Questionable Loyalty

A/N: And with this chapter the flashback part of the plot concludes. XD I admit that I've been imagining the smut scene in this chapter for MONTHS now, usually in the most inappropriate situations and times, when I was supposed to be doing something entirely different. *cough* However, when the time came to actually write it, I felt quite nervous if it'd turn out as hot as I imagined it. I hope I didn't fail completely. Enjoy!



CHAPTER 50





Later that evening, Nagato told him to go downstairs and “help” Kisame with whatever he planned to cook – that is, get in the older man’s way and annoy him to tears – they all knew that Kakashi could burn water. Surprisingly, the Mist Nin took his presence very calmly and designated him to peel and cut whatever vegetables he needed for their meals.



“Considering your career choice, slicing and dicing shouldn’t be much of a problem, Kakashi-kun.” Kisame had said with a cheeky smile as he handed him the carrots.



“Oh, haha.” Kakashi answered glumly and got to work. They prepared the food in silence for a while, Kisame busy around the stove and Kakashi dealing with the vegetables, until the large man finally spoke:



“If you get any gloomer, you’d spoil all the food in this kitchen. What’s wrong?”



“Nothing.” Kakashi muttered. The last thing he wanted was to admit to Kisame that he was thinking of Itachi’s impending demise.



“Don’t worry about Itachi.” Kisame said after a while.



“How did you…?”



“Oh, I am not stupid. I saw how you looked at him when we come up to the office to pick you up.”



“How do you put up with it?” Kakashi asked softly.



For a moment, Kisame stopped stirring whatever he was cooking.



“He is still alive, you know. I am retaining my sanity by looking forward to every waking or sleeping moment spent with him. Every last one of them. I try not to think of what is to come, but when I do, I accept it. I have little other choice but to accept it.”



Kakashi began to chop the peppers.



“I have grown up around death, Kakashi-kun. It has been my only constant companion during my entire life, and it seems that it’d continue to be this way. I am used to her presence.”



“You make it sound so easy.” Kakashi murmured.



“Easy? No. It’s never easy. You know, when they pitched us against each other in our Graduation Exam in Kirigakure, I fought against my brother.”



Kakashi stopped chopping.



“The brother who was my only family, who had fought and bled by my side, who watched my back when I was sick or injured, and whose back I watched when he was too beat up to fight back. We knew that we’d have to fight in the end, and we promised each other that we’d give our best in that battle, and whoever survived would never feel guilty, because we’d know that there was no other choice. If we didn’t fight, we’d both die. That way, at least one of us would live, and we were determined to give each other that chance.”

“You won.”



“Obviously. I won, and I killed him, and I stood there, looking down at his mangled body and I felt no remorse. Not at that moment, at least. You know why?”



“No.”



“Because our fight allowed him the dignity of the death he had chosen, and sometimes that is the only dignity a man has left.”



Kakashi’s throat had closed up. He swallowed several times before he spoke:



“Why are you telling me all of this?”



“Because right now, I am doing the same with Itachi. We are both pressed by the circumstances – Itachi can die in a bed somewhere, his condition sapping his strength and life until he is a shadow of his former self, until he wastes away into nothing, his sacrifice meaningless. That is what will happen if I grab him and take him away from here – it’ll buy him a few more years, perhaps, if he stops being an active agent and spends his day resting. Or he can die fighting and give his brother the chance mine never had. I am allowing… no, assisting my lover to do what he needs to do, to give his life, and death, meaning.” Kisame sounded calm and collected, but Kakashi could feel the barely perceptive tremor in his voice towards the end, he could see the way his hand had tightened into a fist so tight that there was blood seeping between his clenched fingers and falling on the floor.



Kakashi got up from his chair, walked up to the Mist Nin, who turned and looked at him, his golden eyes glittering with barely controlled emotion, and gently took the large bleeding hand into his smaller ones. Carefully, he pulled at the fingers, forcing the man to open his palm and reveal the bloody, crescent marks his fingernails had left in his flesh. It took very little effort to activate a minor healing Jutsu, his own hand glowing blue when he pressed his fingers to the wounds.



When the flesh closed, he took a tissue from a box on the counter, and cleaned away the blood gently, then kissed the center of the open palm. Kisame moved his hand and cupped Kakashi’s cheek.



“You too are very precious, you know that?”



Kakashi leaned into the touch.



“I hope that one day Pein-sama, if faced with such a decision, would make a more selfish choice than mine.”



Despite the conversation with Kisame, or perhaps because of it, when the Mist Nin and Kakashi went upstairs, carrying the food on a tiered wheel-trail, he felt much calmer and much more at peace than before. He didn’t feel sick with grief when he saw the Uchiha lighting the candles on the table he and Nagato had set up. The apprehension he felt about his impending departure and being away from his lover was still there, was still painful, but somehow it felt more understated now. Bittersweet, almost. Yes, he was going, but he was doing this for Nagato, for Konoha, for Ame, and for everyone else – for all those children who would never become another Itachi if he did his job well.



When Nagato looked up and their gazes met, Kakashi smiled.



“I hope you like miso soup.”



The dinner was a quiet, intimate affair, the four of them chatting about minor, every day things – the weather, the strange rumour about the Feudal Lord of the Lightning country having a third nipple – apparently the story fascinated Kisame for some unfathomable reason.



“You have no idea” the large man stated seriously “How many times I’ve been asked if I have two penises. And just because I remind people of a shark.” He pouted, which looked both adorable and incredibly weird on his angular face. “Zabuza was even insisting that I hide it in a pouch and kept trying to feel me up in the communal showers.” He complained.



“Oh, he was just trying to get in your bed, Kisame.” Itachi said and fed his lover a little morsel. “He must’ve known instinctively what a great lay you are. Or he just had some very strange fantasies regarding you having a pair of…”



“Okay, okay, I got your drift.” Kisame said hurriedly with his mouth full, swallowed and leaned to kiss the brunette.



Kakashi watched them serenely, his head on Nagato’s shoulder, his lover’s arm wrapped around his waist gently. The red-head’s lips and nose were in his hair, breathing in his scent, laying soft kisses on his scalp.



“I love the way you smell.” Nagato whispered. Kakashi closed his eyes and leaned into the embrace, feeling the hand on his waist sliding under his thin shirt and teasing the smooth skin over his spine. The touch was feather-light, but raised goosebumps on Kakashi’s flesh, he gasped softly and arched into the caress.



“So needy.” Nagato murmured. Kisame and Itachi had stopped talking and were looking at the display with interest.



Nagato reached and took a piece of orange, sunny-bright in colour and full and juicy and brought it to Kakashi’s lips. The Jounin bit into it as he looked up to his lover, his expression both submissive and inviting. The sweet juice slid from his lips down to his chin and Nagato leaned to lick it clean before giving Kakashi a possessive kiss, tasting the orange on his mouth. His other hand slid to Kakashi’s thigh and began to pet and squeeze him. The Jounin’s hands fisted in Nagato’s simple indigo shirt and he mewled into the kiss, pressing himself further to his lover. The kiss became rougher, more passionate, Nagato was putting all his need to lay a claim on him into it.



“I think” Kisame said “That we need to move this to the nearest bedroom.”



Without stopping the kiss or responding to Kisame, Nagato’s arm on his thigh moved to under his knees, the other arm already around his waist, and he lifted him, having no problem getting up and carrying his weight. Kisame and Itachi followed them into the bedroom.



Nagato carefully deposited him on the bed and ran his hands greedily over his slim body. Kakashi watched him through his half-open eye, noticing the silhouettes of the other two by the door, quietly watching the scene. There was no hesitation in Nagato’s movements as he began to undress the Jounin, taking off each piece of clothing, folding it meticulously and placing it on a chair by the bed. In the end, Kakashi lay naked on the dark satiny sheets, aroused and spread out like feast before the three sets of eyes that were looking hungrily down at him. He couldn’t help but smile:



“Am I the dessert or something?”



Nagato gave him an answering smile:



“Or something.” He agreed. Itachi had hugged him from behind, the Uchiha’s delicate hands sliding under his shirt and teasing the smooth skin of his flat belly, bunching up the cloth and revealing tantalizing glimpses of pale flesh. Kisame moved around them and sat on the edge of the bed, Kakashi feeling the mattress dip under his weight. The Mist nin smiled down at him in a predatory manner, made all the more predatory by his pointy teeth. When he touched him, though, he was gentle, his large, sword-callused fingers sliding over his body, exploring every inch of skin. Kakashi shivered and arched into the questing hands, feeling completely shameless. Absently, he compared the texture of Kisame’s hands to the other two – the large man’s palms were warm, callused to the point of having an almost-sandpapery texture. Itachi’s were much smoother, the only calluses on his fingers coming from his not so frequent use of Kunai and Shuriken. Nagato, on the other hand, had hands as satiny as those of a feudal lord or an artist. That was very rare among the Ninja, men and women alike, because frequent use of weapons or hand to hand combat left your hands callused on either side. The nature of Nagato’s power was different, Kakashi knew that, and yet, when those elegant, smooth fingers touched him, he couldn’t help but shiver at the raw power hidden in them. No, Nagato was no lazy, pampered politician.



Kisame pinched his thigh lightly and Kakashi yelped, then looked up to the grinning man and frowned accusingly. Kisame’s smile became even more insolent:



“Pay attention.” He ordered.



Kakashi nodded and his gaze moved from Kisame to Nagato and Itachi and he realized the red-head had lost his shirt at some point, as had Itachi, because they were busy petting and kissing each other. Nagato had let Itachi’s hair out of its tie, and now it fell smooth and shiny and thick all the way down to his waist, framing his delicate face like raven’s wings. Nagato, on the other hand, had taken off his hitai-ate, his own spiky hair now wild and untamed around his face, but at the same time looking so soft and silken that Kakashi’s fingers itched to slide through it.



All thoughts left his mind when Kisame leaned and kissed him, his broad hand cupping his face and keeping him in place while the large man explored his mouth hungrily. Other hands joined Kisame’s and began to caress his naked body, their inquisitive touches stocking the fire that burned within him. He gasped into the kiss and arched into the bold touches, his arms clutching at the sheets above his head. Other mouths followed the hands, wet and hot, his lovers’ tongues sliding over his muscles and playing with the scars he had accumulated over the years. His body was thrumming with arousal, but he was determined to wait, to control himself, to be what they wanted of him this night, their final night together. He wanted it to be special and he could feel that they wanted the same. A soft mouth was wrapped around his nipple, the metal on the tongue flicking over it cueing Kakashi that it was Nagato’s; another on his belly, leaving wet trails down to his groin and his already hard and glistening arousal. Itachi didn’t take it into his mouth though, only ran his tongue down to his thigh to the underside of his leg, grabbing his ankle and lifting, then nibbling the sensitive flesh at the back of his knee, his free hand reaching and fondling his balls. Kakashi buckled into the touches and whimpered in Kisame’s mouth, and there was a quiet chuckle coming from someone above him.



“So eager, always so eager.” Nagato murmured and then something slid around his cock, something cool and hard and metallic – a cockring, snug around the base of his erection.



“To make sure that you stay a good boy.” Itachi explained lightly and giggled from his spot between Kakashi’s knees.



Kisame withdrew and all three of them looked down on him, hungry, eager expressions on their faces. Kakashi flushed but was too far gone to feel particularly shy or bashful, he looked back at them boldly and spread his knees, his arms still above his head, gripping the headboard.



“Little slut.” Nagato murmured and the Jounin’s eye slid closed. “Tell us what you want.” His lover continued.



Kakashi shuddered again, took a deep breath.



“I want you. All of you. And…” he could feel the blush creeping up his neck and cheeks again. “I want… I want what you mentioned that night in your lair. When I took you.”



He could hear Nagato’s breathing quickening at the suggestions, but when the red-head spoke again, his voice was very serious:



“Are you sure?”



“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”



“Okay.”



The sound of a wet kiss.



“What is he talking about, Pein-sama?” Itachi’s voice, gone hoarse with arousal.



Nagato hummed and whispered something too low for Kakashi to hear. Kisame chuckled.



“You were right, he’s such a needy little slut.” The large man commented.



The bed dipped under the weight of someone who sat down.



“Open your eyes, love.” Nagato ordered and Kakashi obeyed, looking up at him between his spread legs. Nagato was holding a pillow. “Lift your hips.”



Kakashi obeyed again and his lover tucked the pillow under him, elevating his hips and making access easier. Itachi was rummaging through the nightstand drawer and when he found it, he took out Nagato’s vial of oil. He handed it to Nagato and slid on the bed as well, lying down on his side next to Kakashi, giving him another wet kiss. Kisame was perched further down, watching the display with a predatory expression on his face, his eyes flickering from Kakashi’s and Itachi’s faces down to whatever Nagato was doing. Itachi smiled and pulled himself up, sitting down next to the Jounin’s face and gently pulling his head in his lap so that he was facing his arousal. His delicate fingers slid over Kakashi’s lips and the Uchiha murmured:



“Suck, pretty.”



Kakashi obeyed, sliding his mouth over the slender length, sighing at the familiar taste. At the same time, he felt Nagato’s well-oiled fingers in circling his opening before the red-head inserted the first one. It didn’t even sting, by this time he had learned to relax. Kisame’s large hand was rubbing soothing circles low on his stomach, the tips of his fingers brushing the base of his cock under the smooth cockring. Itachi’s hand was in his hair, running his fingers through the silken silver hairs as he slowly rocked his hips against his face, his erection going in and out of his wet mouth. Kakashi’s eyes were open and he was looking up at the Uchiha, meeting his own heated gaze as he felt another finger being inserted, still quite easily, the oil dripping from Nagato’s hand and onto the satiny sheets under them. At the second finger Kisame had wrapped his lips around the Jounin’s captive cock as well, suckling gently, mindful of his teeth.



Nagato took his time stretching him, teasing him, his long, elegant fingers rubbing against his prostate in a maddening rhythm, the wet heat of Kisame’s mouth driving the Jounin crazy with need but the cockring stopped him effectively from reaching his peak. He didn’t mind – he liked being under their control, confident in his trust in them.



By the time Nagato had slid in a third finger he gestured to Itachi and the younger man withdrew his cock from Kakashi’s mouth, eliciting a surprised and then a disappointed moan from him as he tried to chase after the wet arousal with his lips, but a firm hand in his hair stopped him.



The fourth finger did sting, quite a lot at that, and Kakashi realized that Itachi had withdrawn because he wasn’t sure if the Jounin would be able to control himself enough not to bite him. Kakashi whimpered softly at the sensation of being stretched so wide combined with the wet heat of Kisame’s mouth around his own throbbing arousal. He leaned and placed a loving kiss on the tip of Itachi’s erection, tasting the clear fluid that had gathered at the tip. His thighs spread further, eager to make his lover finish what he had started. Even so, he hadn’t anticipated the pain and the stinging of having the final finger inserted – his jaw dropped and he flung his head back against the pillows, a gurgling moan escaping his lips that only intensified when Nagato curled his fingers into a fist and kept his hand there, stretching him impossibly wide. Kisame withdrew from his cock and all three of them looked down at him, their heated gazes running over his trembling body. Despite the stinging, or maybe because of it, his organ was twitching in a dry orgasm against his flat belly, his head turning from side to side as his hips slowly began to rock against the invader.



“Oh, oh…” Kakashi was moaning, his hands sliding down from their position above his head and moving to tease his own nipples and rub his belly, but when he reached to wrap his fingers around his arousal Itachi slapped his hand away. He looked up at them pleadingly, asking them to do something, to take him, to allow him to finish, but DO something.

Nagato only smiled gently down at him and slowly, torturously withdrew his hand, letting Kakashi feel each ridge of his fingers and knuckles as they passed through his stretched entrance. The Jounin gasped and bit his lips, his thighs trembling at the stimulation and when it was finally out he sighed and relaxed against the pillows.



Without another word they all moved, Kisame easily lifting him off the bed and then depositing him onto Nagato’s lap when the red-head sat down onto the mattress and took Kakashi from his arms. The Jounin was like a rag-doll – relaxed and needy, perfectly easy to manhandle. It wasn’t difficult for his lover at all to grab him by the hips, lifting up and then impaling him onto his jutting erection. Kakashi let out a mewl when it filled him – not as thick as Nagato’s fist had been, but so much longer, filling him so sweetly inside. The strong hands around his hips began to lift him and lower him rapidly and he tried to help them as much as he could, despite his muscles feeling watery with arousal. At some point he remembered about the other two and turned around to look at them, meeting Itachi’s needy gaze. Both were aroused, Kisame holding the Uchiha from behind and running his hands all over his body. Itachi held his gaze, staring back at him, his succulent mouth semi-open and the pink tongue coming to wet the soft lips.



Suddenly he felt fingers teasing the stretched muscle around Nagato’s cock as it slowly rocked back and forth inside of him. The fingers caressed and teased and eventually one of them slid inside along with the erection spearing into the Jounin and his jaw dropped again at the sensation.



“Oh… oh, what are you doing?”



“Trust me.” Nagato said simply. “We’ll never hurt you.”



So he trusted him.



Above his shoulder, Nagato met and held Itachi’s gaze as well, and whatever silent communication passed between them made the Uchiha kneel behind him and his delicate fingers joined Nagato’s. Kakashi was already stretched, he didn’t need any more preparation for this and yet both of them added more oil, stretched him further, wanting, needing to be sure that he would be okay.



When Itachi slid next to Nagato’s arousal, filling him and stretching him even further, all he could do was mewl softly, the edges of his vision darkening when both arousals rubbed against that needy spot inside of him. Large, gentle hands slid in his hair and turned his face away, a thick, leaking cock rubbed against his lips and he opened his mouth instinctively to take it in as much as he could, his jaws stretched to the limit.



They all began to move at once, at a careful, slow pace, taking him, claiming him, marking him as theirs. All he could do was relax and take it, too far gone to even make a sound, his eye closed as they rocked into him, over and over.



He felt them finish, their essence pouring into him and into his mouth, escaping the corner of his lips, the hand in his hair tightening for a moment.



Afterwards they watched him, lying panting on the bed, their come leaking out of his stretched entrance and down his chin, his arousal still as hard and having gone almost purple with need against his stomach. Nagato reached and released the cockring. A few flicks of his thumb against his slit was all it took for him to come as well, pleasure ripping through him, almost painful in its intensity.



In the morning, he and Nagato stood in the outskirts of the village, alone this time, and held each other. A simple healing jutsu had taken most of the soreness caused by last night’s activities away, but a little bit of the sting remained, as per Kakashi’s request, needing to feel his lover for as long as it was possible.



Soon, the agent from Iwa would arrive and Kakashi would go with him, setting their plan in motion and there would be no turning back for either of them.



Kisame and Itachi had said their goodbyes in the Tower and the memory of it was bittersweet. Nagato had walked with him to the meeting place, hand in hand with him, both of them silent, preparing for what was to come.



As they stood in the empty plane surrounding Ame, holding each other, dawn broke, windy and blood-red, the bright sunrays piercing through the thick cover of clouds for a few minutes before disappearing and darkness, heavy and grey fell over the lovers and the village.



The envoy had arrived. It was time.