Into the Fire

Chapter Fifty-Seven

“Now what?” Gaara asked curiously.

“Now I thank you for saying yes.” Raidou breathed as he moved them back to the bed, kissing the redhead passionately as his hands moved to stroke all the creamy flesh they could reach. He shuddered when the younger man took control, easily flipping them over, straddling his hips, and bending to suckle his nipple.

The scarred man grasped lean hips in an iron grip and slid the Kazekage forward to rest on the hard planes of his chest so Raidou could swallow his dripping erection, the younger man crying out as a deft tongue teased the throbbing length.

“No more.” Gaara exclaimed, pulling back to hover over the broad form before positioning himself and slowly sliding down onto the tokubetsu’s thick cock until he sat flush, both men taking a moment to calm their ragged breathing before the redhead flexed his legs and slowly rose, slamming himself down and wringing a cry from both men.

Ibiki slipped noiselessly into the palace, ghosting down the maze of hallways until he reached the Kazekage’s suite and threw open the door, following the sounds towards the bedroom. The interrogator stepped inside and stopped dead in shock at the sight of the redhead rising and falling on the thick length piercing him, eyes closed in ecstacy.

“Get off him.” the scarred man screamed, yanking Gaara off the bed . . . and blinking in bemusement when he locked eyes with a very pissed off Raidou. “Namiashi-san,” Ibiki stuttered, “what are you doing here?”

“I was making love to my fiancé.” the tokubetsu growled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Your what?” the interrogator asked in confusion, “I thought Kakashi was Gaara’s new consort.”

“Hatake-san refused my offer.” the redhead piped in, “He said he had someone special waiting for him.”

“The Kazekage has graciously agreed to marry me.” Raidou added, “We wed in two weeks.”

“Then where’s Kakashi?” Ibiki asked almost frantically.

“Probably in my room.” Raidou suggested practically, “I imagine he’s sleeping.”

“I assume you’re the lover Kakashi wished to go back to.” the Kazekage ventured, “I’m sure you’re anxious to see him . . . I know he can’t wait to see you. Why don’t you show him where the room is Raidou.” Gaara suggested practically, “We can resume this later.” His lips quirked at the crestfallen look on his burly lover’s face.

“Alright.” the tokubetsu agreed reluctantly, “Come on Morino, let’s go find your man.”

They strolled through the maze of hallways, finally stopping outside an unremarkable door. “Hatake-san,” Raidou called as he pushed the door open, “there’s someone here to see you.” He was surprised to find the rooms empty and untouched, not a single item moved since he left for dinner earlier in the evening. “I wonder where he went?” the tokubetsu fretted, heading back to the Kazekage with a worried interrogator in tow.

“He wasn’t there.” Raidou stated calmly, “Any other ideas?”

Gaara concentrated for a moment, summoning his sand and sending it off in search of the jounin, frowning ferociously when he finally located the copy-nin’s weak chakra signal. “I know where he is.” the Kazekage growled angrily, taking off through the corridors at a run with Raidou and Ibiki trailing behind.

They reached the sub-basement and headed down a dark corridor, stopping outside a pair of heavily carved doors. “Wait here.” the redhead ordered as he cautiously pushed open the doors and slipped inside, “Hatake-san, are you alright?” he whispered anxiously as he reached for the light switch and flipped it, casting harsh illumination over what was obviously a torture chamber, eyes immediately drawn to the spreading pool of scarlet beneath a suspiciously still bound form.

Ibiki could stand it no longer, slamming the door open and rushing inside, heart stopping in his chest at the condition of his lover. “Kashi . . . hold on sweetheart.” he whispered urgently, “I’m here with you.” The interrogator quickly checked for vital signs even as he kept up his soothing litany, stroking a hand through matted silver locks before dropping to his knees and resting both hands on the copy-nin’s chest, channeling as much chakra as he could into the fading nin.

“What the hell?” Raidou whispered brokenly, watching in shock as medics began to rush into the room to care for the broken jounin. He finally forced his feet to move, hurrying forward to pull Ibiki off the body to allow the healers room to work.

Everyone in the room winced when the dildo was finally pulled from Kakashi’s bloody rectum with a wet, sucking sound. “What the fuck happened here?” Ibiki growled menacingly, rising to full height to loom threateningly over the diminutive Kazekage.

“Don’t blame Gaara.” Raidou retorted ferociously, “He’s been with me ever since Kakashi left us.”

“He’s in charge . . . it’s his responsibility.” the interrogator insisted.

“It is my fault.” the redhead agreed tonelessly, “I knew my brother hated him . . . I just never thought he’d act on it.”

“Your brother did this?” Ibiki pushed, “Where can I find him?”

“Morino-san, I think you need to take a moment . . .” Raidou began, only to be brushed off by the angry torture master.

“Kazekage-sama,” the interrogator began formally, “I request leave to pursue, capture and interrogate the perpetrator of this crime against Hatake-san. Should you refuse I shall request assistance from the Hokage and Otokage . . . both of whom will be . . . distressed, at what has befallen him on your watch.”

“There will be no need for that Morino-san.” the redhead replied tightly, “Do as you wish, I won’t stop you. Kakashi was . . . very good to me. I am sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t you dare talk about him in the past tense.” Ibiki barked, hand covering his eyes as he pushed the idea of Kakashi dying firmly out of his mind, “He’s very strong, you have no idea what he’s been through . . . he’ll be fine. Now,” he declared coldly, eyes glittering maniacally as he continued, “where can I find this brother of yours?”

“We’ve stopped the bleeding and stabilized his vital signs.” the medic broke in to report, “We need to move him to surgery to repair the damage.”

“I’m going with you.” the interrogator decided, “I need to make sure he’s alright.”

“I will handle my brother, Morino-san.” the Kazekage declared through tight lips, “It is past time for me to deal with him . . . I’m afraid this has been brewing for some time.” Sand swept out of the chamber in search of the puppeteer, flowing past the unseeing torture master, who was too intent on his injured lover to notice.

That sounds like Ibiki, Kakashi thought idly, only remotely noticing as he was repositioned. It must be a trick, he decided after a moment, but it isn’t going to work . . . I know better than to fall for that old ruse. He continued pondering the chances of the interrogator actually being in Suna . . . eventually drifting into thoughts of Konoha. I wonder what the garden looks like this time of year, was his last thought as he drifted back into unconsciousness.

Ibiki paced restlessly outside the operating room doors, his progression across the floor watched closely by an increasingly worried Raidou. “Morino-san, you should sit down, have something to eat.” he urged, “It won’t do Kakashi any good if you collapse from the stress.”

“Not until I know he’s alright.” the interrogator whispered, “I can’t lose him now . . . the Mizukage is dead, I’m here to bring him home.”

“You said it yourself, he’s very strong.” Raidou reminded the distraught man, “You’ll be headed home before you know it . . . besides, Hatake-san needs to be here for our wedding, he set us up, after all. I owe him everything.”

“As do I.” Gaara remarked grimly as he joined them in their vigil. “Morino-san, my brother is in custody awaiting your judgement. My only request is that you leave him alive until after our wedding . . . I wish to force him to watch the ceremony.”

“Aaaaa.” Ibiki replied enigmatically, “What’s taking so long?”

Several more long hours passed before one of the medics finally pushed through the doors, face downcast as he approached the anxiously waiting group. “He made it through the surgery.” the doctor began nervously, “We were able to repair most of the internal damage . . . but we need to wait for a specialist to try and repair his genitals.”

“What in gods name did that sick fuck do to him?” Ibiki whispered raggedly.

“It appears that the patient had a number of piercings . . . all of which were either torn or cut from his body.” the medic-nin replied cautiously, keeping a wary eye on the interrogator as he continued, “His penis, in particular, was heavily damaged. That’s where most of the blood was coming from. I do believe there is a good chance the specialist will be able to restore most of its function, however, so there is reason to hope.”

“I want to see him.” Ibiki demanded, “I need to be with him.”

“He’s heavily sedated and has yet to regain consciousness . . . we intend on keeping him under until after the repairs are completed . . . the damaged area is very sensitive, after all, the pain must be incredible.” the doctor hedged, “It would be better if you waited here.”

“I don’t care.” the interrogator roared, “Just five minutes . . . please?”

“Five minutes.” the medic cautioned, “Don’t try to wake him . . . I’ll let you know when the specialist arrives.”

Ibiki hesitantly pushed open the door, feet frozen to the floor at the sight of the copy-nin surrounded by machines and hooked up to dozens to tubes and wires. He cautiously made his way over to the bed, taking a pale hand in his massive one and stroking it tenderly, mumbling over and over how much he loved the jounin. “I’ll be right here ‘kashi, I’m never leaving you again.” he assured the unconscious form, “Just come back to me.”