Into the Fire

Chapter Sixty-Seven

“Time to get up ‘kashi.” the interrogator urged, “You don’t want to be late.”

“No, I doubt they’d forgive me for that.” the copy-nin agreed as he stretched wantonly.

The scarred man’s mouth went dry at the sight of all the tantalizing alabaster flesh spread out in front of him. “On second thought,” he rumbled, “we have a bit of time before we have to leave . . . it can’t take that long to get dressed, after all.” Ibiki climbed back into the bed, gathering the startled copy-nin into his arms and kissing his forehead.

Surprisingly, Kakashi offered no resistance, in fact he melted into the interrogator’s arms, returning his kisses with increasing passion before sliding down the length of the scarred man’s torso and sucking his rigid length deep into his throat. “We can be a few minutes late.” he husked erotically before returning to his ministrations. Ibiki bit back a growling moan, wrapping his hands in soft silver strands and pulling the copy-nin up to meet his stern gaze.

“What are you up to sweetheart?” the scarred man rumbled, “Not that I’m complaining . . . but now really isn’t the time for this.”

“I’m just trying to please you.” Kakashi replied a bit too innocently, “I didn’t think you’d complain.”

“Seriously ‘kashi . . . yesterday you jumped every time I touched you, and I’m supposed to believe you’ve suddenly made a complete turn-around?” Ibiki snorted.

“I thought you’d like it.” the copy-nin insisted stubbornly, “The last thing I expected were complaints.”

“I’m not complaining.” the interrogator retorted drily, “I’m just suspicious of your motives . . . what are you really trying to do?”

“Just what, exactly, are you implying?” Kakashi asked coldly.

“That you’re being a manipulative bastard, and I want to know why.” the scarred man barked.

“Guess you don’t want me as badly as you like to pretend you do.” he copy-nin snarled back.

“I want you with every fiber of my being.” Ibiki retorted hotly, “But I know you don’t feel the same . . . at least not right now. So what, exactly, are you trying to accomplish with this little stunt.”

“I just thought . . .” Kakashi began slowly before shaking his head in despair and gritting out, “I’m scared, alright . . . I’m worried about who I may run into at the wedding.”

“I don’t understand sweetheart, who, exactly, are you worried about?” the interrogator asked quietly as he pulled the tense figure back into his arms and stroked the long pale back comfortingly.

“It’s just . . . all the Daimyos and Kages will be here today . . . and I’ve spent time with most of them.” the copy-nin declared mournfully, “I’m afraid of what they may say . . . or do, when they see me.”

“I’ll be with you every minute.” the scarred man assured him, “No one will bother you, I swear.”

“That’s easy to say.” Kakashi concluded, “But it may prove more difficult to actually accomplish.”

“No one will risk insulting the Kazekage.” Ibiki insisted, “Everything will be fine . . . now go get ready or we’ll be late.”

“But I didn’t . . .” the copy-nin trailed off, motioning toward the interrogator’s erection.

“If you’re actually interested I’m not going anywhere.” the scarred man replied with a sexy smirk, “Now go.” he chuckled, patting the pale man’s shapely ass as he gave him a push toward the shower. “You wouldn’t want me to have to help now, would you?”

“I don’t know . . .” Kakashi husked erotically, “it might be fun.”

“Minx.” Ibiki growled half-heartedly, purposefully turning his back on the offered temptation.

When the copy-nin emerged twenty minutes later the interrogator gasped at the change. The formal cheomsang and fitted pants showed off the pale man’s lithe form to perfection, and the contrast between the dark, mossy green material and Kakashi’s pale skin and silvery hair made him even more eye catching. “No mask ‘kashi?” Ibiki asked curiously.

“What’s the point?” the copy-nin grumbled as he tied the matching sash over his sharingan, “Everyone still knows who I am.”

They finally made it to the hall just minutes before the worried couple was going to send out a search party. “Finally.” Raidou exclaimed with a broad smile, “We thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“I couldn’t do that to you.” Kakashi replied with a tight smile before drifting off to greet Gaara.

“What’s going on?” Raidou asked the interrogator pointedly.

“He’s worried someone will recognize him . . . from his ‘duties’.” Ibiki explained drily, “I need to stick close, just in case.”

“None of us will let anyone hurt him Morino-san.” Raidou assured him, “Now go take your seat, it’s just about time.”

Ibiki slid into a seat between Iruka and Kisame just before the doors closed, glad the ceremony was starting and he didn’t need to explain their late appearance. “Is everything alright Ibiki?” the Hokage asked with concern.

“Kashi was just a little nervous.” the interrogator explained quietly, “He’ll be fine . . . although I don’t know how long we’ll stay at the reception.”

“I hope long enough to eat . . . you missed dinner last night.” the former teacher fretted. Just then Itachi appeared on the altar in front of them along with the happy couple and their two witnesses and everyone quieted down and focused on the ceremony.

A few minutes later Itachi wrapped the ceremonial scarf around their joined hands, permanently binding the couple and Gaara and Raidou shared a tender kiss before walking down the aisle and out of the hall. The guests were quick to follow, streaming out of the hall and into the large dining room for the wedding banquet.

“Kakashi.” a deep voice called as a hand grasped his elbow and held him in place, “I never expected to see you here.”

“Mizukage-sama.” the copy-nin replied shortly, “How have you been?”

“Now ‘kashi,” Zabuza chided, “you act like you aren’t happy to see me . . . and here I thought we were such good friends.”

“What do you want Zabuza?” Kakashi bit out roughly.

“I was thinking of talking to your new Hokage . . . I wonder if he would be interested in granting me the same privileges my predecessor had? I think you would make a most excellent consort.” the swordsman chuckled as he groped the copy-nin roughly, “We always had fun together, didn’t we?”

“Not interested.” Kakashi growled, “Now move your hand.”

“Oooh, feisty . . . I always loved that about you.” Zabuza rumbled.

“Let go of me.” the copy-nin gritted out.

“There he is.” the swordsman exclaimed, pulling Kakashi along as he headed toward the small group of Kage’s congratulating the couple. “Hokage-sama,” he began as soon as they reached the small gathering, “I need to speak with you.”

“What can I do for you Mizukage-sama?” Iruka asked curiously.

“I would like you to reinstate Kakashi’s contract.” Zabuza declared greedily, “I wish to take him as my consort.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” the Rokudaime replied tightly, “I do not barter my shinobi.”

“You wish to end the peace between us then?” the Mizukage declared coldly, “So be it . . . I’ll raze Konoha and take what I want.”

“I would think twice about that plan if I were you.” Gaara spat angrily, “Attack the leaf and you will dissolve our peace as well.”

“I, too, will go to their aid.” Itachi warned, “I would strongly urge you to reconsider.”

“I’m a bit confused.” Zabuza concluded, “Why is everyone getting so upset about a whore?”

“He is not a whore.” Ibiki spat from behind the Mizukage, “Say it again and you’ll be joining your predecessor.”

“And who might you be?” the swordsman snarked nastily.

“That is not important.” the interrogator growled, “Let go of Hatake-san . . . now.”

“I don’t think so.” Zabuza shot back goadingly, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing.” Kakashi jumped in, “Excuse us for a second gentlemen, let me talk to the Mizukage for a moment.” He pulled the swordsman away from the group to whisper in his ear. “I’m afraid I’m damaged goods, Mizukage-sama. I have only recently recovered from an attack that left me unable to perform sexually . . . so, you see, I would not be a satisfying choice as a consort.”

“It will indeed be a shame . . . I was hoping you might enjoy it.” Zabuza snapped cruelly, “But, in the end, your pleasure isn’t my concern.” He towed the startled copy-nin away from the group and towards the door, only stopping when the Daimyo from Grass moved to block their way.

“Hatake-san,” the Daimyo gushed, “I’m so, so happy to see you again. Did you miss me?”

“Care to join us?” the Mizukage rumbled as he continued to move toward the door.

“I’d be delighted.” the perverted ruler gushed, following the pair out into the corridor and down a twisting maze of passages towards the guest quarters.