Into the Fire

Chapter Thirty-Four

The kiss lingered longer than was necessary for strictly demonstration purposes, until both drunken men opened their eyes and really looked at who they were kissing. Gai leapt back, stumbling comically before landing hard on his ass, mouth hanging open. Ibiki also tried to jump back . . . unfortunately he was already laying on the ground so he only managed to slam his skull into the pavement hard enough to make him see stars.

“You . . . And My Eternal Rival . . .” the green beast stammered before rising clumsily to his feet and thrusting his fist in the air. “I Weep Manly Tears Of Joy That My Rival Has Found True Love In The Springtime Of His Youth!” he proclaimed through waterfall tears before breaking into a beaming smile, “I Vow That I, Too, Will Find My True Love.”

Gai yanked the startled interrogator into his arms, squeezing the already drunk and concussed man hard enough to crack ribs as he continued to babble loudly about the wonders of love and youth and youthful love, while Ibiki wondered if perhaps he was caught in a particularly diabolical genjutsu. He absently made the hand signs and muttered “Kai”, but nothing changed. Maybe I’m dead, the scarred man pondered as best he could with his decidedly foggy brain, this seems like hell.

The interrogation master reached out and poked the green-clad jounin . . . hard. “Gai, let go.” he managed to gasp just as the taijutsu master’s arms withdrew, dropping him unceremoniously on the ground. “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh, Were You Just Using My Rival For Sex Then?” Gai rumbled angrily, cocking his fist and slamming it into the scarred man’s face.

“No!” Ibiki shouted, “What the fuck were you thinking, hitting me like that?” The interrogator shakily rose to his feet, jumping back with a strangled “Don’t help me.” when the taijutsu master tried to assist. Once on his feet the scarred man scowled as he gritted out, “He left me for someone else . . . and I don’t think he’s ever coming back.”

The realization hit the drunken man like a freight train. He dropped to his knees with a resounding crunch and buried his face in his hands, crying all the tears of rage, frustration and loss that had been building up inside him.

“There, There, Lover Of My Eternal Rival,” Gai attempted to calm the distraught figure, “Let’s Get Out Of The Street And We Shall Work Out A Plan To Win Back Your Love.” He hoisted one of the scarred man’s arms over his shoulder and pulled him to his feet, carefully looking him up and down. “I Believe You Should Go To The Hospital, Ibiki.” the taijutsu master declared in a louder than usual voice before setting off at a run, dragging the battered interrogator by his side.

Kakashi stayed awake, stormy eye locked on his lover’s sleeping form, desperately trying to come up with a plan to make the sannin stay with him. As soon as Orochimaru began to stir he knelt submissively on the bed, hands clasped behind his back and head bowed.
“Koishii, what are you doing?” the snake summoner’s sleepy voice startled the tense copy-nin, making him shift awkwardly before catching himself.

“I thought perhaps you were frustrated, Oro-sama.” the jounin replied in a smooth, sensuous voice. “Do you have desires you’ve been denying? Do you need to hurt me, mark me, make me bleed? I am yours to do with as you please.”
“What are you talking about pretty?” the sannin asked, confusion evident in his expression, “Of course I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you sure?” Kakashi asked drily, “Perhaps if I looked like this?” He made the signs and henged himself into Itachi, calmly watching his lover through guarded ebony orbs.

“Why are you doing this?” the snake summoner asked almost desperately, “I don’t understand.”

“Or perhaps this is your greatest desire.” the copy-nin murmured, fashioning a clone and henging it into Kisame.

“No,” Orochimaru practically screamed, “I want you . . . just you. Now stop this foolishness and talk to me please.”

Kakashi dropped the henge as his clone dissipated, fixing his lover with an enigmatic look. “Do my scars bother you?” he queried huskily, running a hand over his sharingan as he cast an illusion to hide the scar.

“Kosihii, nothing about you bothers me . . . except your insistence that I desire someone else.” the sannin replied softly as he pulled the lanky man into his arms. “What started all this?”

“I wish to make you happy . . . is there something wrong with that?” the copy-nin replied harshly, “Some hidden reason, perhaps, that you’re lying to me?”

“Stop this Kakashi.” the snake summoner hissed, “I’m sorry having the Uchiha here upsets you so . . . but I have done nothing to warrant your accusations. I have been painfully honest about my feelings for you. If I had wished to beguile you it would have been with words of power, not love.” Orochimaru leaned in and gently kissed a pale cheek before continuing in a sad voice, “What has you doubting me so, pretty? Please . . . talk to me.”

“That’s just it,” the copy-nin began in a soft, self-deprecating tone, “I’m not pretty . . . I’m scarred and ugly, inside and out. No one could want me, not really. Seeing Itachi just reminded me of that . . . and yet you say you don’t desire him . . . you must want something from me to do all this, something important that you’re keeping hidden.”

“Oh, Kakashi,” the sannin replied sadly, “the only important thing I want is for you to stay with me. I’m dying, koishii . . . something I never planned on . . . and I’m scared. I want someone to hold me when it happens, and cry for me when I’m gone . . . I want to be remembered, the things anyone would want. Will you give me that . . . can you? I know it’s cruel to ask you to care for me when I’m going to leave you, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault, you know.” the jounin began slowly, “Everyone I care about dies too soon, my teammates, my father, my sensei . . . now you. I’m a curse, you were doomed the moment you took me away from Kabuto.”

“I don’t believe that, koishii.” the snake summoner stated firmly, “You have done nothing to hurt me, and I don’t believe you ever would . . . but even if that were the case I wouldn’t change anything that’s happened between us. The only thing I need . . . the only thing I desire, is for you to show me how much you love me.”

“That I can do, gladly.” Kakashi murmured huskily as he captured thin lips with his own, swallowing his lover’s needy moans as he guided them towards the bed. He pressed the smaller man into the soft pile of bedding, holding him there as he pulled back to observe, sharingan spinning lazily as he memorized the way the lithe figure writhed wantonly under his touch.

“Stop with the teasing and love me.” Orochimaru demanded needily, surging up to grasp a fine-boned wrist and pull the copy-nin down on top of him.

“I’m not teasing.” Kakashi replied softly with a shake of his head, “I want to remember you just like this, always.” He lavished the sannin with needy kisses, leaving his lips to suckle the long column of the snake summoner’s neck, continuing down across prominent collarbones to the flat planes of his chest. The copy-nin rubbed soft pink nipples with the pad of his thumb until they stiffened before bending to nip and suckle the taut buds.

The jounin took his lover’s bobbing erection in his hand, lightly rubbing the satiny skin as he palmed the rigid length, before dropping his head and swallowing it to the root. Orochimaru screamed his delight when that hot, wet mouth engulfed him to the balls, sending ripples of pleasure shooting through him.

“That’s it, sing for me.” the copy-nin crooned before once again taking the throbbing length deep in his throat, his wicked tongue distracting the sannin as two fingers slid deep inside his ass, hastily stretching him for what was to come. Unable to delay in the face of his lover’s wanton pleas, Kakashi finally slicked his throbbing cock and carefully slid into the snake summoner’s well prepared entrance, stopping when he was fully seated to revel in the clutching heat.

“Move, damn you.” Orochimaru cursed, desperately trying to thrust his hips against his larger lover. He gasped in delight, all protest forgotten, when pale hips pulled back and thrust forward sharply, chasing the breath from his lungs when his prostate was grazed. The copy-nin noticed and teased the spot, pulling back an inch or two, only to push back in, rubbing the tender bundle of nerves until the sannin was keening his approval, only to pull out, ignoring his lover’s heated protest as he rearranged them, pulling the lithe man into his lap and down onto his impressive length, clutching the quivering form close to his chest as he drove up into the snake summoner with powerful strokes.

When a long-fingered hand wrapped around his dripping erection the sannin began to writhe frantically, pressing back onto the length piercing him before thrusting up into the jounin’s encircling hand, finally letting go with a piercing shriek of the copy-nin’s name. Kakashi continued to drive into the clutching heat, growling in abandon when the passage suddenly seemed to shrink two sizes, eventually giving in to the pleasure jolting through him and letting go, filling the snake summoner to the brim with his come. He pulled out and pressed Orochimaru’s face to the bed, leaning down to lap at the quivering ring, tasting himself on his lover as the sharingan memorized the sight of his seed dripping out of the powerful nin.

“Again.” the sannin gasped needily, “Love me again.”

“I need to rest first.” Kakashi whispered raspily, “Give me ten minutes.”

“No more than that . . .I don’t want to waste a minute of the time I have left.” Orochimaru replied softly, “I have a lot of time to make up for . . . and not much time to do it in.”

“Well then,” the copy-nin husked, “we’ll have to make the most of the time we have.” He pulled the snake summoner close, running his fingers soothingly through long dark hair as their breathing returned to normal before lifting the light figure to settle straddling his lap, wrapping strong arms around the sannin and kissing him possessively.

Orochimaru gasped when he felt his lover’s erection pressing against his softened entrance, wiggling in the confining embrace as he tried to press back against it. “No, no, no . . . I’m the one in charge, remember.” Kakashi whispered lustily, thrusting his tongue in the sannin’s mouth even as he pressed inside to the hilt.

The copy-nin refused to relinquish the snake summoner’s lips, continuing the demanding kiss as he slowly began to thrust, arms holding the writhing sannin firmly in place as he set an achingly slow, measured pace. The jounin was determined to hold out as long as possible, changing the rhythm whenever he felt himself drawing close until finally he could no longer maintain his composure, driving up into the man in his arms with deep, punishing strokes until Orochimaru screamed his name, shooting burst after burst of hot seed between them. At the sound of his lover screaming his name, Kakashi gave himself permission to let go, thrusting madly into the sucking wet heat until he felt the hot coil inside him snap as he came with a strangled moan, dropping his head on the sannin’s shoulder and panting wildly as he held on tight, refusing even now to relinquish what he had found.