Questionable Loyalty

CHAPTER 8



When Kisame entered Pein’s bedroom Itachi was sleeping quietly in the red-head’s embrace, curled against his chest like a kitten. His partner’s arrival didn’t awaken him – he was attuned to his presence and it did not arouse his sense of danger at all.



The large nin regarded the pair mutely for a few moments, watching the way Pein was caressing Itachi’s raven tresses. Pein met his eyes and nodded, then carefully extracted himself from under him and tucked the sheets around him. When he was done he turned to Kisame, naked and unashamed, and gestured for him to follow him to the living-room area outside.



On his way out he grabbed a dove-gray silken robe and casually wrapped his body in it, then went to sit in one of the loveseats around the low wooden table. Kisame followed and gracefully reclined on the other seat. Finally, he spoke.



“I wish I was able to give him the same kind of peace as you do, Pein-sama.”



Pein shrugged.



“You give him more than you imagine, Kisame. It’s just that sometimes he needs someone who understands him on a different sort of level than you do. It does not make you any less important in his life.”



Kisame nodded.



“Tell me about Kakash-san now.” Pein asked. “How was he after his little tour around Amegakure?”



“Confused. Angry. Distrustful.” Kisame leaned back against his seat. “While what he saw here definitely impressed him, he doesn’t understand it. And nor does he know the full story behind your coming to power. He’s from Konoha, after all – and well-versed in their ridiculously hypocritical morals. The same affliction that Itachi suffers from, I’m afraid. In Kakashi’s book, you killing Hanzou’s family and his associates’ families would be a big no-no, if I may put it like that.”



“One must nip the rotten bug while it’s still small, before it has had the chance to blossom into a poisonous flower.” Pein said calmly. It was something Konan had told him once.



Kisame only nodded.



“Still, once he finds out, he’d become even more distrustful than now. And unless you issue an order to your subjects not to tell him anything, he WILL find out.”



“Let him. I need his unconditional trust, Kisame. I must not to hide things from him, if this is to succeed. Let the villagers speak. Let them tell him just what kind of man Hanzou was, and what kind of people his friends were. All their seed was pure venom and I removed the threat – present and future. We will give him some time to think, afterwards – and if he still has some doubts, he will learn about his own village’s duplicity and hypocrisy. They are not different than I am – perhaps worse than I am. At least I wasn’t related to Hanzou.”



Kisame narrowed his eyes.



“You will drag Itachi into this.” He accused.



“I really hope it won’t come to that. But if I have to, I will. Your partner has kept this secret for so long, Kisame, and it is slowing eating him up on the inside – if he doesn’t tell anyone, in the end all there’d be in his place is an empty husk. Perhaps if he tells Kakashi, his own burden would be lessened.”



“Or become worse.” Kisame noted.



“I am willing to take that risk, Kisame.” Pein answered him mildly.



“You really are ruthless, you know?” said Kisame sadly, looking deflated.



Pein’s strange eyes softened.



“I do not enjoy hurting those who are under my care and command, Kisame. Having Itachi tell Kakashi-san the truth about his clan would be our last resort. In the end, this will be done to achieve what Itachi himself wants – peace.”



Kisame rubbed his face with both his hands, as if trying to wash away painful thoughts. Pein got up from his seat and came to stand before him, putting his hand on his shoulder.



“I will do everything I can to soften the blow for Itachi, should it come to this last resort. I know you will do the same. Between the two of us, I am sure we can comfort him enough.”



Kisame’s large hand came up and wrapped itself around Pein’s wrist, tightening for a moment before finally relaxing. Both his hands then moved to rest on the red-head’s thin waist. Kisame leaned forward and pressed his face against the lean stomach, feeling his Leader’s fingers threading through his hair soothingly. Slowly, the blue hands reached again and undid the robe’s sash, letting it fall to the floor as he tugged the garment open and planted a gentle kiss on Pein’s flat abdoment. The red-head sighed and relaxed in his arms as the large nin pulled him to sit astride over his lap, then pushed the robe off his shoulders completely.



Pein relaxed even further in Kisame’s embrace, allowing him to run his large, capable hands all over his pale skin, exploring everything that he already knew by heart – all scars and marks and piercings that adorned his body and that he carried like a badge of honour. Not all of those were caused by combat – they were Yahiko’s marks, but in a way, they were now his own as well. Scars caused by years of abuse and exploitation by the invaders that had devastated his land, and later, much later, by the man who rose to rule it and who took everything from him.



But the callused fingers found a pale rosy nipple and flicked and rubbed it gently until it stood to attention, its colour darkening, and Pein pushed those memories away. He had no need of them now. He tilted his head to one side, openly inviting Kisame to kiss him and the Mist nin indulged him. For a man of such bestial image, his subordinate was always surprisingly gentle, always mindful of his brutal strength and the terrible edge of his teeth. The kiss deepened and their tongues met, curling wetly around each other, as one large hand rose to tangle itself in vibrant red hair and the other travelled down to grab a smooth asscheek. Kisame pulled him closer, pressing their groins together – Pein’s naked erection to his clothed one. His Leader moaned in his mouth at the sensation of rubbing his flesh against the coarse material of the large man’s pants, then whimpered as one blunt finger slid between his cheeks and circled his opening. Kisame withdrew from the kiss for a moment, looked at him and asked:



“Is it back in the bedroom?” his voice had gone deep and husky with arousal.



“Yes. I used it on Itachi earlier – you know sensitive he is and how much preparation he needs.” He paused then said “You could have me like that. I can take it.”



Kisame shook his head and answered:



“Doesn’t mean that you should.” His hand ran over an old bite-mark over Pein’s shoulder. “I am not that kind of man.”



The red-head kissed him then, an odd mixture of desperation and gratitude spreading through his body.



“No. You’re nothing like that.” He agreed.



The Mist nin nodded and allowed Pein to withdraw, then stood up and quickly returned to the bedroom. Itachi continued to sleep undisturbed, curled under the silken sheets, his hair spread on the pillow like a black halo around his head. He looked so deceptively innocent, all of the curves of his body so soft and welcoming as they were outlined by the thin satin sheet, that Kisame made a conscious effort to tear his eyes away from his form as he retrieved the lube. As much as the Mist nin desired him at that moment, he knew that his partner needed sleep and rest, not more sex. Swallowing, he turned on his heel and left the room.



Pein was waiting for him sitting on the sofa on the other side of the low table. Despite his complete nakedness, he looked quietly dignified and regal. Still, despite, or maybe because of, the pose and aura he possessed, the details of his body stood out to Kisame’s trained eye even more. He was definitely a very fit man, not a single ounce of fat on his slender form, muscles elegantly defined on his frame. Still, he was quite short for a male, his bone structure thin and almost fragile, shoulders a touch too narrow despite the muscle mass. Itachi too was a small and slender man, even more slender lately as the Mangekyou began to take its toll on his organism. However, in his case, that was a genetic predisposition – all Uchihas were on the small side, with often bird-like bone-structure. Pein, however, was the very image of someone who had suffered severe neglect and malnutrition in his childhood. Kisame knew that the fragility was deceptive and even if it did not affect how desirable he was in any way, he never failed to notice it. It made him be as careful with the red-head as he was with Itachi, fearing that if he did something more forceful he could break either of them.





Kisame put the lube on the table and undressed himself, folding his clothes carefully and depositing them on the loveseat they had previously occupied.



The Mist nin slid on the sofa next to Pein and kissed him again, pushing him down and then turning them around until he was the one lying on his back and the other was laying on top of him, mouthing his jaw, his much smaller pale hand going down to grasp at his massive arousal. Pein mewled needily against his lips as his fingers wrapped around the thick engorged organ, tracing the pulsing veins on its heated silken surface and then sliding up to rub against the moist mushroom tip. Kisame groaned at the sensation and his hips bucked before he could control himself better, feeling the corners of the Leader’s pierced lips lifting in a minute smile. Oh, the little tease.



Kisame ended the kiss, then reached for the tube on the table and pressed it against Pein’s free hand.



“Turn around. Prepare yourself. Let me watch.” He commanded shortly and Pein lifted an eyebrow at the cheekiness of such order but complied without further delay. He got up for a moment and then sat back down over Kisame’s lap, this time his back to his lover’s chest, legs spread wide over the strong hips. He uncapped the tube and squeezed a generous amount of lube over his fingers, then leaned forward, ass rising, legs spreading even further and pulling his cheeks apart, revealing his rosy, twitching opening. Then he reached behind himself and circled it for a moment, smearing the clear substance over it before plunging a slender finger inside. Kisame watched as the tight little hole swallowed the finger greedily and his hands tightened over the pale hips before he forced himself to relax. Pein moved the finger in and out a few times before adding another, stretching himself further, the colour of his opening changing to a darker shade of pink. After the third finger Kisame couldn’t take it anymore and added one of his own, both of them working to stretch and prepare the red-head for the massive girth he’d soon be impaled on.



Finally, when Kisame was pleased with the result he withdrew his finger and pulled Pein’s hand away. His Leader looked at him over his shoulder, rose to his knees, grasping the thick, pulsing erection and holding it in place, he began to lower himself slowly on it. Kisame’s eyes moved rapidly from Pein’s face to his ass, taking in his expression as the thick head popped through the tight ring of muscle – the way he worried his pierced lip and then moaned softly, his tongue coming out to wet the succulent mouth as he continued to impale himself. Finally, he was sitting on Kisame’s hips again, the thick cock all the way inside of him, stretching good and wide. It felt so good that Pein reached to squeeze the base of his own erection so as not to come from the sheer sensation of being opened so wide by his lover.



Then slowly and shallowly he began to rock up and down on the invading organ, Kisame’s strong hands on his hips lifting him and lowering him at a gentle, leisurely pace. Once he got used to it, the thrusting became a little harder and deeper and he grabbed at the powerful thighs for leverage as he fucked himself on him. Soft, needy moans escaped his lips as the head rubbed over and over against his prostate, each contact sending a shock of warmth through his system.



For a while, Kisame was content to just enjoy the sensation of the rhythmic squeezing and sliding up and down over his erection, to watch the play of muscles over Pein’s scarred back. The helpless, needy mewls finally got him though and he suddenly grabbed at the red-head’s hips and lunged forward, turning them over until his Leader was pressed face-first over the sofa, Kisame’s large body covering him from head to toe as he continued to rock into him, mouthing at the pale shoulders as he felt the red-head lifting his hips hungrily to meet his thrusting. Their flushed, sweat-slick bodies writhed together sinuously, the wet sounds of slapping of flesh against flesh mixing with Pein’s moaning and Kisame’s growling and filling the empty room. Finally, the larger man reached around his lover and cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them with his hand and the red-head came, shuddering sweetly in the strong, sure embrace. It was a matter of a few more thrusts for Kisame to reach orgasm as well, hissing and growling as he somehow managed to remind himself through the haze of pleasure not to bite down on Pein’s throat as he so desperately wanted to.



Afterwards, they sagged back on the sofa, shuddering with the aftershocks of their high, Kisame turning Pein’s face to the side in order to plant a deep, sated, lazy kiss on his lips.



When they finally looked up they noticed Itachi standing by the door, looking at them with his dark eyes and frowning a little.



“You two can be so loud sometimes.” He complained.