Into the Fire

A/N - msuzumaki, thank you so much for the catch, I fixed the kage problem (that's what I get for writing in the wee hours when I'm half asleep!). solataire1 and ShikaCouFan4Life - thank you for letting me know this is worth continuing, however, it still has probably 15-20 chapters left to go so it won't be over that soon!


Chapter Fifty-Five

Raidou approached the gates of Suna with some trepidation. Although he had initially been elated by Kakashi’s suggestion, now that he was so close to his destination he was having second thoughts. I can always go back to Konoha, he reminded himself even as he slowed to a crawl, I just need to give it a chance. Decision made he squared his shoulders and headed into the village, taking the opportunity to familiarize himself with things on his way to the Kazekage’s office.

Eventually he could stall no longer, and he headed into the imposing building in search of the copy-nin. “Hatake-san.” he exclaimed in delight when he spied a recognizable tuft of silver hair, rushing forward to greet the familiar figure.

“Ah, Namiashi-san, you made it.” Kakashi replied joyfully, turning to face the approaching jounin, “It’s wonderful to see you, thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me.”

Raidou, meanwhile, was standing stock still, mouth agape and eyes fixed on the copy-nin’s exposed face. He gulped as he realized how foolish he must look, shaking his head before responding disjointedly, “You’re not wearing your mask.”

“Does it bother you?” Kakashi asked worriedly, “I can put it on if you prefer . . . I’ve just gotten out of the habit.”

“No, no.” the scarred nin insisted, “It’s fine . . . more than fine, I never realized what a good looking man you were Hatake-san.”

“I trust your journey went well?” the copy-nin queried, effectively changing the subject . . . the last thing he wanted was to get into an in depth discussion of all his many flaws.

“Yes, I haven’t been to Suna before . . . it’s very beautiful in its way.” Raidou replied eagerly, “I really appreciate this opportunity, although I’m not sure why you thought of me . . .” he trailed off nervously, suddenly all too aware of his own flaws.

“You’re calm, and steady,” Kakashi pondered thoughtfully, “and you’re one of the kindest people I know. Despite that you’ve installed yourself as Genma and Iruka’s third wheel for years now . . . I guess I thought it was time for you to have something for yourself.” He stared pensively at his feet for a few moments before continuing softly, “I suppose I should explain some things . . . about my past and why I’m here.”

“Only if you want to.” Raidou insisted, “You don’t owe me anything.”

“You need to know the whole story . . . I don’t want to start this if there’s a chance you’ll change your mind.” the copy-nin insisted, “That would only make things worse for everyone concerned.” He rocked back and forth nervously, eyes firmly fixed on the ground between his feet before finally sighing deeply and tentatively venturing, “When I was fifteen Sandaime-sama called me into his office . . .”

For the next several hours Kakashi told his life story in painful detail, refusing to leave anything out, although his voice at times was thick with tears and barely audible, until eventually he made his way to current events. Head held high, he explained his relationship with Ibiki, Orochimaru, the Mizukage . . . and even Gaara, until he finally ground to a halt and nervously waited for the condemnation he was sure would follow.

When silence continued to reign for what seemed to the copy-nin like an eternity, he resigned himself and looked up to meet Raidou’s reaction, bracing himself for a brutal rejection in light of what he had just revealed.

It would be an understatement, therefore, to say Kakashi was surprised when burly arms wrapped around his neck and the quiet ex-ANBU pulled him into a tight hug. “I always suspected something was off with Sandaime-sama . . . but Tsunade had me totally fooled.” the scarred man whispered, “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice . . . you should hate me.”

“Why would I hate you Raidou?” the copy-nin asked in a soft, slightly hoarse, voice, “You’ve never done anything to harm me.”

“But I was Sandaime’s personal guard . . . I should have realized . . .” the tokubetsu replied in a voice dripping with self-hatred, “I feel like I failed you Hatake-san.”

“You never failed me.” the copy-nin assured him, “I worked hard to keep it all secret. No one knew until very recently . . . now it seems like everyone knows.” he huffed a small sigh before continuing, “Now that you’ve heard everything, have you changed your mind?” he asked anxiously.

“No, not at all,” Raidou assured him, “if anything I’m more comfortable with the whole idea now that I know your motivation. I was afraid it was all some elaborate hoax . . . I’m not sure I could take that.” he admitted honestly. “Are you sure I’m suitable though, I’m not much of a catch.” he mumbled.

“You are certainly more suitable than I am . . . you’re not a whore, after all.” Kakashi retorted bitterly, “You’re a good man Raidou . . . and I think you two will be a good match. Would you like to meet him?”

“I’d like to clean up first, make the best impression I can.” the scarred man explained, “I need all the help I can get.”

“You’ll be fine.” the copy-nin assured him, “Let me show you to your rooms, once you’re ready we’ll all have dinner together.

When Kakashi returned later to collect him, he was amazed at the change in the scarred jounin. “Raidou, you look great.” the copy-nin exclaimed in delight, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of uniform.”

“I never had a reason to dress up.” the scarred man replied with a shrug, “I didn’t even own any civilian clothes . . . I had to go out and get some before I left.”

“They suit you.” Kakashi practically purred, “You look good enough to eat.”

Raidou blushed brightly at the compliment, finally whispering “Thank you.” as he examined his feet.

“Gaara, I’d like you to meet the new ambassador from Konoha.” the copy-nin declared when they stepped into the apartment. The redhead turned to study them closely as he continued, “This is Namiashi Raidou . . . Raidou, this is Sabaku no Gaara, Kazekage of Suna.”

“Kazekage-sama.” the scarred man said deferentially, “It is an honor to meet you.”

“I am glad you are here Raidou-san.” the redhead declared, “Kakashi has been missing his friends. Perhaps now he will be less lonely.”

“Perhaps we all will.” the copy-nin added cryptically, “Shall we eat?” he added, indicating the low table set for three. “A toast.” he suggested with a smile, “To friendship.” All three men emptied their saucers . . . only to have Kakashi instantly refill them.

By the time the meal had ended the copy-nin had made sure both Raidou and Gaara had more alcohol than they would normally drink . . . although not so much that they were actually drunk, just a little looser than usual. “So Gaara,” Kakashi whispered erotically, “Rai’s very sexy, isn’t he . . . shall we get him to join us?”

The Kazekage studied the scarred man, eyes lingering on his broad chest before traveling to the bulge in his pants, blush rising on his face as he looked up at his lover and nodded his agreement. The copy-nin smiled widely, kissing him deeply before turning to Raidou and doing the same, watching the redhead with one eye to observe his reaction. When the kiss broke he took both men by the hand and headed toward the bedroom.

Once inside Kakashi slowly began to unbutton his shirt, “I want to see you two kiss.” he husked sultrily, smiling as their embrace became more and more heated. “Don’t forget about me.” he reminded them when he finally stretched out naked on the bed and beckoned the pair to join him.

Gaara mewled loudly as twin tongues made their way down his torso, tickling and teasing every sensitive spot they came across until they reached their goal . . . Raidou swallowing the redhead’s erection as the copy-nin slid two fingers into his tight heat, making the Kazekage cry out and writhe wantonly at the dual sensations.

Raidou held his breath as he slowly slid into the clutching heat of the Kazekage’s body. It had been so long since he’d been with anyone that he could only pray he’d be able to last. “Your turn, sexy.” Kakashi whispered in his ear as he felt the head of the copy-nin’s impressive length slide inside him and his mind spun from the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain.

Gaara was the first to move . . . bucking his hips as he pleaded for Raidou to do something . . . anything. The copy-nin pulled back, until only the tip of his erection was still sheathed . . . then stilled, allowing the scarred man to thrust back onto his length before thrusting forward into the redhead, striking his prostate and wringing a loud wail from the normally silent man.

The scarred man soon developed a rhythm, eyes falling shut and face almost glowing with pleasure as he lost himself in the amazing sensation of filling and being filled. “Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.” he whispered to the Kazekage in amazement before kissing him aggressively.

“Oh gods, so, so good.” Gaara whined, tightening his hold on broad shoulders and spreading his legs impossibly wide as he rained kisses over Raidou’s face, paying particular attention to the puckered scar, making him squirm and speed up his thrusts as the sensitive flesh was stimulated.

The Kazekage pushed back into the thrusts, crying out as his dripping erection ground against the hard ridges of Raidou’s abdomen, until he finally came with a piercing wail, shooting his seed between them. The scarred man thrust raggedly a few more times into the strangling passage as the copy-nin launched an assault on his prostate, and he roared his completion as he filled the redhead’s ass with his hot come.

Kakashi pulled out of the quivering form, watching in satisfaction as the sated pair snuggled into each other, kissing and cuddling before drifting into sleep, the copy-nin forgotten. He slipped off the bed, heading into the bathroom to wash up before dressing and heading out to walk the dark streets and dream of home.