Questionable Loyalty

A/N: I wrote this chapter in the past two days. Before that I was terribly busy with stuff in RL and was way too exhausted to be able to think about the story, let alone actually write. >_< Anyway, I hope you like it.



Yuki: Tobi/Madara is a little difficult to pin as a character because he's so damn duplicious. As Tobi, he presents one very cheerful and almost happy-go-lucky facade, but as Madara he's downright creepy. I portrayed him the way I did in the previous chapter because I think that when he's alone with Pein (and especially since Konan is gone) he drops all pretenses and is just as nasty as he really is. When I was reading the manga, I was a little confused at first - I wondered why a man like Pein (what with his God complex) actually deferred to another person, someone who obviously disrespected him and mocked him. Then we got a little glimpse of Madara's phasing ability and it occurred to me that with this kind of power he'd practically be invinsible to Pein's techniques, especially the Deva Realm - you can't pull in or push away what is immaterial. So he'd have a clear advantage in a battle with Pein. Also, Pein is a figure-head and they both know it - and figure-heads need to be kept on a short leash, lest they get illusions of real power. Regarding a kinkier foursome, please be patient. I can't tell you details because I don't want to spoil, but I do have muses. Hopefully I'd be able to write them. XD



Yuki and Lividangel: I have been following your discussion on Kakashi's "sluttiness" in the comments and I'd like to butt in, if you don't mind. The initial muse about this fic didn't actually have any plot - it was all one big, hot, kinky Akatsuki/Kakashi orgy. Plot was born shortly after that, because, unfortunally, I am the type of person who needs to have smut in context, not just random smut. *cough* I didn't expect that the plot would turn so damn big. T_T Anyway, since the initial idea about this fic was actually centered on sex, it's normal that a big part of the story focuses on Akatsuki, Kakashi and smut. I am not adding the other characters simply because that if I do so I'd also have to several more plot-lines and I just can't do that. This fic is almost 200 pages long as it is. Kakashi's relationship with Kisame and Itachi may not be as deeply emotional in the sense that it's not True Love TM, but he is a person who is so terribly starved for affection that it's not surprising (to me, at least) that he'd be willing to accept Pein's views on sexual relationships. Now, the "relationship" with Iruka falls into whole different cathegory and makes things even more complicated so I won't discuss it for the moment.



Okay, now, after this LOOOOOONG A/N I bring you the fic!



CHAPTER 44





In the morning Kakashi woke up sore but warm, happy and sated. Itachi and he were still wrapped around each other, the brunette’s head tucked under his chin, the soft raven hair tickling his lips. Kisame apparently had woken up earlier and wandered off somewhere, but he hadn’t forgotten to cover them with the blankets and carefully tuck them in to protect them from the chill of the autumn morning. Pein was nowhere in sight and it didn’t seem like he had spent the night there – his side of the bed seemed long cold. Strange.



The Jounin attempted to extract himself slowly from Itachi’s embrace but the younger man immediately felt the movement and murmured something in his sleep, his delicate arms tightening around Kakashi, his breath whispering over his nipple. Kakashi sucked in his breath and tried to force himself to relax. A naked Itachi in his arms was more than a little tempting, but he felt uncomfortable doing anything sexual with him without Kisame, or Pein for that matter, present.



Itachi slowly came out of his slumber and blinked owlishly up at Kakashi’s face, looking awfully innocent with his confused gaze and mussed morning hair.



“G’mornin’” he muttered and yawned.



Kakashi smiled.



“Good morning to you too.”



“Where’s Kisame?”



“He probably went to make you breakfast. You seem to have your own personal chef, Itachi.”



“More like a mother hen.” Was the cranky reply.



“Not a morning person, are you?”



Itachi only snorted quietly and buried himself deeper under the covers.



“Pein-sama’s gone too.” Kakashi stated. Since Itachi didn’t respond, he continued “I thought he’d stay the night…”



”He often goes to work early in the morning, Kakashi. You must’ve noticed that by now.” Itachi murmured sleepily.



“I did… It’s just that…”



“You expected him to stay after last night?”



Kakashi nodded and frowned.



“I am acting like a lovestruck girl, am I not?” he flopped back onto the pillows.

“A little, I guess. I wouldn’t know – don’t know many lovestruck girls.” Itachi noted and scooted closer to Kakashi, his small hand traveling down his muscled chest and flat belly to run his fingertips over his slowly filling organ. “Besides… I don’t like girls this way.”



Kakashi moaned softly and covered his eye with his hand when the Uchiha began to stroke him determinedly.



“What are you doing to me…?” he whispered and arched his hips into the delicious touch.



“That’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” Kisame’s voice came from the bedroom’s door. Itachi’s hand stilled, but didn’t let go. Kakashi looked up and flushed when he met Kisame’s heated gaze. He tried to apologize, but the larger man waved his hand dismissively.



“By all means, keep going. I love watching.” He walked in and sat down on a loveseat by the wall, his hand traveling down to the already visible bugle tenting his loose pants.



It was all the permission he needed to grab the Uchiha by the back of his neck and pull him down for a rough, possessive kiss, feeling the smaller body mould itself next to his as Itachi only scooted even closer, mewling softly into their liplock.



“Easy, Hatake.” Kisame’s warning voice reached his ears. “Be gentle with him. Don’t hurt him.”



It made him regain his senses and the kiss quickly became much gentler and slower, the death grip he had on Itachi’s hair loosening and turning into petting. The Uchiha’s naked body under his shuddered in pleasure and he wrapped a smooth leg around Kakashi’s hips, pulling him closer. Kakashi reached behind himself and pulled the covers away, revealing their bodies to Kisame’s hungry gaze.



“Beautiful.” The older man breathed and with the corner of his eye Kakashi saw that he had unzipped his pants and was slowly stroking his engorged organ up and down while watching them. “You two look so beautiful together.”



Kakashi hummed and withdrew from the kiss to mouth Itachi’s throat and lick his way down to his chest, tracing the elegant muscles with his tongue. As fragile-looking as Itachi was, he was still a Ninja, and his body was trained to fight and kill – there was nothing flabby or weak about him – he was all muscle and sinew and smooth, satiny flesh that tasted divine. Kakashi couldn’t help but wonder if Pein would’ve taken him regardless of whether he had his freak out episodes or not.



The Jounin’s hands slid down Itachi’s slender waist to cup his bottom before digging an index finger inside of him, feeling his still stretched and lubed entrance quiver at his bold touch. Itachi moaned at the sensation and only pressed himself closer onto the questing finger.



“More.” He demanded wetly in Kakashi’s ear and nibbled on his neck.



More than a little surprised at Itachi’s demanding behaviour, Kakashi looked up to meet Kisame’s golden eyes questioningly. The older man raised an eyebrow at smirked at him, clearly not surprised at all – apparently Itachi wasn’t as submissive as he acted most of the time.



“It’s okay, Kakashi. Give him what he wants.”



Kakashi nodded and after a short moment of hesitation suddenly pushed Itachi onto the bed and flipped him over without a warning, forcing him on his hands and knees. Itachi turned his head and looked at him over his shoulder, an open, needy expression on his face as he gazed up at Kakashi, then he deliberately spread his knees as far as he could and lifted his bottom invitingly.



The message was clear and Kakashi didn’t hesitate at all this time – he grabbed his own erection and guided it into Itachi’s quivering hole, sliding in without a warning and pressing in until he his hips were flush to Itachi’s ass. The Uchiha’s jaw dropped at the sensation and his arms gave out – he fell on his shoulders and his hands fisted into the sheets.



“Kakashi-san…” he mewled helplessly.



“How does it feel, baby?” Kisame asked softly.



“Good…nnnhh… soo good, love.”



“He loves to have a cock in his ass.” Kisame commented conversationally as he got up from the loveseat and walked up to the bed, his hand suddenly fisting in Itachi’s mussed sable hair and pulling him up until he was facing his massive organ. The Uchiha readily opened his mouth and allowed Kisame to slide in as much as he could.



The hot channel around Kakashi’s erection throbbed and tightened and the Jounin flung his head back and moaned, trying to keep his hips still, wanting to give the younger man a few more moments to adjust to his girth. Apparently Kisame had no such compulsions because he began to thrust immediately into his lover’s open mouth, keeping his head in place by holding onto his hair.



“What happened with not hurting him?” Kakashi asked hoarsely.



Kisame didn’t pause in his thrusting while he responded:



“This is not hurting him, trust me. He loves it.”



As if to support what the Mist Nin had just said, the Uchiha lifted his hips even further and tried to rock onto Kakashi’s cock. The Jounin took the hint and began to move, gradually picking up speed. The two of them eventually coordinated their thrusting so they were in synch – when Kakashi pulled back, Kisame pushed in. Between them, Itachi couldn’t even make a sound other than a sweet whimpering around the larger man’s thick organ, his body writhing and rocking needily. He had managed to grip Kisame’s muscled thighs for support and leverage and held on for dear life while they took him roughly.



Kakashi could feel his orgasm approaching fast, starting as a tingle at the base of his spine and fanning out, heat spreading through every nerve of his body. By the look of things Kisame wasn’t very far behind because his grip on Itachi’s hair was almost brutal, as was the speed with which he was thrusting in his mouth. Kakashi wished that he could move aside just so he could see the way the thick organ stretched the Uchiha’s soft, full lips, wide. They had to be swollen and reddened by now, a thin stream of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth as the engorged, glistening cock slid in and out. The mental image was enough to bring him over the edge and he groaned throatily as he pressed himself as deep as he could into his lover, his hips trembling and jerking as he poured his seed inside him. Kisame followed close behind with a hoarse cry and rocking into Itachi’s mouth.



Kakashi felt a little dizzy as he carefully pulled out of the Uchiha with a wet sound and watched a glistening trail of come escape the swollen, abused entrance and slide down Itachi’s smooth thigh. Kisame withdrew as well, as gently as he could, petting his lover hair tenderly as he eased him back on the bed. Itachi seemed boneless with relaxation and when Kisame turned him over Kakashi realized that the young man had finished as well. Apparently being filled from both sides at the same time had triggered his own orgasm. His gaze traveled up the flushed body to Itachi’s face and his eye widened – his expression was blissful as he slowly licked his come-stained lips. On a spur of the moment Kakashi leaned down and licked his chin, tasting Kisame’s flavour before giving Itachi a deep kiss, feeling more of the same in his mouth. When he pulled away, Kisame suddenly grabbed him and kissed him roughly, his large hand in Kakashi’s hair. He sagged in the powerful embrace and allowed his lover to fuck his mouth with his tongue.



An hour later, after a long, luxurious shower back his place and a large breakfast mooched off Kisame and Itachi, he was dressed and looked quite presentable as he knocked on Pein’s door and entered after the quiet permission from the inside.



What he found in the office, however, was not what he expected. Before Pein’s desk there was a man sitting, a man Kakashi had never seen before – tall, dressed in black and with a hooded cloak that was made of the same cloth as the Akatsuki uniforms. He was sprawled on his chair, his posture an image of relaxation. In contrast, Pein was sitting ramrod straight on the edge of his seat, his face as expressionless as usual, but there was something in his eyes, some sort of tension that Kakashi hadn’t seen there before.



The masked man turned around and noticed Kakashi.



“Helloooo!” he said cheerfully with a surprisingly gravelly and unpleasant voice. Jumping from his chair, he walked up quickly to Kakashi, much too close for comfort, then bowed sharply and the Jounin had to pull back so as not to be headbutted by the strange orange mask.



“I am Tobi! Pleased to meet you!”



“Hatake Kakashi.” He offered hesitantly but refused to take a step back away from the man.



“Kakashi-san! Pein-sama told me about you already! Welcome to Akatsuki!” it was said in the same cheerful tone. “I always love meeting the new people.” The man clarified.



“Tobi has been part of the organization for some time now.” Pein said evenly at Kakashi’s questioning look.



“Pleased to meet you too.” Kakashi muttered. ‘I think.’ He added in his head.



“I’ll be going now. Deidara-senpai said that we’ll go and raid the kitchen for all of Itachi-san’s sweets.” The man said happily and turned to bow to Pein. “Boss. I trust you remember what we talked about earlier, ne?” the cheerful tone didn’t change but what Kakashi saw in Pein’s eyes as the man walked out caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. It was fear – raw, unadulterated fear. It was there only for a few moments and was covered by the man’s mask so fast that one could blink and miss it, but Kakashi saw it. Pein was afraid of this man. He was terrified to his very core of him.