Remember I rescued you from the leaf village.” Hard fingers stroked and pinched Kakashi’s pale flesh eagerly as he continued, “I’ve waited so long for you to be mine precious . . . and I refuse to wait any longer.

Kabuto’s hands quickly slid the loose sweat pants down long legs, leaving the copy-nin bare to his appreciative gaze. “Get me nice and wet baby.” the medic crooned as he forced Kakashi to his knees, pressing his hardened length against unwilling lips.

Kakashi tried to turn away, but a hard hand twisted him to face front, thumb digging into the jaw joint until he reluctantly opened his mouth. As soon as he did the medic began to frantically fuck his face, slamming his hips forward hard enough to split the copy-nin’s lip on his canine tooth. The blood only excited the bespectacled man further and he buried his fist in soft silver strands, yanking the jounin to his feet and slamming him face first into the bed.

The sight of that perfect ass poised in the air, waiting for him, drove Kabuto nearly wild with lust. The medic brought his arm down hard to deliver a stinging smack, his arousal surging wildly as red bloomed on the pale skin. Again and again he brought his arm down with as much force as he could muster, but aside from an almost imperceptible tightening of his muscles the copy-nin remained silent and still as his mind raced to find a way to get word back to Konoha.

Finally the medic’s control snapped and he buried himself in Kakashi’s unprepared entrance, immediately beginning a series of punishing strokes, ardor fueled by the feeling of the copy-nin’s blood lubricating his cock and easing the way. “You’re even better than I imagined, beautiful.” Kabuto whispered lustily, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Eventually his strokes became erratic, until he finally came with a grunt, filling the copy-nin’s ass with his come before pulling out roughly. Kabuto easily flipped the slender jounin over, the smug smile dropping from his face when he took in Kakashi’s sullen expression and flaccid length. “What’s your problem?” the medic rasped angrily.

“I don’t think he’s as enthusiastic about this reunion as you are pet.” Orochimaru hissed from the shadows by the door, gliding forward until he stood nose to nose with his medic before turning and pulling a wary copy-nin deftly into his arms. “He’s a pretty thing Kabuto, and pretty things need to be handled with care.” The sannin ran a gentle hand over the swell of Kakashi’s ass, sending healing chakra deep into the tissues to ease the discomfort before pulling him into a deep passionate kiss. “Far too pretty for the likes of you.” the snake summoner declared, breaking the kiss to caress a pale cheek.

“But master,” Kabuto began angrily, “you promised he’d be mine.”

“And he was . . .” Orochimaru hissed threateningly, “Was being the operative word. Now he’s mine.” he declared decisively, joining hands with the copy-nin and towing him toward the door.

What the hell is going on, Kakashi thought, panicking internally at the sannin’s sudden interest. “I believe you and I have much in common pretty one.” the snake summoner husked, pulling the copy-nin from his reverie, “The unwanted attentions of Sarutobi-sensei, for example.” he continued nearly inaudibly.

Kakashi openly scrutinized the man next to him, desperate to understand exactly what he was saying, as the dark haired man continued. “I, too, suffered abuse in the leaf village . . . you are welcome to stay here, with me. No one will bother you . . . or force you, although” Orochimaru continued softly, “I certainly would welcome your company in my bed . . . should you care to join me, that is.”

The copy-nin inclined his head slightly by way of reply, wary of trusting himself to voice an appropriate response. “Come with me then.” the sannin husked, and Kakashi found himself following in a daze, away from Kabuto and his twisted desires.

“These are my private quarters.” Orochimaru declared as he threw open a set of double doors on a comfortable suite of rooms. The copy-nin tried not to fidget nervously as he realized that there was only one large bed, and that he would soon be sharing it with the disturbing man next to him.

“Kakashi.” the snake summoner hissed, wrenching his attention back to the situation at hand, “Come join me.” the soft voice urged as the sannin patted the bed next to him, “I promise not to bite.”

The copy-nin shuddered slightly at the thought . . . he remembered all too well the ones who liked to bite. “I didn’t mean to scare you pretty one,” Orochimaru husked sadly, “I didn’t think. Please come sit and talk with me.”

Kakashi reluctantly slid onto the bed, one leg curled underneath himself while the other hung over the side, facilitating a rapid escape. “That’s better.” the sannin continued as he slowly began to stroke soft silver strands, gently massaging the tense scalp beneath until the copy-nin started to relax. Only then did the snake summoner move to capture the wary nin’s lips in a slow, tender kiss.

“I meant what I said.” Orochimaru muttered, “It’s been a long time since anyone shared my bed . . . for reasons I’m sure you understand. I’d like it if we could share pleasure together, I find you . . . alluring.”

The copy-nin’s eyes went wide at the last admission, quickly analyzing the situation and coming to the conclusion that he would be in a much stronger position as the sannin’s lover than as the one who had rejected the snake summoner. Course chosen he spared only a moment to send an apology to Ibiki before carefully pulling the dark haired man into his lap and kissing him with passion.

Kakashi smiled at the way the powerful sannin melted into the kiss, carefully maneuvering them to lie flat before slowly starting to peel the garments off Orochimaru’s upper body. Once the restrictive shirt was shed the copy-nin eagerly bent to lap and suckle flat nipples until they hardened, nipping the taut buds and sending shudders through the snake summoner’s lithe frame.

“Like that do you?” the silver-haired jounin muttered, empowered by the reaction he was drawing from the sannin. He very slowly laved a wet trail down a tense abdomen, carefully easing restrictive garments over lean hips before rubbing his cheek against the snake summoner’s twitching erection. “Do you want this?” he mouthed against the silky shaft, even as he idly appreciated the way lean muscles twitched and jumped as silver strands brushed across Orochimaru’s taut thigh.

“You won’t hurt me?” the sannin whispered.

“Oh, no, no.” the copy-nin soothed, “Only pleasure . . . it doesn’t have to hurt.” He wrapped experienced lips around the tip of the sannin’s weeping length, gently flicking his tongue in the slit as his lips massaged the sensitive skin behind the head. Kakashi smiled around his mouthful when Orochimaru let out a loud moan, the sound spurring him to take the length deep in his throat as he hummed his approval, causing the snake summoner to utter another series of loud groans.

As soon as the responsive body beneath him started to thrust the copy-nin changed his tactics, letting the throbbing length slide from his mouth as he moved to suckle the sannin’s tight, swollen balls. The snake summoner’s head thrashed from side to side as he fought against the pleasure surging through him. “Relax, enjoy.” Kakashi whispered huskily before lifting and spreading tense cheeks, licking a wet path down the crack to lap and nuzzle the tense pucker.

Orochimaru let out a hoarse cry when the copy-nin’s talented tongue finally pushed through the tight ring, and he spread his legs as far as they could go, unconsciously presenting himself to enraptured mismatched eyes. When a long finger finally slid inside the sannin’s body, shivers raced through the lean frame and Kakashi moved up to capture thin lips in a heated kiss.

“Please don’t stop.” the snake summoner whispered when the kiss broke. Kakashi merely shook his head no, adding a second finger and scraping them across the sannin’s prostate, clutching Orochimaru tighter as he flailed at the increase in stimulation.

“Lubrication.” the copy-nin finally muttered and one of the sannin’s hands scrabbled in the bedside drawer, finally shoving a tube in Kakashi’s direction. The snake summoner watched in fascination as the jounin fisted his erection, spreading the glistening slickness as mismatched eyes slipped shut in pleasure.

Orochimaru’s eyes were wide and almost panicked as the thick head of the copy-nin’s erection nudged his softened entrance, so Kakashi dipped his head and kissed the sannin again as he slowly pushed deeper into the strangling heat until he was completely encased, fighting the urge to thrust as velvety walls fluttered teasingly around his weeping member.

The silver-haired jounin set a slow, steady pace, making sure that his piercings dragged across the sannin’s prostate with every stroke, even as he reveled in the powerful feeling of being in control for one of the first times in his life. Kakashi slid an arm under the snake summoner and pulled him tight against his chest, wrapping Orochimaru’s legs around his waist before gracefully rising to his knees, the change in angle causing him to penetrate even more deeply.

Orochimaru keened his approval, amber eyes rolling up in his head as his balls pulled up impossibly tight, before coming with a piercing shriek of Kakashi’s name, writhing wantonly as his come poured out between them. The copy-nin tried to hold out, not ready to relinquish such a heady feeling . . . but his body had other ideas, and with one more deep thrust he came, filling the older man with his seed.

Kakashi nuzzled a long neck as he maneuvered them to lie on their sides, never breaking their intimate connection. “Rest.” he whispered even as his own lashes fluttered sleepily, curling protectively around the sannin as they drifted into sleep.