Into the Fire

Chapter Seventy-One

Ibiki ignored all the commotion, calmly striding towards the palace, eyes focused on the man in his arms. Once he reached the safety of the Kazekage's residence he slowed somewhat, nodding his thanks to Kisame and Itachi before heading for their room, intent on getting the exhausted copy-nin safely settled into bed.

Once inside, with the door carefully locked and trapped, the interrogator relaxed, pulling back the covers on the bed with his free hand before settling himself and his precious cargo, not even bothering to strip them of their once fine formal attire first. “Just rest sweetheart.” he murmured to the unconscious jounin, “I'll keep you safe.”

The scarred man gently pulled the sleeping copy-nin into his arms, cradling him close and stroking a massive hand through limp silver locks as he murmured words of comfort, gradually relaxing as his own eyes grew heavier and he finally drifted into a restless sleep.

Gaara and Raidou finally made their way back to their rooms well after midnight, anxious to put the stress of the afternoon behind them and recapture the mood they had shared right after the ceremony. “Wait,” Raidou exclaimed suddenly, “don't go in.”

“Why not?” the Kazekage asked warily.

“Because I need to carry you over the threshold.” the scarred nin declared, easily sweeping the slight redhead into his arms and then striding into the room.

“What was that for?” Gaara scowled.

“It's tradition . . . it's supposed to ensure we stay together.” Raidou replied softly.

“Well, in that case, I guess I don't mind.” the Kazekage declared with a small smile as he melted into his new husband's strong form, kissing him passionately.

The first press of their lips ignited the feelings that had been churning inside both men
since the wedding, and eager hands went to work, peeling off their formal garb and scattering it without care in their haste to reach the prize.

“You are without a doubt the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” Raidou whispered adoringly before bending to nibble the long perfect column of the redhead's neck.

“No regrets?” the Kazekage mumbled as he nipped and sucked the broad planes of his new husband's chest.

“How could I ever regret you?” the scarred nin retorted with a chuckle, “I wake up every day and pinch myself thinking it must be a dream. You are everything I every wanted and more than I could ever hope for . . . “ He then proceeded to demonstrate just how happy he was, lavishing tender kisses on every inch of creamy flesh. Eventually he broke away to whisper huskily, “I hope you realize you'll never get rid of me now.”

“Why would I want to get rid of you?” Gaara asked seriously, “I don't understand.”

“Just look at you.” Raidou replied honestly, “You're absolutely perfect . . . I have yet to find a single scar anywhere on this luscious body of yours. I, on the other hand . . .” he trailed off wistfully before shaking his head and continuing mournfully, “I guess I don't understand why you wouldn't want to.”

“I like your scars.” the Kazekage retorted almost angrily, “I wish I had some of my own. The same sand that protected me from injury all these years also cut me off from everyone and everything around me. You're the only person who's been willing to break through those walls and see the real me. For the first time I don't feel like this,” he stated, pulling his hair back to reveal the blood red Ai kanji tattooed on his forehead, “is just a cruel joke . . . maybe love is possible for me.”

“I want to love you Gaara,” the scarred nin declared emphatically, “and I'm sure with time I will. I'm more than halfway there already.” he admitted with an embarrassed grin.

“Then why don't you show me?” the sand nin murmured, leaning forward to press himself tightly against his new husband.

“It would be my pleasure.” Raidou muttered as he recaptured the Kazekage's lips, kissing him passionately before slowly making his way down the length of his torso, lavishing attention on all Gaara's sensitive spots until he finally reached his goal. The scarred nin placed a gentle kiss on the tip of the redhead's weeping member before wrapping his lips around the head and giving a hard suck, watching avidly as the slight figure arched in pleasure.

Raidou laid a heavy hand on his husband's hip, keeping him in place as he engulfed him to the base.

“Gods, so good.” the Kazekage moaned as he wrapped his hands in wiry brown strands, fighting the urge to thrust into the hot slick perfection of his husband's mouth.

“We haven't even gotten started yet.” the scarred man chuckled around his treat, “I'm not in a hurry . . . are you?” He pushed Gaara's knees to his chest, dropping his head to nip and suckle his balls before running a wet tongue over the redhead's sensitive pucker, smiling when his lover let out a startled gasp.

For his part, all the Kazekage could do was writhe, moan and finally beg for the sensation to never stop as Raidou's tongue thrust inside, twisting and teasing before it retreated. “Please, oh please.” he muttered as a thick finger joined the dancing tongue and his passage was gradually worked open. By the time a second and then a third finger came into play he was writhing and panting and he refused to wait any longer.

“Now.” Gaara demanded as he easily flipped them over, wasting no time before slowly sliding down on the scarred man's dripping length, watching with half-lidded eyes as his husband's face contorted in pleasure as his cock disappeared into the clenching passage. When he was finally seated they both took a moment to revel in the sensation, kissing each other passionately before the Kazakage took matters into his own hands and began to slowly lift and lower himself, smiling as Raidou's eyes slipped closed and a broken moan left his lips.

The scarred nin bucked up into the tight heat, striking Gaara's prostate, causing him to falter in his rhythm. “Again.” the redhead demanded and Raidou was eager to comply, delivering a hard, deep series of thrusts that had his husband wailing for more.

“As you wish.” the scarred man declared before pulling out and flipping his husband over, lifting and spreading creamy cheeks as he thrust fully inside with one hard stroke, wringing loud cries from both of them.

“I'm close.” Gaara muttered as a strong hand wrapped around his dripping cock and began to stroke in counterpoint to his husband's thrusts. It wasn't long before the sand nin screamed out his release, clamping down hard on the thick length inside him as he shot his seed into the rumpled bedding.

Raidou tried to hold on, but it was impossible. He thrust once more into the clenching heat and came with a roar, filling his husband's ass with his come before collapsing to the side, pulling the slight figure with him so they lay spooned together as they gradually recovered from their orgasms.

“Again.” Gaara demanded sleepily, “Please?”

“Nap first.” the scarred man declared, “Then it's your turn.” he kissed the pale nape and nuzzled soft red hair before his eyes slipped shut and he passed into sleep.

Kakashi woke in a panic, fighting his way free of the tangled bedding as Ibiki jerked into consciousness. “Relax sweetheart, everything's fine.” the interrogator soothed, “You got caught in Kurenai's genjutsu . . . but it's alright now.”

“Zabuza?” the copy-nin croaked anxiously.

“Jiraiya was dealing with him.” the scarred man declared, “Don't worry about it.”

“The Daimyo?” Kakashi pressed even more frantically.

“Dead.” Ibiki declared, “He deserved it, don't you dare blame yourself.” he added when he saw the cloud pass over the copy-nin's features, “None of this was your fault.”

“I ruined the wedding.” Kakashi declared mournfully.

“Oh no, no.” Ibiki hastened to assure him, “The wedding was already over and most of the guests never even knew what was going on.”

“Still, I need to apologize.” the copy-nin fretted.

“That will have to wait . . . I doubt they wish to be disturbed on their wedding night.” the interrogator retorted. “What do you need?”

“I'm fine.” Kakashi mumbled, “Don't worry about me.”

“Nonsense.” the scarred nin decided, “If nothing else you certainly need to eat . . . this is the second day in a row that you've missed dinner.”

“I'm an active duty jounin . . . or at least I was.” the copy-nin scoffed, “I can go a lot longer than that without food.”

“Can and should are two different things.” the interrogator scolded, “You need to take care of yourself to ensure your healing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kakashi muttered, but he didn't protest when Ibiki insisted, calling the kitchen and having a light meal delivered to the room.

“After this you need to rest.” the scarred man decided, watching happily as the slender jounin dug into the food.

“But I'm not tired.” the copy-nin tried to protest . . . only to be cut off.

“You need to rebuild your chakra.” the interrogator informed him, “No arguments, back to bed.” The silver-haired man didn't protest, merely crawling back into the bed and holding back the covers.

“I'm waiting.” Kakashi sing-songed, “Hurry up or I'll fall asleep without you.”

Ibiki certainly didn't protest, dropping what he was doing to slide in next to the copy-nin and gathering him into the interrogator's strong arms. “I'm right here, now sleep.” he crooned, watching in fascination as mismatched eyes drooped shut and Kakashi's breathing evened out as he passed into slumber.