Into the Fire

Chapter Fifty-Two

Gaara stopped outside a set of elaborately carved sandstone doors, turning to his companion to whisper somewhat nervously, “Welcome home Kakashi-san. I hope you enjoy your time here.” He grasped the copy-nin’s hand firmly, pulling him forward as he pushed the doors open and strode into the room . . . only to be met by the worried faces of his brother and sister.

“Gaara, where have you been?” Temari scolded, “Everyone’s been worried sick.”

The Kazekage merely rolled his eyes at her, tugging the jounin forward to stand beside him. “This is Hatake Kakashi.” he murmured, “He’ll be staying with me from now on.”

“Hatake-san.” the blonde woman acknowledged him with a brief nod, “What do you mean he’ll be staying here?”

“He is my companion . . . he will be staying with me.” the Kazekage replied with a shrug, “He has agreed to teach me about pleasure.”

“Oh . . . OH!” Kankuro exclaimed when his brother’s meaning hit home. “I don’t know Gaara, I think we can find you someone more . . . appropriate . . . no offense Hatake-san.”

“None taken.” Kakashi murmured politely, although his hand tightened on Gaara’s.

“Meaning what Kankuro?” the Kazekage asked in irritation.

“A woman.” his brother replied with a leer, hands tracing an hourglass shape in the air in front of him.

“Women are disturbing.” the redhead declared flatly, “Kakashi-san is more than qualified for the position . . . he was the former Otokage’s companion and he’s a bound concubine of the Mizukage . . . not to mention spending time with the former Hokage and our own father. He was even Otokage himself for a short time.”

The copy-nin shifted uncomfortably as his history was revealed. This was the worst part about being a whore . . . the way people looked at him when they found out. He shifted his gaze to study the siblings from under his bangs. Kankuro’s face was twisted in disgust . . . Temari, on the other hand, had an almost sympathetic expression and it was she who mumbled, “It was a pleasure to meet you Hatake-san. I’m sure we will have a chance to speak soon.” before yanking her brother unceremoniously out the door.

“What were you thinking?” she hissed venomously as soon as the doors shut behind them, “Do you want to get yourself killed?”

“It isn’t right.” Kankuro insisted, “Pretty young woman all over this village are throwing themselves at his feet and instead he chooses some old man?” His voice rose as he continued his tirade, “He has grey hair, for god’s sake.”

“I think he’s very handsome.” Temari retorted with a dreamy smile, “Besides . . . it should be Gaara’s choice.”

“He needs an heir.” her brother snapped before turning and storming off down the hall, leaving the blonde woman to her own devices.

“Did I do something wrong?” the Kazekage asked worriedly, lifting the copy-nin’s chin to peer into his mesmerizing eyes.

“Of course not.” Kakashi replied thickly, swallowing hard before continuing in a somewhat firmer voice, “How you explain our relationship is up to you.”

“I hurt you.” Gaara said almost sadly.

“No.” the copy-nin insisted, “But your brother will never approve of me now. He believes I am too old . . . and too used, to be an appropriate companion to the Kazekage.”

“It is none of his business.” the redhead husked dangerously.

“He has your best interests at heart.” the jounin explained softly, “He’s thinking of your responsibilities to the village.”

“I have made my choice.” Gaara declared firmly, “Kankuro will just have to learn to live with it.”

“Thank you.” Kakashi whispered gratefully, turning to press his a tender kiss on a pale cheek, smiling as red bloomed in its wake.

“Why don’t I show you around?” the Kazekage suggested to draw attention away from his reaction. He headed toward the back of the apartment, pointing out the kitchen and his office before opening another set of double doors and stating flatly, “and, of course, the bedroom.”

“Just what I’ve been waiting for.” the copy-nin murmured. “Shall we start our lessons then?”
He bent his head and captured the redhead’s lips, pulling him into his arms and smiling widely as the tension melted from the lithe form. “That’s better.” he proclaimed when he pulled back.

Before Gaara realized exactly what was happening he was naked, stretched out on the bed with an equally naked copy-nin. He turned nearly panicked eyes on the older man, relaxing slightly when Kakashi smiled sweetly at him. “Now what?” the Kazekage croaked anxiously.

“Now I get to learn what you like.” the copy-nin retorted with a leer, slowly trailing his hand up the redhead’s side until it reached his neck. Gaara’s eyes slipped shut as the older man tightened his grip in flaming locks and bent to nibble on the pale column of the Kazekage’s throat.

The redhead let out a loud moan as goose bumps marched across his flesh, morphing into a full body shudder when teeth gently worried a pebbled nipple as Kakashi’s talented hand began to stroke his hardening flesh. “You’re very tense,” the copy-nin muttered huskily, “roll over and let me help you relax.”

The Kazekage obediently turned onto his stomach, head turned to the side to keep a wary eye on the jounin. “What are you going to do to me?” he whimpered.

“Nothing bad beautiful one.” Kakashi crooned sweetly, showing him the bottle of scented oil he’d palmed from his pack during their whirlwind trip to the bed. “I’m just going to help loosen you up a bit.”

Gaara gulped, but obediently put his head down as the copy-nin poured some oil into his hands to warm before smoothing them firmly up the Kazekage’s spine to his neck, expertly rolling and kneading the flesh, infusing his hands with chakra and pushing it into tense muscles to soften and warm them. Ever so slowly he moved down the long back, stopping at the creamy swell of firm buttocks and turning his attentions to long, slender arms, working his way to the fingertips before turning to the redhead’s surprisingly ticklish feet.

By the time he reached muscular thighs, Gaara’s eyes had fluttered shut and his entire body was limp and pliable. Kakashi smiled to himself as he silently observed the results of his handiwork before kneading and spreading tempting cheeks, occasionally rubbing a slick finger over the sensitive pucker, stimulating the nerve endings and drawing a loud gasp from the prone figure.

“That feel’s nice, doesn’t it?” the copy-nin whispered sultrily, “Relax while I make you feel good.” He bent his head and placed a kiss on a firm cheek before licking a hot trail down the crease to the Kazekage’s entrance, lapping hungrily at the tender flesh as he reveled in the moans bubbling out of Gaara’s throat. Eventually he tired of the teasing and thrust his tongue firmly inside, swirling and retreating, only to return, deeper than before. When a slick finger slid alongside the redhead whined, spreading his legs wide and pushing back into the sensation.

“Like that?” Kakashi husked, “Then you’ll love this.” A second finger joined the first to stroke firmly over Gaara’s prostate and the Kazekage shrieked, bucking back onto the intruding digits.

“Oh gods more.” the redhead mumbled dazedly.

“As you wish.” the copy-nin agreed with a chuckle, adding a third finger and thrusting them deep into the clutching heat, his own cock hardening at the wanton sight of all that pale, perfect flesh quivering at his touch. Finally he could stand it no longer and he pulled his fingers out with a loud squelch, flipping Gaara over and sliding down to take his weeping cock deep in his throat.

“No.” the Kazekage moaned, pulling Kakashi up for a desperate kiss, “Inside me.”

“Are you sure?” the jounin asked uncertainly.

“Now would be good.” the redhead replied through gritted teeth.

The copy-nin quickly lubed his dripping length, gently positioning himself and wrapping pale legs around his waist, locking eyes with Gaara’s intense turquoise orbs before slowly pushing into the intense heat of the younger man’s body. “Are you alright?” he whispered guiltily once he was seated to the hilt, watching anxiously as the Kazekage struggled to adjust.

“Kiss me.” the redhead entreated, and Kakashi was quick to comply, capturing the younger man’s lips as he started a slow rhythm with his hips, gradually rocking deeper and deeper until they were both moaning wantonly. The copy-nin reached between them, grasping Gaara’s weeping erection and stroking it firmly, rubbing his thumb over the head as he delivered a punishing series of thrusts to the redhead’s prostate.

“Uh hunh, you don’t want this to end so soon, do you?” Kakashi chuckled, pulling out completely and repositioned the stunned Kazekage on his knees sliding behind him and grasping his hips firmly before sliding deeper than ever with one explosive thrust.

“Again.” Gaara demanded aggressively, clutching the sheets in his hands and arching his back as the copy-nin did just that, pulling out completely only to slam back inside. He continued his punishing thrusts, satisfaction coursing through him when the redhead let out a loud wail as his prostate was repeatedly struck.

Time to move on, Kakashi decided when Gaara began to quiver uncontrollably and he wrapped a long-fingered hand around the Kazekage’s bobbing member and stroked it firmly as he began to continuously assault the younger man’s prostate.

Gaara felt a huge rush of heat and then his world went white as he shot his load hard into the sheets, the convulsions of his passage causing the copy-nin to thrust raggedly a few more times before filling the redhead with his seed and collapsing to the side, pulling the lighter body with him to lay panting, snuggled intimately together as their breathing calmed and sleep overtook them.