Questionable Loyalty

A/N: Aaand finally we got to the good part! Damn, that took 32 chapters and over 140 pages. WOW.

Also, regarding the questions you have been having:



1. Kakashi's mask: no, he doesn't wear it while in Amegakure - neither Pein, nor the villagers would be happy with a masked stranger prancing around.

2. Konan: Her fate is a really big spoiler, so I cannot tell you what happened to her, how or why. For now it'd have to suffice that she's dead.



I hope you enjoy this chapter! :D



EDIT: I forgot! Pein's piercing *cough* THAT piercing is called "Prince Albert". You can google it or check it out in wikipedia to see how it looks like in real life. XD

CHAPTER 32







When Kakashi closed the door of his rooms behind his back, he cursed loudly and profusely, something which he rarely did, but at the moment it felt right. He couldn’t believe that he had allowed the other man this close – closer than anyone had ever been to him, both emotionally and physically. What was it about the red-head that got under his skin so easily and so quickly, when it had taken Gai years on end to convince Kakashi to allow him in his personal space and become something like a friend to him? What was it about this man that made the Jounin melt in his arms the way he had? Was it power? Kakashi had met many powerful people in his life, some of whom were his superiors, others – his enemies bent on destroying him. A few tried to be his friends. But none of them had ever made him feel so overwhelmed in their presence. Pein did all that and more – he made Kakashi feel safe. The Jounin admitted that to himself and immediately decided it was ridiculous – the man was obviously insanely powerful and could probably snap him like a twig if he wanted to. Only, he hadn’t. Even when they had their little fight after Kakashi’s escape attempt, the Akatsuki leader had held back his power, hadn’t hurt him, or punished him for his misbehaviour. He appeared to be a leader who preferred to have his men following him out of trust and loyalty, rather than fear. Or at least not only out of fear, because Kakashi was quite certain that the other members of the organization were well-aware of Pein’s abilities and if they had any common sense, they should be scared spitless of him.



Still, despite all the power those hands held, they were always gentle when they touched Kakashi. He wasn’t used to it. In his daily routine people didn’t touch him, they knew better than that. When he fought, any touch could mean death or mutilation and ultimately equaled pain. In the rare occasions when he had sex he made sure to barely touch his partner, bending them over the nearest surface and lowering his fly in order to mount them – it was fast, hard and anonymous – because neither he nor the other ANBU took their masks off. The only purpose those acts served were to relieve a purely physical need, nothing more. In the end of them, he felt physically relaxed, the tension of the mission drained from his body, but emotionally empty. Barren. It was ultimately unsatisfying and as the years went by, he did it less and less.



Which led him to the next problem – his own reaction to the kiss. The way he had melted and relaxed in those strong, gentle arms, lulled by the smooth voice and the feeling of safety. It was something that simply didn’t happen. Not ever. And yet, after all these years of carefully controlled sexual encounters, he had been ready to spread his legs for this man and beg for his touch. The thought terrified and infuriated him at the same time.



Kakashi didn’t sleep that night, only nodding off for a little while after the sun slowly rose from the stormy horizon, his short nap plagued by nightmares.



He spent the next day locked up in his room and although part of him dreaded going back up to Pein, when the evening came, Kakashi took one of the textbooks he had bought and slowly made his way up to Pein’s office. For a while, he stood before the closed double-doors, trying to muster up the courage to enter, to face the man, when he heard a soft moan coming from the inside.



Curiosity won over apprehension and he slowly cracked the door open, looking through the narrow slit. What he saw inside made his jaw drop in shock and his mind to go numb.



Itachi, as naked as the day he was born, was sprawled over Pein’s shiny, smooth desk, the various papers which usually littered its surface being in a disarray on the floor – Pein had obviously swept them aside before putting the Uchiha there. Itachi’s long, smooth legs were wrapped around Pein’s naked, thrusting his hips, his arms holding onto the strong shoulders, head flung back with his long, silken hair wild around it, the heart-shaped mouth open and moaning sweetly as the red-head took him with fast, sure thrusts into his willing body. The Uchiha’s eyes were closed, long lashes trembling over the flushed, wet cheeks, and he was mewling needily with each stroke against his prostate when Pein moved. The red-head himself was almost naked, his cloak and pants lying on the floor among the other items from the desk, his shirt torn around the shoulders, revealing smooth, lily-white skin. His hair looked even wilder now as Itachi ran his hand through it, as if to urge him to go faster, harder; some of the fiery locks stuck and curling on his neck and forehead from the sweat that made both their straining bodies glisten in the warm afternoon light.



Kakashi stood there, frozen from surprise which was quickly giving way to a whole myriad of other emotions – anger, disappointment, jealousy, but most of all, arousal. Kakashi’s own cock throbbed in his pants at each sweet moan, each graceful thrust and he couldn’t help but whimper too, the sound coming unbidden from his lips. Itachi appeared too far gone to hear anything, but Pein’s eyes snapped up, meeting Kakashi’s. The Jounin’s knees went weak when he met Pein’s smouldering look and he covered his mouth with his hand to stifle another needy, desperate moan, dropped the textbook, turned on his heel and ran away, returning to his room and locking the door after himself.



Once inside, he groaned and covered his face with his hands, trying to breathe deeply and calm the wild beating of his heart and the thrum of arousal throbbing through his body.



That damn man! How could Kakashi have been so damn stupid? How could he think that for some reason, he had been special to him, when he had never been special to anyone? But then again, it was probably his fault to begin with, it always was. He had rejected Pein and the red-head had quickly found solace in the arms of someone more agreeable than Kakashi was. What about Kisame? Did the large man know? How could he put up with that, if he did?



His arousal felt uncomfortable and constricted in his pants and he reached to adjust it, but only succeeding in making it worse. If anything, he got even angrier at himself, for feeling the way he did. Even now, he could see the image of Itachi’s wrapped around Pein, needy and aroused and moaning like a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t help it when his mind supplied him with a fantasy he had tried to deny for so long – himself, in Itachi’s place, spread like a feast before this man, taken in a way that left a clear mark on him saying to whom he belonged to.



With another growl he headed towards his bedroom while tearing through his clothes, grasping at his freed arousal and quickly bringing himself to a completion, his mind filled with jumbled images of himself, Pein and Itachi, naked and helpless as the Akatsuki leader took them, made them his and left his mark on them.



He came with a howl and lay there for a while, his come drying on his chest, his clean hand covering his eyes as he heaved in dry sobs of anger and frustration. After a while, he got up, cleaned himself and put on another set of clothes, then went to the kitchen and turned it upside down until he found the liquor cabined. After raiding it he returned to his place and drank himself into stupor, but even that didn’t stop the passionate images from filling his fantasies and tormenting him.



For the next several days, he didn’t leave his room, except for trips to the kitchen – Kisame had apparently put the place back in order along with leaving a threatening note on the fridge addressed to the unknown culprit – taking food and returning to his place.



Exactly one week after witnessing the scene in Pein’s office, there was a sharp, demanding knock on his door. Kakashi looked up from his book and almost jumped when another knock sounded. After the third the Jounin finally got up from the floor and went to open the door, standing face to face with the other man, whose strange eyes glowered under wild flame-coloured hair.



“I was expecting you’d honour our agreement and appear for our lessons.” The man said with barely controlled anger.



Growing just as angry, Kakashi responded:



“I didn’t feel like it.”



Suddenly the man pushed his way into Kakashi’s apartment and turned to look at him, eyes narrowed, tone furious and demanding:



“How dare you speak to me like this!” he hissed, but Kakashi wasn’t about to back down.



“I speak however I like! I am not one of your bitches, about to spread my legs for you whenever you snap your fingers! You do NOT own me, Pein!” he hissed right back.



The red-head paused for a moment, then asked furiously:



“So this is about Itachi?”



Kakashi floundered for a moment, unsure how to respond so Pein pressed on:



“You certainly stayed by my door for quite a while. Did you enjoy the show?”



Kakashi saw red. Before he realized what he was doing, he swung his hand and slapped the red-head across his cheek with an open palm. He was so angry that he lifted his hand to strike him again but Pein grabbed his wrist before his hand connected with his cheek. The Jounin tried to tug his hand free but the grip on it was as if made of steel and it only tightened more as he struggled.



“I don’t have a relationship with Itachi.” Pein said, voice surprisingly mild. “At least, not the way you imagine it.”



“I saw…”



“I know very well what you saw. Itachi is Kisame’s lover, not mine. However, there are moments when Kisame cannot help him. It is my duty as his leader to take care of him.” He explained cryptically.



“So Kisame knows.” Kakashi stated and Pein nodded.



“Of course. He’s always known. He’s the one to call me, when there’s a problem with Itachi, actually. He has no reason to be jealous. You as well, Kakashi, have no reason to be jealous.” He took a step forward, and then another, pressing Kakashi back until his shoulders touched the wall behind him. “You rejected me. You and I aren’t involved. Why are you jealous, Kakashi?”



“I…” Kakashi stuttered, feeling trapped and frightened and at the same time there was that feeling of safety again, confusing him even further. The anger though, was draining away. “I… I don’t know.” He whispered.



“Yes, you do. You rejected me and yet you wish you didn’t. Is that so?”



Kakashi looked down and nodded minutely, too ashamed of himself to vocalize his answer.



“Why? What are you afraid of?”



Kakashi closed his eye and shuddered, trying to shut out Pein’s insistent questions.



“What are you afraid of, Kakashi?” he repeated gently.



“I don’t want to lose you.” Kakashi answered in the end, voice barely audible. “All the people in my life whom I have loved are gone. They are all dead. I cannot… I cannot do this again.”



The bruising grip on his wrist relaxed and Pein let go, putting his hands on Kakashi’s shoulders instead.



“Look at me, Kakashi.” He said quietly, but there was a clear order in that voice. Kakashi followed it and looked up, feeling as trapped by his gaze as he had been earlier.



“I won’t leave you behind. Not now, not ever.” His right hand moved and cupped Kakashi’s bare face tenderly. “Don’t be afraid.” He moved closer again, pressing to Kakashi from shoulder to hip. “When was the last time someone took care of you?” he asked and his other hand also moved to Kakashi’s face and then his hair, petting gently. “Let me take care of you.” Pein said breathily against the Jounin’s lips. “Let me…”



And he kissed him again, just as tenderly as he had the first time, gently coaxing him to respond, to open his lips for him and accept him. Kakashi mewled softly, trembling in his grip, and then finally gave up, stopped fighting himself over this need, this attraction, these emotions and responded to the kiss, allowed it to deepen, and wrapped his arms around the strong shoulders.



It quickly grew more and more heated, Pein pressing him against the wall, sliding his leg between his and rubbing his thigh against Kakashi’s groin, feeling the man grow more and more aroused as he teased and stimulated him. All the Jounin could do was groan cling harder to his lover. He suddenly wrapped his thighs around his hips and latched himself onto him, all the years of pent up need and passion finally coming to the fore. Pein happily obliged him and grabbed his firm bottom, squeezed it and used his grip as a leverage to hold him up as he withdrew from the wall with Kakashi in his arms and walked to the bedroom.



Once inside, he gently deposited Kakashi on the bed and began to work on his clothes, quickly divesting him from them and then pulling back for a moment to admire the sight of the strong body. Kakashi, unused to such scrutiny flushed and looked away, but his knees trembled and spread, giving his lover full view in the most intimate way possible. Pein’s breath caught at this clear sign of trust and he reached to caress Kakashi’s inner thigh gently, watching as his arousal swelled even further at the simple touch.



“You’re beautiful.” He said hoarsely.



“Beatiful” wasn’t a word Kakashi associated with himself. Some of the few people who had seen him without his mask in Konoha had called him “handsome” but he had never considered himself attractive. It was just a face, nothing special about it, other than the fact that he was a carbon copy of his father. And his body certainly couldn’t be called beautiful, not with the numerous scars that littered his otherwise pale skin, each carrying the memory of a lifetime of battles.



Pein’s hand withdrew but after a little while the red-head said:



“Look at me, Kakashi.”



He did and with surprise realized that his lover had disrobed as well and now kneeling, just as naked as Kakashi was, between his spread knees. The look on the red-head’s face was apprehensive as the Jounin’s gaze traveled down and took in the sight of his body – as scarred as his own, if not more, and also covered with several small but quite visible round metal pieces that poked out of his skin. They appeared to be made of the same metal as his facial piercings and for a moment Kakashi wondered what they were for before his gaze fell down to Pein’s own arousal and his eye widened in surprise at the piercing his saw there – a curved barbell going through the slit of Pein’s organ and the other end coming out at the base of the flaring head. Curiously, he reached and touched the warm metal, then slid his fingers at the base and touched the edges of the flesh around the piercing, prompting Pein to take a sharp breath and the hand on Kakashi’s inner thigh tightened its grip before relaxing.



“You need to stop that, baby.” Pein told him. “I’ll lose control if you don’t.”



Nodding, Kakashi withdrew his hand and then grasped Pein’s wrist, tugging him down, wanting to feel his weight covering his body. He felt amazed at himself for giving in to these desires, for feeling no shame or fear at his own submissiveness. Then his lover crawled over him and covered him with his warm body, their arousals pressing together, and Kakashi stopped thinking at all. He became a creature of need and instinct as they kissed and caressed each other, hands hungrily roaming over their bodies, exploring each curve and crevice, finding the places that made them moan and whimper in pleasure.



Pein reached between them and gripped their erections, pressing them together in his fist and began to rub them – up and down, up and down, eliciting soft, needy moans from Kakashi’s lips right in his ear, the Jounin’s warm breath puffing against his neck. For his part, Kakashi clung to him and rocked his hips in the gentle touch and ran his fingers over the sweat-slick skin on Pein’s back, his legs wrapped tightly around his hips. His fingers found similar round metal protrusions on the length of his spine and he played with them, rubbing the flesh at their base. The Akatsuki leader growled in his ear and kissed his neck, opening his mouth wide and sucking in a mouthful of flesh, sinking his teeth tenderly in and then soothing it with his tongue.



“I want to take you.” He said in Kakashi’s ear and nibbled it gently, his hand still pumping their arousals between them. The Jounin hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Pein kissed him and then withdrew.



“Turn around, so I can prepare you, baby.” He ordered and Kakashi instinctively obeyed, turning on his hands and knees and offering him his ass, watching as Pein rummaged through his clothes, finding a small tube of lubricant that had resided in his pocket. So, he had expected this would happen. Kakashi expected a flash of anger at Pein’s presumption but all he felt was another spike of arousal. He spread his legs and lifted his bottom higher, shamelessly offering it to Pein.



“When did you last shower, baby?”



Kakashi blinked and tried to form a coherent response:



“About an hour ago…”



“Good.” Pein said simply and while Kakashi wondered why the man had asked him that the Akatsuki leader spread his cheeks wide and exposed his trembling entrance, then pressed his warm, slick tongue flat against it, the metal piercing teasing the sensitive muscle as he licked and poked at it gently.



Kakashi’s jaw dropped and he keened loudly, then bit his knuckles to muffle further sounds, but Pein reached and pulled his hand away.



“I want to listen to you.”



And he returned to his previous occupation. Kakashi mewled again, the sensation of being kissed in such an intimate way sending jolts of pleasure though him and pooling his groin. Soon, Pein’s slick fingers joined and then replaced his tongue, spreading copious amounts of lube over his entrance and then inserting a single finger inside. Kakashi wailed and bit the sheets, hips trembling as he tried to impale himself further on it – it felt so good, especially when the finger pressed against a spot inside of him that drove him wild with need.



Still, despite all his vocalizations, Pein took his time to prepare and stretch him so he could receive his arousal with as little discomfort as possible. Still, when he finally slipped into him Kakashi moaned and clutched the sheets, but he soothed him, whispered sweet things in his ear and pet the base of his spine, waiting for him to adjust before beginning to thrust gently into him, feeling him tremble and quake with each motion. The barbell through his cock was dragging mercilessly against Kakashi’s prostate, making him squeal needily every time that happened and raise his hips hungrily, searching for more of that delicious sensation.



“Please… Pein-sama, please…” he begged without realizing it and Pein nipped at the base of his neck and wrapped his hand around Kakashi’s erection, rubbing it lovingly then pausing to run his fingers over the slit and under the mushroom head.



“Maybe we should put one on you as well…” he muttered and Kakashi came with a long, almost pained moan, his body shuddering and tightening around him and milking his own orgasm out of him.



After they were done, Kakashi lay on the bed, boneless and exhausted. Pein carefully cleaned them both and joined him under the covers, pulling him to pillow his head on his chest. Soon afterwards, Kakashi fell asleep, curled in his embrace.