Fanning the Flames
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Adult ++
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79
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Wait a second,” a drunken Ibiki slurred. “Where's 'kashi anyway?”
“I have no idea where your husband is. As for waiting . . . I think not.” Kisame growled threateningly as he sank sharp teeth into the interrogator's muscular ass, the marks he left a mocking parody of the elegant tattoo adorning the other cheek.
“Are you insane?” Ibiki grumbled as he tried to free himself from the swordsman's possessive grasp. “I have no intention of sleeping with you.”
“I didn't ask for your cooperation,” the Mist nin growled. “You misunderstand me. I want you and I will have you.”
“I hope you've settled your affairs then, I'd hate for your death to leave those around you at loose ends.” The interrogator continued to plot his escape, consciously relaxing in hopes of throwing the shark off balance.
“That's better,” Kisame crooned, running a heavy hand up the scarred length of the torture master's back. “Look how beautifully you've been marked. How on earth will I stand out among all this?”
Ibiki gathered his sluggish limbs, waiting until the tall Mist nin was overbalanced before leaping to his feet and attempting a run for the door. He made it about half way across the room before a strong hand closed around his ankle, jerking him down to sprawl gracelessly on the hard floor.
“You know, fighting always gets me hard,” Kisame whispered in the struggling interrogator's ear. “I'm glad you're making this so enjoyable for me.”
“If I don't kill you 'kashi will,” Ibiki threatened.
“It's been years since I enjoyed the mighty copy-nin. I'll look forward to it,” the swordsman assured him. “Now shut up. Who knows, you might even enjoy this.”
The torture master gathered his chakra and struck out at the powerful Mist nin. Although he was still a bit fuzzy the sake haze was rapidly lifting and Ibiki began to realize just what was at stake. “He'll never forgive me.”
Kisame was rapidly growing tired of all the drama and decided to stop the interogator's protests once and for all. Ibiki surged forward to attack, only to be stopped short by a hard forearm across the throat. He scrabbled at the hands inexorably squeezing off his air, but quickly fell limp.
Ibiki forced open bleary eyes and tried to focus on the grinning blood smeared demon hovering over him. “Awake in time for the best part. I'm glad, your blood is rich. I haven't been this hard in a long time,” Kisame husked.
Training took over and the interrogator forced himself to relax and accept the coming intrusion. Still it was hard to restrain the scream that rose in his chest when the tall swordsman thrust inside his unprepared entrance. “Blood makes the best lubricant, don't you agree,” Kisame whispered conspiratorially. “Surely you must enjoy your copy-nin like this. Or are you always the bitch Hatake-san?”
Ibiki bit back the retort that rose to his lips, choosing to remain silent rather than risk further antagonizing his attacker. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force happy memories into his mind as the Mist nin found his pleasure.
Kisame felt his arousal building and knew he wouldn't last long. He sank needle sharp teeth deep into the scarred man's shoulder as he pounded into him, yanking out a chunk of flesh with a hoarse bellow as he sprayed his seed deep inside Ibiki's unwelcoming body.
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The pack instantly spread out to assess the threat while Pakkun and Bull dealt with the unconscious copy-nin. “We need to get him to a doctor,” Pakkun insisted.
“Teleporting could kill the baby,” Bull shot back. “The Boss will never speak to you again if that happens.”
“He'll never speak to anyone if he dies, idiot,” the pug grumbled. “We'll take him right to the hospital, it will be fine.”
“I don't think he'll be too happy waking up in the hospital. Where's his mate anyway?” Bull fretted. “I say we bring help here.”
“We're in the middle of nowhere. There's nothing that can be done for him here. He needs a hospital with doctors and operating rooms.” Pakkun paced restlessly as he tried to convince the gigantic hound to go along with his plan. “I'll take him to the hospital. You go get Iruka and Genma. The others can let Kurenai and that doctor woman know what's going on.”
“What about Ibiki?” Bull ventured. “He is the boss's mate, he should have a say in this.”
“He's not here, is he?” Pakkun argued. “In fact, he's never here when we need him. I said this whole marriage thing was a mistake, right from the start.”
“That's not your concern,” Kakashi whispered hoarsely. “What are you plotting?”
“No plotting,” Bull assured him. “We were just going to get you some help.”
“I don't need any help,” the copy-nin grumbled. “I'm a jounin for kami's sake.”
“You're a pregnant man with a fever and high blood pressure who just lost consciousness.”
Bull decided not to pull any punches, it was imperative Kakashi listened to them for a change. “You could have died, you could still die. If you die, your baby dies. We need to get you medical attention, now.”
“I'm going to the cabin,” the copy-nin stubbornly insisted. “I just need some time alone to think.”
“You'll die out there by yourself. You and the baby,” Pakkun jumped back into the fray. “I know that's not what you want. Why won't you let us help you?”
“I don't need help,” Kakashi stubbornly insisted. “I'm not a child, nor am I weak.”
“You help us when we're injured. We've helped you after a hard mission. Why should this be any different?” Bull reasoned. “Let them heal you, take care of the baby and then we can go wherever you like.”
“I don't want to go home,” the copy-nin insisted stubbornly. “He'll be there and I'm not ready to deal with that.”
“Deal with what?” the pug inquired nosily.
“Ibiki, the failure of my marriage, all of it,” Kakashi admitted with a sigh.
“What are you talking about?” Bull butted in. “Ibiki adores you, and you have a wonderful marriage.”
“No, you're wrong. He's tired of me and my secrets and demands. He left me, I won't be going home. I'll stay at the cabin until the baby is born. Then maybe I'll live over the shop.”
“Wait a minute,” the pug growled. “Even if that is the case, why are you moving out? It is Hatake house after all. You deserve to live there far more than he does.”
“I don't want to live there without him,” the copy-nin whispered sadly. “He can have it. I don't need all those reminders of broken promises. Best to start fresh somewhere new.”
“With a child?” Pakkun asked doubtfully.
“Two children,” Kakashi corrected him. “My son will be born in just a few weeks. Maybe I should get settled now, before this baby comes. Then I won't have to disrupt their routine.”
“I don't think you need anything else on your plate right now.” Pakkun sometimes wondered if the jounin really was a genius. “They won't remember anything when they're so small. Wait until you are sure of what you want before you get all hot and bothered about it.”
“I don't think it's unreasonable to want to bring my children into a nice welcoming home,” the copy-nin thundered. “What would you know about it anyway?”
“Nothing,” Bull soothed. “We just want to take care of you and your babies, boss. Please let us take you to the hospital. If they say you're alright we'll go stay at the cabin for as long as you like.” The massive hound tried to signal Pakkun to go along with him, hoping to ease the jounin into compliance.
“Are you insane?” the pug bellowed, rounding on his fellow ninken before elaborating. “There's no way he can be out in the middle of nowhere on his own. They probably won't even let him out of the hospital until after the baby is born. What earthly good is it to get his hopes up?”
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Ibiki cracked open an eye and surveyed his surroundings. There was no sign of Kisame, which was a relief, but his hands were still bound. The interrogator settled back to wait and gather his strength. If anything he'd get one chance at escape, he intended to be prepared.
Zetsu hummed tunelessly as he let himself into the apartment. He'd only been sharing the space with Kisame for a few weeks and it was still unnerving to come home and find someone inside. He stopped short when he realized there were two chakra sources in the apartment, his lover was in the shower, their guest in the bedroom. This gets better and better, he thought, practically rubbing his hands together with glee. Kisame brought a toy home to play with.
Zetsu's eyes went wide as they took in the sight of the blood-smeared interrogator. He eagerly slid up behind the captive, nipping Ibiki's ear sharply before whispering. “I'm so glad Kisame got you warmed up for me. I love it when he's all wound up.”
Green fingers caressed scarred flanks and Ibiki fought to suppress his shudder when the Grass nin's tongue snaked out to lick the blood off his thigh. “Maybe I should indulge before the big guy gets back. I'd hate to miss out on an opportunity like this.”
Zetsu began to scratch and pinch at the bleeding scores covering the interrogator's back and legs. Once the blood was freely flowing he eagerly freed his swelling erection from his pants and thrust into Ibiki's sluggishly bleeding anus, cackling with glee as fresh blood oozed out to lubricate his passage.
“Wait a second,” a drunken Ibiki slurred. “Where's 'kashi anyway?”
“I have no idea where your husband is. As for waiting . . . I think not.” Kisame growled threateningly as he sank sharp teeth into the interrogator's muscular ass, the marks he left a mocking parody of the elegant tattoo adorning the other cheek.
“Are you insane?” Ibiki grumbled as he tried to free himself from the swordsman's possessive grasp. “I have no intention of sleeping with you.”
“I didn't ask for your cooperation,” the Mist nin growled. “You misunderstand me. I want you and I will have you.”
“I hope you've settled your affairs then, I'd hate for your death to leave those around you at loose ends.” The interrogator continued to plot his escape, consciously relaxing in hopes of throwing the shark off balance.
“That's better,” Kisame crooned, running a heavy hand up the scarred length of the torture master's back. “Look how beautifully you've been marked. How on earth will I stand out among all this?”
Ibiki gathered his sluggish limbs, waiting until the tall Mist nin was overbalanced before leaping to his feet and attempting a run for the door. He made it about half way across the room before a strong hand closed around his ankle, jerking him down to sprawl gracelessly on the hard floor.
“You know, fighting always gets me hard,” Kisame whispered in the struggling interrogator's ear. “I'm glad you're making this so enjoyable for me.”
“If I don't kill you 'kashi will,” Ibiki threatened.
“It's been years since I enjoyed the mighty copy-nin. I'll look forward to it,” the swordsman assured him. “Now shut up. Who knows, you might even enjoy this.”
The torture master gathered his chakra and struck out at the powerful Mist nin. Although he was still a bit fuzzy the sake haze was rapidly lifting and Ibiki began to realize just what was at stake. “He'll never forgive me.”
Kisame was rapidly growing tired of all the drama and decided to stop the interogator's protests once and for all. Ibiki surged forward to attack, only to be stopped short by a hard forearm across the throat. He scrabbled at the hands inexorably squeezing off his air, but quickly fell limp.
Ibiki forced open bleary eyes and tried to focus on the grinning blood smeared demon hovering over him. “Awake in time for the best part. I'm glad, your blood is rich. I haven't been this hard in a long time,” Kisame husked.
Training took over and the interrogator forced himself to relax and accept the coming intrusion. Still it was hard to restrain the scream that rose in his chest when the tall swordsman thrust inside his unprepared entrance. “Blood makes the best lubricant, don't you agree,” Kisame whispered conspiratorially. “Surely you must enjoy your copy-nin like this. Or are you always the bitch Hatake-san?”
Ibiki bit back the retort that rose to his lips, choosing to remain silent rather than risk further antagonizing his attacker. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force happy memories into his mind as the Mist nin found his pleasure.
Kisame felt his arousal building and knew he wouldn't last long. He sank needle sharp teeth deep into the scarred man's shoulder as he pounded into him, yanking out a chunk of flesh with a hoarse bellow as he sprayed his seed deep inside Ibiki's unwelcoming body.
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The pack instantly spread out to assess the threat while Pakkun and Bull dealt with the unconscious copy-nin. “We need to get him to a doctor,” Pakkun insisted.
“Teleporting could kill the baby,” Bull shot back. “The Boss will never speak to you again if that happens.”
“He'll never speak to anyone if he dies, idiot,” the pug grumbled. “We'll take him right to the hospital, it will be fine.”
“I don't think he'll be too happy waking up in the hospital. Where's his mate anyway?” Bull fretted. “I say we bring help here.”
“We're in the middle of nowhere. There's nothing that can be done for him here. He needs a hospital with doctors and operating rooms.” Pakkun paced restlessly as he tried to convince the gigantic hound to go along with his plan. “I'll take him to the hospital. You go get Iruka and Genma. The others can let Kurenai and that doctor woman know what's going on.”
“What about Ibiki?” Bull ventured. “He is the boss's mate, he should have a say in this.”
“He's not here, is he?” Pakkun argued. “In fact, he's never here when we need him. I said this whole marriage thing was a mistake, right from the start.”
“That's not your concern,” Kakashi whispered hoarsely. “What are you plotting?”
“No plotting,” Bull assured him. “We were just going to get you some help.”
“I don't need any help,” the copy-nin grumbled. “I'm a jounin for kami's sake.”
“You're a pregnant man with a fever and high blood pressure who just lost consciousness.”
Bull decided not to pull any punches, it was imperative Kakashi listened to them for a change. “You could have died, you could still die. If you die, your baby dies. We need to get you medical attention, now.”
“I'm going to the cabin,” the copy-nin stubbornly insisted. “I just need some time alone to think.”
“You'll die out there by yourself. You and the baby,” Pakkun jumped back into the fray. “I know that's not what you want. Why won't you let us help you?”
“I don't need help,” Kakashi stubbornly insisted. “I'm not a child, nor am I weak.”
“You help us when we're injured. We've helped you after a hard mission. Why should this be any different?” Bull reasoned. “Let them heal you, take care of the baby and then we can go wherever you like.”
“I don't want to go home,” the copy-nin insisted stubbornly. “He'll be there and I'm not ready to deal with that.”
“Deal with what?” the pug inquired nosily.
“Ibiki, the failure of my marriage, all of it,” Kakashi admitted with a sigh.
“What are you talking about?” Bull butted in. “Ibiki adores you, and you have a wonderful marriage.”
“No, you're wrong. He's tired of me and my secrets and demands. He left me, I won't be going home. I'll stay at the cabin until the baby is born. Then maybe I'll live over the shop.”
“Wait a minute,” the pug growled. “Even if that is the case, why are you moving out? It is Hatake house after all. You deserve to live there far more than he does.”
“I don't want to live there without him,” the copy-nin whispered sadly. “He can have it. I don't need all those reminders of broken promises. Best to start fresh somewhere new.”
“With a child?” Pakkun asked doubtfully.
“Two children,” Kakashi corrected him. “My son will be born in just a few weeks. Maybe I should get settled now, before this baby comes. Then I won't have to disrupt their routine.”
“I don't think you need anything else on your plate right now.” Pakkun sometimes wondered if the jounin really was a genius. “They won't remember anything when they're so small. Wait until you are sure of what you want before you get all hot and bothered about it.”
“I don't think it's unreasonable to want to bring my children into a nice welcoming home,” the copy-nin thundered. “What would you know about it anyway?”
“Nothing,” Bull soothed. “We just want to take care of you and your babies, boss. Please let us take you to the hospital. If they say you're alright we'll go stay at the cabin for as long as you like.” The massive hound tried to signal Pakkun to go along with him, hoping to ease the jounin into compliance.
“Are you insane?” the pug bellowed, rounding on his fellow ninken before elaborating. “There's no way he can be out in the middle of nowhere on his own. They probably won't even let him out of the hospital until after the baby is born. What earthly good is it to get his hopes up?”
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Ibiki cracked open an eye and surveyed his surroundings. There was no sign of Kisame, which was a relief, but his hands were still bound. The interrogator settled back to wait and gather his strength. If anything he'd get one chance at escape, he intended to be prepared.
Zetsu hummed tunelessly as he let himself into the apartment. He'd only been sharing the space with Kisame for a few weeks and it was still unnerving to come home and find someone inside. He stopped short when he realized there were two chakra sources in the apartment, his lover was in the shower, their guest in the bedroom. This gets better and better, he thought, practically rubbing his hands together with glee. Kisame brought a toy home to play with.
Zetsu's eyes went wide as they took in the sight of the blood-smeared interrogator. He eagerly slid up behind the captive, nipping Ibiki's ear sharply before whispering. “I'm so glad Kisame got you warmed up for me. I love it when he's all wound up.”
Green fingers caressed scarred flanks and Ibiki fought to suppress his shudder when the Grass nin's tongue snaked out to lick the blood off his thigh. “Maybe I should indulge before the big guy gets back. I'd hate to miss out on an opportunity like this.”
Zetsu began to scratch and pinch at the bleeding scores covering the interrogator's back and legs. Once the blood was freely flowing he eagerly freed his swelling erection from his pants and thrust into Ibiki's sluggishly bleeding anus, cackling with glee as fresh blood oozed out to lubricate his passage.