Into the Fire

Chapter Fifty-Three

Jiraiya and Ibiki were locked in battle with the Mizukage . . . the Mist leader arguing that the time to dispute the contract had passed years earlier . . . while Jiraiya asserted with equal force the fact that Kakashi was still a child at the time the contract was entered into and that he wasn’t old enough to make a lifetime commitment.

“Your Hokage himself approved the arrangement.” the Mizukage declared passionately, “Regardless of Hatake’s ability to agree, as a Konoha shinobi he is bound by Sarutobi-sama’s decision.”

“Sandaime was a pervert and a traitor.” Ibiki growled angrily, “The agreement will not be upheld.”

“I don’t understand.” the Mizukage announced angrily, “Why does one whore matter so much?”

“He is not a whore.” the interrogator growled threateningly, “He is a talented shinobi and a valued member of the community. Hatake-san embodies all that is best about Konoha.”

“Indeed . . . I have met many beauties from your land . . . but never one like Kakashi, he is magnificent.” the Mizukage agreed.

“He is mine.” the scarred man hissed warningly, “Touch him and die.”

“Now, now,” Jiraiya hastened to interrupt, “this hostility isn’t getting us anywhere. We’re willing to make reasonable recompense Mizukage-sama . . . but the Hokage has made himself clear, he will not be sending Hatake-san to you.”

“Then we go to war.” the old man decided abruptly, “Go warn your village, they should prepare to be destroyed.”

Before the negotiators could respond the doors to the chamber flew open and a runner appeared, placing a scroll in the Mizukage’s hands before abruptly departing. The old man unrolled the paper and read it quickly, face twisting in rage as he did so. When he finished he rolled the scroll back up and threw it at the pair. “Apparently this discussion is moot . . . it appears my grievance is with Suna. Will you threaten the Kazekage as you’ve threatened me, Morino-san?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ibiki wondered, as he struggled to hide the confusion and unease rising inside him.

“It seems Sabaku no Gaara, the new Kazekage of Suna, has claimed Hatake-san as his consort.” the Mizukage replied with an ugly laugh, “He would have been better off with me . . . there won’t be much left of him when Gaara is done.”

“What the hell is he doing in Suna?” the interrogator roared angrily, “This is all your fault, you pompous shit.” he continued, grabbing the old man by his robes and yanking him over his desk in a fit of pique, “If not for your perversion Kakashi would be home in Konoha where he belongs.”

“Stop it Morino.” Jiraiya demanded, pulling the scarred man off the Mizukage and planting himself between the two. “Even if that is the case Mizukage-sama, we still need to come to some agreement in the event Hatake-san returns to Konoha.” he continued reasonably, “Could we please continue our negotiations so I can conclude this affair and move on to more interesting matters than my nephew’s love life.”

Ibiki stopped listening as the two men returned to their bantering, his thoughts turning to the copy-nin, wondering how, and why, he ended up in Suna and what was really going on between his lover and the Kazekage. In the end, as so often was the case, he realized there was nothing he could do about the situation until the negotiations were concluded. Then I’m going to Oto . . . and if he’s not there I’ll head to Suna, the interrogator decided, in any event we should be home by spring. With that pleasant realization percolating in his brain he turned his attention back to the affair at hand, determined to wrap things up as soon as humanly possible.

“Do you know this Gaara?” the scarred man interjected, derailing the discussion yet again.

“Would you please stick to the matter at hand?” Jiraiya whined, “I’m not getting any younger.”

“Gaara’s young,” the Mizukage chortled, “only twenty-one . . . and quite the beauty I hear, too bad he’s so blood-thirsty. Still, even if you get him back somehow . . . how will you ever compete with that Morino-san?”

Ibiki didn’t bother to respond, instead he surged over the desk and wrapped massive hands around the old man’s throat, easily snapping his neck and letting the body drop carelessly to the floor. “And how do you plan on getting us out of here?” Jiraiya snarled, enraged that he had been drawn into this fiasco of a negotiation.

“Walk.” the interrogator responded tonelessly, propping the body up in a chair and positioning it carefully behind the desk so that the Mizukage appeared to be studying the scroll that had been delivered. He then strode carelessly out the door, dragging the startled sannin alongside and remarking loudly, “Well, at least his attention is on Suna now.” before hurrying to their rooms, grabbing their packs and slipping quietly out of the village.

“Go back to Konoha and tell the Hokage about what happened.” the scarred man ordered, “Let him know I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jiraiya demanded.

“To collect Kakashi.” Ibiki gritted out determinedly, “I won’t be coming back without him.”

“So . . . you’re going rogue and leaving me do deal with this mess?” the toad sage inquired curiously, peering intently into the interrogator’s flat black eyes, “I never would have expected it of you. If you want my opinion . . .”

“Not particularly.” the scarred man interjected blandly, “From what I’ve heard your opinions aren’t worth giving much regard.”

“I resent that.” Jiraiya retorted angrily, “Just because I don’t find the thought of two men together arousing, doesn’t mean that my insights aren’t valid.”

“I think when it comes to Kakashi you have repeatedly demonstrated that you have no insight whatsoever.” Ibiki barked, “Just go back to whatever it is you do and leave us be . . . after you deliver my message.”

“Yare, yare.” the white-maned man muttered even as he obediently turned toward Konoha, even as Ibiki set out in the opposite direction, anxious to get to Oto and see what he could uncover.

“You have holes.” Gaara stated flatly, bending closer to examine the nipple pinched between his fingers. “Why?”

“I was pierced . . . for decorative purposes.” the copy-nin replied wryly, “Do they not do such things here?”

“I have no idea.” the Kazekage declared after much thought. “Why don’t you wear them?”

“I left them behind.” came the bland reply, “Except for this one, I can’t take it out by myself.” Kakashi twisted erotically until he was positioned to display his guiche ring.

“Where else?” the redhead asked curiously.

“Here.” the copy-nin replied tightly, indicating the line of frenum piercings marching up his penis, “and twice through the head . . . see, right there.” he finished, indicating the holes left by the Prince Albert piercings the Daimyo had graced him with, a slight shiver running through him as he vividly recalled the feeling of the needle passing through his most sensitive flesh.

“I wish to see what it looks like.” Gaara declared suddenly, pulling the startled jounin up from the bed, “Get dressed.”

Kakashi compliantly did as requested, sliding into a pair of pants and tugging on a shirt while the Kazekage did the same before following the redhead out of the apartment. They wandered through the village until they came to a jeweler’s, ducking inside to explain their needs.

Before long they were back where they had started, Gaara watching intently as the copy-nin threaded the new rings through his nipples before turning shaky hands on the rods piercing his shaft, struggling with them until pale hands covered his and a soft voice whispered, “Let me help you.”

Kakashi watched with resignation as the redhead carefully replaced the rest of the rods, letting out a soft sigh when the first ring slipped through the head . . . and a strangled gasp when the last ring slipped into place and the Kazekage bent and engulfed his now throbbing length, taking it deep in his throat before sliding back up and tugging playfully on the rings with his tongue. “Now fuck me so I can feel them.”

“As you wish.” the copy-nin murmured, spreading lube on his fingers and abruptly sliding two deep inside Gaara’s puckered hole even as he kissed him passionately.

“Hurry up.” the redhead grumbled, “A little pain won’t kill me.”

“I refuse to hurt you on purpose.” Kakashi insisted as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of the tight passage, twisting and scissoring before adding a third, rubbing hard against the Kazekage’s prostate.

“In me now.” Gaara growled almost angrily, so the copy-nin quickly lubed his throbbing length, running a hand down the smooth unmarked length of the pale back in front of him before ever so slowly pushing inside, only stopping when he was buried completely in the redhead’s pale, perfect body.

“That feels amazing.” the young man whispered airily, “Don’t stop.”

“Of course not.” Kakashi replied with a sultry chuckle, pulling back until only the tip was inside before pushing slowly back in, watching with fascination as the tight ring stretched even tauter around each piercing as it entered, drawing a series of bubbling moans from the younger man, ending in a loud gasp of his name as Gaara’s prostate was struck.

The copy-nin’s brought all his skills to bear and soon the Kazekage was bucking and thrashing underneath him, finally coming hard with a loud cry. Kakashi thrust hard into the clutching heat, shutting his eyes and thinking of Ibiki and home as he released, shooting his seed deep inside the receiving body before falling back limp, empty, and unsatisfied.

“They are functional as well as decorative.” Gaara’s emotionless voice startled the jounin out of his thoughts, “Wear them from now on.”

“As you wish.” Kakashi conceded, curling around the smaller body protectively and cradling the redhead in his arms while he drifted off to sleep.