Into the Fire

Chapter Twenty

Kakashi continued to whisper tenderly in the sannin’s ear, rubbing his thumb in teasing circles over the head of his lover’s erection as he continued his slow, deep thrusts. “What do you need baby?” he husked, smiling broadly when the only response was a high pitched whine. “You need to use your words.” he teased as he sped up his thrusts.

“You . . . I need you.” the snake summoner finally gasped, causing the copy-nin to swoop down and capture his lips in a breathtaking kiss.

Tsunade covered her mouth in astonishment, shocked at the submissive position she found her teammate in . . . and even more shocked at who he was with. “Are you insane?” she finally managed to choke out, “You do realize you’re allowing a whore to top you?”

Her voice cut through the sensual haze the pair had fallen into and Kakashi pulled back warily, watching the busty blonde with angry, guarded eyes.

“You’re questioning me princess?” Orochimaru asked coldly, even as he pulled the copy-nin more tightly against him, “I believe you still desire what I promised.”

“What does that have to do with anything.” the Godaime answered angrily, “I did everything you asked . . . now I want my reward. Besides,” she continued to rant, “he is a whore, and a good one too . . . he’s barely had a day off in three years.”

“Remove his chakra seal Tsunade.” the snake summoner demanded coldly, “Then we can talk about what happens next.”

“Or what?” she demanded nastily, “You’ll sic your little boy toy on me?”

“If I were you, I’d watch what you say.” Orochimaru replied menacingly, “I’ve half a mind to send you back to Konoha . . . see what they do with you.”

The blonde swallowed hard, thinking about the reception she’d face if she returned. “Fine.” she bit out, “You know you blew a perfect opportunity.”

“What are you talking about princess?” the snake sannin hissed.

“Did you even see me arrive?” she asked incredulously. “The head of torture and interrogation for the leaf brought me here . . . looking for you, Kakashi.”

“Ibiki was here?” the copy-nin gasped.

“I told him you were a whore, not to bother wasting time on you . . . but he just wouldn’t listen. Now he believes me.” Tsunade chuckled.

Kakashi’s face fell, his mind insisting that Ibiki had been so repulsed by what he had seen that the interrogator had purposely decided to leave him behind. “Because I’m a whore.” he muttered, pain evident in his expressive eyes.

The snake summoner’s eyes narrowed when he heard the copy-nin’s pained mumble and he leaned close to whisper his concern. “You’re not a whore.” Orochimaru said gently, “Why do you let her get under your skin?”

The copy-nin studied the duvet intently as he answered, fearing to meet the sannin’s eyes. “He rescued me from Grass . . . I chose him to teach me about pleasure. Then Kabuto snatched me out of his house, in his clothes. He was . . . very good to me, and I was nothing but trouble. He must hate me now.”

“Who, pretty, Morino-san?” Orochimaru asked tenderly, lifting Kakashi’s head to meet fearful, haunted eyes.

“He was alone for a very long time . . . he trusted me and I betrayed him.” the copy-nin continued mournfully, “He’ll never believe I didn’t choose to defect.”

“Let me tell you a little story about choice.” Orochimaru said crisply, making sure to speak loud enough that Tsunade could clearly hear what he was saying. “When Sensei finished with me I turned my attentions to the only boy who offered me friendship. We became . . . close.” the snake summoner swallowed hard before continuing, “I was ready to pledge my heart to him and so I decided I had to tell him about Sensei . . . he said I was sick, accused me of lying, called me a traitor. I left Konoha the next day and we never spoke again.” The sannin took a deep breath before grasping Kakashi’s chin firmly and lifting his head to meet hard amber eyes. “The point, pretty, is that we don’t always get to choose.”

“Who rejected you?” the copy-nin growled, “Who would dare after what Sarutobi did to you?”

“Your uncle, Jiraiya.” Orochimaru replied mournfully.

Tsunade clapped her hand over her mouth in astonishment, stunned by the revelation. “You wanted to sleep with the biggest womanizer in the five countries?” she squeaked incredulously.

“Jiraiya’s not my uncle.” Kakashi retorted suspiciously, completely ignoring the blonde’s outburst.

“Close enough, they may have been cousins but he and your father were like brothers.” the snake summoner explained, “Surely he must have been around when you were growing up?”

“I never heard anything about Jiraiya being a Hatake . . . he and my father always hated each other. In fact, Jiraiya was upset when Minato took me as a student.” the copy-nin explained heatedly. “There’s no way we’re related.”

“I’m sorry Kakashi, I thought you knew.” Orochimaru said consolingly, “I never imagined anything would come between them.”

“Who was it?” the copy-nin suddenly demanded angrily.

“Who?” the snake sannin replied evasively.

“Who was the boy you caught your sensei with?” Kakashi growled, “What aren’t you telling me . . . it was my father wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was.” the dark haired man replied soberly, “I imagine Jiraiya must have gone to confront Sensei and caught them together. If his reaction to my confession was any indication he would have been very cruel to your father. It’s no wonder they hated each other.”

“I’ll kill him.” the copy-nin muttered angrily, “My whole fucking life and he never even bothered to tell me we were related . . . all the years I was alone after Sensei died. If I had even one person to confide in Sarutobi-san would never have gotten away with what he did.”

“It will be alright, pretty.” the snake summoner soothed, “We’ll get our revenge on all of them . . . together.” The dark haired man continued to stroke soft silver strands as he turned his attention toward his angry former teammate. “Tsunade . . . I’m still waiting.” he hissed, “Remove the jutsu now.”

The Godaime reluctantly made a series of hand signs, ending with a touch to each of Kakashi’s chakra points. The copy-nin shivered at the feeling of his chakra flowing freely after so long. “Feels like ants under my skin.” he mumbled as he twitched.

“There . . . I kept my part of the bargain, now you keep yours.” Tsunade demanded haughtily, “It’s time for you to deliver on your promises.”

Iruka watched the interrogator closely. Ibiki had yet to say a word in response to his offer. “Ibiki, don’t think so hard.” the Rokudaime soothed, “It’s not a lifetime commitment, stay here with us tonight . . . just sleep, if that’s what you want. Tomorrow things will seem brighter and we’ll figure out how to get Hatake-san back where he belongs.”

“I’m flattered,” the scarred man began hesitantly, “but I really think it would be better if I went home. I’m not very good company at the moment.”

“Now you’re just being silly.” the former teacher insisted, “Genma, will you please try and talk some sense into him.”

“I’d listen if I were you.” the honey-haired man confided, senbon twitching from side to side, “Otherwise he’ll use the teacher voice on you . . . trust me, you’ll give in eventually, just save yourself the embarrassment.”

“The teacher voice?” Ibiki asked unsurely.

“You know, that dominant, commanding one . . .” Genma continued, warming to the subject, “It always makes me picture him with a ruler in his hand and all I can think is punish me sensei . . . please.” A wide satisfied smirk spread across the tokubetsu’s face as his mind continued to expound on the ramifications of his lover’s aggression.

“Thank you so much for sharing.” the scarred man responded, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “However, I think that’s something best kept between the two of you.”

“Seriously Ibiki,” Iruka cut in, “I’d rather not make it an order. You shouldn’t be alone tonight. If not here, then is there someone else you could stay with?”

“Honestly, I’m just fine on my own.” the interrogator insisted, “I’ll just go home.”

“And stare at the boxes of Kakashi’s things?” the Hokage continued disbelievingly, “I hardly think that’s wise.”

“Fine . . . then I’ll stay in the ANBU barracks, but I have no intention of getting involved in a threesome with you right now.” Ibiki growled angrily.

“You will do what I tell you to.” Iruka replied coldly, “Which is to stay here where I can keep an eye on you. I have no intention of forcing myself on you or anyone else, I have a more than willing bed partner, thank you. I am, however, rightly worried about your state of mind. I need to make sure you don’t rush off and do something you’ll regret.”

“My apologies Hokage-sama, Shiranui-san, I am . . . distraught. I spoke without thinking. I know you are both honorable men, I didn’t mean to accuse you . . .” he trailed off into silence as tears began to stream unchecked down his cheeks.

“It’s alright Ibiki.” Iruka soothed as he pulled the tall man into an embrace, “We’ll get him back for you.”

“I don’t think he wants to come back.” the scarred man choked, “I’m afraid he’s right where he wants to be.”