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Playing with Fire	By : liralen Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Playing with Fire
- 2-The Scene
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The eight-foot tall St. Andrews Cross was an enormous X made from industrial-grade steel girder. It took special equipment to move its weight. The 3-inch thick ship hull steel plate base supported a third leg that helped prop up the center from the back. The X's arms and legs had restraint anchors recessed all along their lengths, to keep them from digging into limbs when used. Naruto's fantasies about a perfect BDSM setup had included running a wrecking ball against the thing to see if it would hold up. It had not only held up, it had stayed erect. So there were no concerns about it ever tipping when loaded.
"Please, Kashi, lie back and let it support you."
Iruka stood aside, and Kakashi spread his legs to match the spread of the cross, and rested his body against the steel.
"Kimimaro, please attach Kakashi's wrist cuffs to the upper supports."
Kakashi's eyes opened with a flash of wariness. Throat muscles and tendons tightened as Iruka saw Kakashi fighting with his own natural resistance. Just before Kimimaro touched his cuffs, Iruka stepped between Kakashi's spread legs, set mesh-covered torso against the warmth of Kakashi's belly, and caught Kakashi's lips in a kiss.
"Sir," Kakashi whispered.
Iruka pressed a slow, sweet kiss, tasting every centimeter of the seam of Kakashi's mouth with gentle insistence, until Kakashi's mouth opened, inviting the probe of tongue and a slow bite of lower lip. Iruka loved kissing Kakashi like this, thoroughly and deliberately. Iruka felt Kakashi melt against the iron frame, a low moan vibrating between them. The chink and chime of chain on link on cross was drowned by the heat that arose between them, and Iruka stroked Kakashi's firming arousal through Kakashi's leather pants.
Bucking into the touch, Kakashi stuttered for air, yanking at his bonds and getting the distinctive creak of the heavy leather cuffs encircling his wrists.
"Oh, fuck," Kakashi whispered, eyes on Iruka, not on the people surrounding them.
"Perfect, Kashi, you are perfect," Iruka murmured against Kakashi's parted lips. When Kakashi's body yielded with a sigh, Iruka stroked the smoothness of Kakashi's new-shaven jaw.
Kneeling before Kakashi, Iruka waved Kimi back. This intimate a touch would be his and his alone. With quick fingers Iruka undid the catches up the right side of Kakashi's pants, and then swiftly move down the left side. The silver buckles released to a deeper, quicker breath from Kakashi, and the leather pants fell from carved torso and spread legs, revealing a neat tight tuck of white leather briefs. Utterly nontransparent, but displaying the bulk of Kakashi's package prominently.
Only Iruka felt the shudder that ran through Kakashi at the reveal, and he stroked the shaven velvet smoothness of flank and thigh before ducking down to unlace combat boots. Kimimaro made a soft sound, and Iruka glanced over and nodded, so that Kimimaro bent to undo the other boot.
"Y... you're both on your knees before me," Kakashi whispered with the faintest thread of amusement.
Iruka smiled. "Yes, my Kashi. Enjoy it."
"Oh, I will, Sir." Kakashi watched quietly as each man took their turn to remove the heavy footwear and thick socks.
"Good. Now, Kimi, the shin cuffs."
"Aye, Master Iruka."
Kimimaro hopped up with more ease than Iruka could probably muster, and gathered up the two long cuffs from the table of equipment. These were custom-made from white deerskin, supple and soft but for the steel shaft that ran along the front of them. The leather encased all of Kakashi's calves and ankles, and were nearly shin guards. Multiple buckles held closed the tongue that wrapped the entire length, and a strap went under the arch of Kakashi's foot. Iruka wasn't sure if the foot strap actually added any stability, but Kakashi liked how it felt.
Taking one of the big cuffs, Iruka put it on, watching with approval when Kimimaro tightened, tested the fit, and readjusted in much the same manner that Iruka did on the other side. The boy was experienced, and these were unusual cuffs. The three D-rings off the back made them better at immobilizing the entire leg than simple ankle cuffs could be. Kakashi had suggested them, as one of the things that would restrict him all the more. The two men used carabiners to clip the rings to the evenly spaced anchors on the cross.
"Try and lift your knee, Kakashi," Iruka ordered. Kakashi yanked hard but didn't go more than an inch with a clang of metal. Kakashi breathed a low cry at the direct, physical evidence of being held so helpless. The sound went directly to Iruka's cock, and he shuddered and caressed Kakashi's smooth thigh. "Good, my love. Very good."
"Sir. Thank you, Sir."
The tone told Iruka that this was working, that Kakashi was well on his way to where Iruka wanted him. That the emotional blows dealt by the affection that both Neji and Kimimaro felt for Kakashi was doing their work in ways that pain could not. Kakashi was notoriously capable of taking and wanting a great deal of pain, and while Iruka took joy from meeting Kakashi's need for pain, Iruka also loved knowing his submissive well enough slip Kakashi gently down the slope of true submission.
Rising, Iruka slid his touch all along Kakashi's sides, giving the bound man plenty of warning. Iruka leaned his body against Kakashi's, feeling every rise and fall of the chest against his.
"Now, the last binding, my Kashi," Iruka murmured, and he reached for the blue titanium chain welded about Kakashi's throat. He tugged it gently, hearing Kakashi's breath catch. He attached a length of chain to the back of the collar, and clipped it to the anchor point dead in the center of the cross, keeping a slight tension on it against Kakashi's throat. "And now you are reminded of your binding and promises to me."
Kakashi bit his lower lip and his breathing picked up. He moved minutely forward and when the bright links bit against collarbone, his mismatched eyes closed.
"I hold you and keep you, dear Kashi. You are mine in all ways," Iruka murmured, and treasured the way Kakashi shuddered.
Then Iruka stepped to the side, and Kimimaro mirrored the motion, so that their twin darkness framed the bound man neatly. Under the spotlights, the paleness of Kakashi's skin, t-shirt, and white bindings glowed like a bonfire in the night. Iruka abruptly stepped forward and ripped the t-shirt from Kakashi's torso, exposing every inch of hard muscle. The hard yank brought Kakashi up hard against all his bindings with a chime of metal. Kakashi's eyes flew wide open, and Iruka had to rein himself in hard to keep from tackling Kakashi right there.
For an instant there was complete silence, and Iruka nearly panicked at the thought of having bored everyone. There was a collective sigh and gasp of appreciation before the whole audience applauded. Watching carefully, Iruka saw the tension that writhed through Kakashi's frame, but when he met Kakashi's mismatched eyes with his own steady gaze, he saw Kakashi relax again.
"I've got you, Kashi." Iruka soothed.
Kakashi's head dropped again. "Yes, Sir."
Iruka stroked the nearest stretch of Kakashi's skin and felt him lean into the touch. "All right, Kimi, always be in contact with some part of Kakashi's skin if you're behind him, so he knows where you are. If you're in front you don't have to be touching him the whole time, but give him warning if his eyes are closed. Yes?"
"Yes, Master Iruka." Kimimaro stood before them both.
"For now I want you to stroke his legs, arms, and chest. Stay clear of his groin and belly for now, but do tease his nipples, use your mouth as you wish, as I want him ready for the clamps."
Kakashi arched against the cross, and Kimimaro, wide-eyed, moved closer, using slender hands to reverently stroke straining arms. "Aye, Master Iruka."
Iruka listened to the notes of Kakashi's voice, how they rose with Kimi's attentions. He moved over to the table laid out for him. Everything was exactly in the place he'd assigned it, on the maps he'd drawn for Neji and Kimimaro. He looked up again, searching for Gaara attention. Kiba touched the DJ on the shoulder, pointing, and Gaara's gaze snapped to Iruka's.
With a single nod, Gaara brought down all the house lights to startled gasps from the audience. The spotlight pinned Kakashi against the black iron cross for three slow breaths before it faded, and the entire floor about the stage bloomed. White shirts, a new grass green tie, yellows, pale blues, and unexpected colors shone phosphorescent. The tiny candles on each table spilled pools of light. The dolphin tattooed in UV ink on Iruka's side suddenly leaped into visibility, shining against his skin like a ghost on the ocean, shimmering with each slide of his black mesh shirt.
"Ooooh..." The gasp from the audience made Iruka grin to himself, even as he snapped on a working light for his table of equipment, it was hooded to keep the illumination directed away from audience and Kakashi.
Picking up a set of blue steel nipple clamps, Iruka turned to where Kakashi hung. In the dim blueness of the UV illumination, features were still discernible, there would be no danger of running into things, or stepping off the stage, the way there was in full darkness. Kimi was bent before Kakashi, mouth working one nipple while slender fingers teased the other. Kakashi growled when Kimi came off of one, teeth dragging at the swollen nub.
"Excellent work, Kimi," Iruka said, and stroked Kimimaro's hair, as the dancer moved out of Iruka's away, one hand resting on Kakashi's thigh.
Iruka pinched and twisted Kakashi's left nipple, and Kakashi grunted, muscles writhing under sleek skin. "Perfect, just perfect." Iruka gently placed the first clamp, a squared-off clothespin style metal clamp, over the red flushed nub and let the teeth bite. The second clamp went on as swiftly, and Iruka took the chain between forefinger and thumb. He looked into Kakashi's eyes and yanked.
Kakashi rolled silently with a hiss of breath, but when he came back into position he was grinning. The clamps were just icing on the cake, and they both knew it.
"Good." Taking up a single torch, Iruka dipped it into the open container of rubbing alcohol and squeezed all the excess out of it. Whatever Iruka might be, he was one to learn quickly. "Kimi, please stand under Kakashi's left arm."
Kimimaro slipped into place, and Iruka lit the first torch.
A murmur of appreciation flowed from the audience, the clear light, yellow and blue wreathed the white, packed ball of cotton and fibers. Iruka drew the flame so that it hovered just above the surface of Kakashi's skin. The St. Andrews cross tilted Kakashi back, allowing Iruka to work without any part of Kakashi's skin or body in the stream of heat that wafted up from the torch. Iruka let the flames flicker over exposed surfaces, moving in smooth S-shaped curves over and around Kakashi's upraised arms, shoulders, and exposed torso. Then Iruka swung the torch so that flames barely kissed Kakashi's forehead.
"I can feel it," Kakashi whispered with wonder. "It's got weight to it, as well as the heat. It's like a caress."
"Yes, my Kashi. That is as it should be, when the flame comes from above. Now, you shall see what it's like if I go underneath you as well, and I want you to tell me when it's hot enough to be painful. You understand?"
"Sir. Yes, Sir," Kakashi said mechanically, his eyes following the torch's passage, mesmerize by the dancing flicker, more than Iruka's words.
Iruka passed the torch under Kakashi's arms, alternating a three count pass up the lengths of each. Kakashi craned his neck as much as the collar would allow him and watched silently. On the fourth pass, Kakashi's breath hissed from between his teeth, and on the fifth, he tightened, fighting his body's instincts to get away. "Nngh... God."
It wasn't, however, an admission. Iruka forced himself to move a single count slower, and Kakashi jerked against the cross, cussing before he caught a breath to say, "Hot. Sir..."
Iruka nodded. "Take one more for me, Kaahi?"
"Of course, Sir. Three more if you want, Sir." The instant comeback did all kinds of good things for Iruka's sense of where Kakashi was, and he ducked close for a quick kiss. He readied the torch again, and said, "Kimi, ready one of the cold towels."
Kimimaro reached into a bucket and pulled out a white towel. Ice tinkled against metal when Kimimaro wrung the cotton towel out.
"Oh fuck, Sir, not ice." Kakashi groaned and then growled when a ripple of laughter came from their audience.
"No, not ice, not directly, it would actually irritate your skin. Just a cold, wet towel."
"Right, Sir," Kakashi subsided again, but watched, fascinated as Iruka brought the torch close again.
Iruka drew the fire under each of Kakashi's arms for another four count. The flame leaped well away from Kakashi, but the rising heat on sensitized skin was enough to make Kakashi twist, sweat springing to his forehead. This from a man who could take floggers, canes, and bullwhips without a sound on the first half dozen strikes, and Iruka had a whole new appreciation for what fire could do.
"One is enough, it will build for later, my love," Iruka said. Taking his own fear in hand, Iruka suppressed the memory of his own flaming hand, and used his right hand to douse the dying flame on the emptying torch. Satisfied with the gasp from Kakashi and the quick murmur of delight from those about them, Iruka summoned Kimimaro with a crook of his index finger. "Please, Kimi, lay that under his left arm, where the skin is just starting to turn pink."
Kimimaro nodded, and without even an ounce of hesitation, pressed the cold cloth against Kakashi's skin.
Kakashi surged against his restraints, his bellow of shock ringing against even the farthest wall of Break's main room. Applause startled Kakashi into sudden silence, and Iruka hastily took the two steps to the bucket and wrung out another towel, which he placed against the underside of Kakashi's right arm from wrist to underarm. The whole cross shuddered, but this time, without the element of surprise, Kakashi only cursed a blue streak.
When the words ran down, Iruka nodded to Kimimaro and both men removed the towels, setting them back into the bucket.
"They're supposed to be soothing on light burns," Iruka said reasonably.
"S--soothing my ass, Sir," Kakashi stammered. Iruka grinned, and Kakashi's head fell forward until the chain brought him up. "Damn it, Sir. You are evil."
"Thank you, Kakashi. I do try." Carefully, Iruka loaded and squeezed the excess from his torch before lighting it. He passed the flames before Kakashi's face, and Kakashi flinched back.
"Instinct and reflex," Iruka murmured. "Let's face and fight them together, shall we, my Sergeant?"
"What is this we, Sir? Aren't you going to just light me..." Kakashi stopped with a gasp, when Iruka swiped a warm, wet strip across his own forearm.
In the darkness, under the UV lights, the flame crawled over Iruka arm, yellow, blue, and alive. Then Iruka swiped at it, the wiping gesture snuffing the flame.
"Sir... you're supposed to..."
Iruka shook his head. "I'm supposed to do what I want, Kakashi, and I want to show you this is different." He turned to Kimimaro. "Wring out a towel, and leave it by your feet. I want your hands free to wipe out any flame I leave behind, but I need you to have the towel to snuff anything big that might escape."
"Aye, Master Iruka." Kimimaro bent to his task.
Turning back to Kakashi, Iruka smiled again. "Now, let's light you on fire, my love."
By placing the surface of the torch head against Kakashi's skin, Iruka left a burning trial of alcohol. The tongues of flame that leaped after were the color of will 'o wisps and wishes, pale and clear and clean. A ghost of a flame that obeyed Iruka's will, caressing, kissing, and lapping at Kakashi's skin like a demon lover. Even before the audience cried out at what it saw, Iruka wiped the flames away with his other hand.
Kakashi looked into Iruka's eyes. "That didn't hurt at all. A little warm but..."
Iruka nodded. "It will build and linger worse than the bruises from a flogging, I promise."
Kakashi's eyes closed, and Iruka saw the tick of skin and muscle as Kimimaro laid one hand on Kakashi's arm, nearest to the slender boy. Kimi was doing as Iruka asked.
"Thank you, Sir," Kakashi said in a very low tone.
"I know what you want, my sweet Kashi," Iruka said tenderly. "And I will give it, but at my pace and with my concerns."
"Sir. Yes, Sir."
Kimimaro stood behind Kakashi. Iruka prepped and lit a second torch to lay wings of fire down both of Kakashi's arms. He let them burn a beat longer than the initial demonstration.
"Now, Kimi," Iruka said and was gratified when Kimimaro swept them both away with his hands.
Lines snaked down Kakashi's chest, and Kimimaro took care of the top half, and Iruka snuffed the lines over metal-clamped nipple, loving the hiss of Kakashi's breath and the growing of the barely-covered cock under the white leather briefs.
Iruka spent the next fifteen minutes painting fire onto Kakashi's spread arms, shoulders, clamped chest, and taut belly. With the way the cuffs and cross worked, Iruka was working on the thinner skin of the inside of Kakashi's wrist and elbow instead of the tougher outer layers. The thinner skin was more vulnerable, and Iruka had to be careful. Iruka balanced allowing the audience to see the flickers of light and controlling the substance in question. With each sweep and glow, each touch of their hands, Iruka saw Kakashi fall deeper under the spell of the heat, the iron-clad bondage, and the weave of Iruka's spell.
"Lovely. Perfect... exactly as I want..." Iruka found himself crooning, as the repeated applications started to illicit more and more of a response from Kakashi. Sweat glistened on Kakashi's skin, droplets forming on forehead and temple, darkening the hair under Kakashi's arms. Shining in the hollow of elbow, dip of collarbone, and cradle of smooth cheek. Kakashi's breathing had turned into quick pants, and with the last three sets, he'd tightened all over before Kimimaro and Iruka could get the last of the flickering flames out.
"Beautiful," Iruka said softly, as applause pattered about them like rain.
"Nngh..." Kakashi groaned. "Sir..."
"How are you feeling, my Kakashi?"
Dazed eyes met Iruka's. "Sir?" Kakashi slowly focused brought himself back together again. Iruka saw the effort it took to swallow. "Feel... it burns, Sir. Slow... deeper, though, than a flogger. Not as sharp as the single-tail, but..." Kakashi pulled against his wrist restraints, and Iruka licked Kakashi's dry lips. "I'm gonna feel this tomorrow. I know that. It's good, Sir."
Iruka nodded. "Thank you, Kashi. Let me give you something..."
He turned to the table, and picked up a lab squirt bottle with a hooked nozzle. Kakashi's eyes flickered, and he braced against the cross, but Iruka brought the nozzle to Kakashi's lips.
"Ohh..."
Iruka smiled as water flowed, and Kakashi drank greedily and with obvious enjoyment. The lack of inhibition on Kakashi's part was good. A clear sign that Kakashi was losing himself to what was going on.
"My most excellent Kashi," Iruka whispered and brushed the back of his fingers against Kakashi's cheek.
The sigh that flowed from Kakashi's lungs relaxed the muscular man against the steel. "Thank you, Sir."
Iruka stole a single, sweet kiss, and then took a swallow of cool water himself. He proffered the bottle to Kimimaro, who indulged with a quick squirt.
"Now, his legs," Iruka breathed. Kakashi groaned, head tossing as much as possible, but he couldn't do anything about his spread-eagle stance. "And I'd like to add that little kicker you spoke of, Kakashi."
Mismatched eyes flickered up to Iruka's, and Kakashi started cursing, steadily but without much hope of anything changing. None of the words were the ones that they'd agreed on, but Iruka thought it also wouldn't hurt to have a small reminder.
"What are your safewords, Kakashi?"
A struggle flowed across Kakashi's face, and he grimaced once before spitting out. "Dolphin for a time out. Scarecrow for a full stop."
Iruka nodded and moved in close, half-expecting his own icon to fall from Kakashi's lips. Instead, Kakashi whispered, "Do as you will, Sir."
"Thank you, Kashi."
Iruka slipped his hands between Kakashi's legs, undoing the buckled crotch from behind. Iruka grabbed a foot long string of inch-wide jelly beads and the bottle of lube. Kiba's wolf whistle of admiration pierced the air.
"Go, Kakashi!" Kiba yelled.
"Yeah... think you could take it, dog boy?" Kakashi shot back.
"No way! I'm not enough of an asshole!" Kiba said cheerfully.
"You know it!" When half the room dissolved into laughter, Iruka shook his head as Kakashi grinned like a maniac.
Iruka chuckled and knelt before Kakashi. He lubed up the string and his hand and fingers to boot. He didn't even bother warning Kakashi, when he sank two fingers into Kakashi.
"Nnuhhh..." Kakashi's hips couldn't go much of anywhere, but he rocked forward with the thrust. "Yes... Sir... please..." he pleaded, and Iruka plunged and spread. Kakashi's harsh breaths cut the air, and the audience might as well have been a wall for all the sound they made, drinking in every grunt, sigh, and moan.
When Iruka was satisfied that Kakashi was stretched enough, he started stuffing the beads in as quickly as Kakashi could take them. Listening to the rising pitch of Kakashi's cries as each one stretched his entrance and disappeared, Iruka slowed for the last two beads. He had to forcibly hold the last one in place as Kakashi helplessly thrashed and a murmur like the sea rose from those that watched.
"G--got... got it, Sir," Kakashi finally croaked, while his arms trembled and his legs shook. "Got it."
"Good Kashi, excellent Kashi," Iruka murmured. "Kimimaro, please stand by his side and hold him. No, kiss him, distract him while I fasten this all in place."
Whimpering in surprise, Kakashi cried out when Kimimaro devoured his mouth, and then met the kiss with every ounce of desperation he held.
"That's it. Perfect, Kimi, tug a bit on the nipple clamps too."
The hiss of pain accompanied a buck of legs, and ended with Kakashi's garbled cry, caught by too many things in too many directions. Iruka seated the handle of the string of beads in the anchoring hole in the leather crotch, and buckled it all into place. He tugged up on the waistband of the briefs.
"Oh fuck, oh God. Oh Christ. that's... ohhhhh..." Kakashi fought his bindings for a rough few seconds.
"Kashi. Kakashi, I'm here. I've got you," Iruka murmured. He kept going with a sing-song of assurances, and reached up to take Kakashi's bound hand. Strong fingers nearly broke Iruka's, and Kakashi clung to him as if to a lifeline. "I'm here. I'm here. I'm here."
Iruka kept up the words until Kakashi finally leaned back against the cross, panting and breathless, and his eyes tightly closed.
"Breathe, Kashi. Just breathe deep and slow..."
Kakashi's chest heaved, and he cried out as something moved within him. "Sir... please..."
"You can do it, Kashi. Just relax. Let it take you... let it just be a part of you..."
"Fuck you, Sir, with all respect. I just..." Kakashi groaned again, fought, and then melted against his bonds. "Oh shit... yeah. Please... the fire. Try the fire now. Any fucking place you want, Sir. Just need..."
Kakashi was drowning, and Iruka knew this was the time to take advantage of it.
He gave a quick look to Kimimaro and blessed every submissive inch of the slender acrobat when Kimimaro read Iruka's mind and came over with both torches aflame. Pulling free of Kakashi's iron grip on his hand, Iruka took them and ran them down the outsides of Kakashi's legs. For all that Kimi was willing and knowledgeable, he'd loaded too much alcohol on both of them, and rivulets of flame spilled and tumbled down the bound slopes of Kakashi's thighs.
Someone screamed. Kimimaro dove for the towel at Kakashi's feet, and Iruka dropped the torches and swiped his hands down both of Kakashi's legs. There was too much fuel to put it all out with the one motion. Flames engulfed Iruka's left hand, and he used it to wipe as much fuel and flame from Kakashi's skin as he could before he whipped the flame off that hand. It was a motion identical to the one he'd used to save his hand before, and he heard Kakashi grunt and the cross creaked when the pain of the remaining flickers of flame bit and Kakashi's reflexes hit the restrains.
Then Kimimaro landed on Kakashi with the towel.
A sigh of relief came up from the audience, and to Iruka's irritation, Neji got up as if to go to the stage. He stopped when Iruka looked at him, the hesitation turned into a slow return to his seat, but Iruka had other things to pay attention to. He picked up both of the burning torches that were scorching the planks of the stage floor. He stamped the few remaining flickers from the small puddles of alcohol, and then looked up at Kakashi, who was watching him while panting in the aftermath. Kimimaro was still wrapped about Kakashi's leg with the white cotton of the towel glowing in the UV.
"Kakashi?" Iruka asked breathlessly.
"Sir?" Kakashi sounded half-drunk, the way he usually did when deep under submission and pain. "S'good, Sir. Can... can you... want that again?"
Not bothering to try and translate that into straight English, Iruka nodded. "Yes, let's try that again."
"Sir. Yes, Sir."
The snap to the answer bolstered Iruka in a way nothing else could. Iruka blew out both torches, squeezed the excess from them, and looked up as Kimimaro came up to him, mouth opening to a flood of apologizes. Iruka placed a hand that reeked of alcohol across the startled Kimimaro's mouth. Kimimaro coughed and stopped saying sorry.
"It's okay, Kimimaro," Iruka stated more surely than he felt. "He wants more. It didn't hurt him..."
Outrage flashed across Kimi's eyes before a tear suddenly welled and fell. Iruka removed his hand. "Master Iruka, I made a horrible mistake that could have endangered..."
"Yes, you did." Iruka let the bald statement lie between them, and saw Kimimaro shrink in, but he caught Kimimaro's gaze with his own. "I forgive you because you didn't let your horror about what you did get in the way of getting the towel or in the way of saving the very man you endangered. I forgive you your mistake, or else I could not forgive myself my own. Do you understand?"
Kimimaro nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes, Master Iruka."
"Then get on with it. Fire would make fools of us all, but Kakashi and I will not allow it to have it way with us. Do what I would have you do. All three of us will finish this Scene."
Startling them both, Kakashi cackled from where he hung from the cross. "That's my Sir. Let's do this..."
Iruka smiled. "That's my Kashi." Then he lit both torches.
All the more aware of the dangers possible, the three of them forged ahead and created something no one would ever forget. At first, Iruka repeated the trails of fire along Kakashi's legs, gauging the extent of the damage to be not nearly as bad as he'd feared, or else Kakashi was fooling even Iruka with his ability to take pain. Once assured that he wouldn't scar Kakashi, Iruka worked with long, graceful curves that ran the length of Kakashi's body.
Kimimaro followed religiously with his own bare hands, and Iruka had half a mind to check those palms after, to make sure that Kimimaro hadn't been burned as well. But the lines, as they lengthening and lingering, caused Kakashi more and more pain, until Kakashi writhed with it. Kakashi's breathed in hoarse gasps when Iruka finally stopped.
"Please... Sir... God... just...." Kimimaro ran a cold cloth down Kakashi's arm. "Nnnngh... shit! Oh God... can you... want... fuck!" The curse came with Iruka placing an iced hand on Kakashi's shoulder, and Kakashi flinched. "Damn it, Sir...."
It was as close as Kakashi ever got to a safeword, more of a delirious swirl of desire, frustration and need fused with the pain he craved. For Iruka getting Kakashi there was headier than wine, better than riches, and more satisfying than anything in existence.
"One more, my sweet Kashi. One more, and Kimimaro and I will get you down and get you to our room."
"Uuuhh... God... all right, Sir." Kakashi's head dropped, and Iruka was floored by how Kakashi could just turn everything over to him. "Anything for you, Sir."
"Thank you, my Kashi."
Quickly, Iruka pulled out a brush of exact dimensions to paint alcohol all over Kakashi's body in simple patterns of bold arches, quick lines. Then Iruka lit the juggling torch. The orange red flames of the kerosene-fueled torch now appeared unimaginably bright and hot in comparison to the cool blue of the alcohol flames.
The crowd gave a collective moan, and Iruka saw the glitter of Kakashi's eyes reflecting the swirling flame. Iruka swept circles of brilliance about them both. He created a two-winged butterfly of heat and light that roared as he ringed them both in fire. Iruka slowed, swung barely close to the base of his design at the level of Kakashi's knees, and Kakashi went up in curves and lines of flame.
The heat bit, Kakashi's body jerked. Iruka watched, fascinated as Kakashi's thigh muscles tightened in reflex, which set off a chain reaction with the huge beads shoved deep into his body. Kakashi arched, slammed himself against the cross even with only the inch of give he had, and then howled in a sound that mixed rage, lust, and pain.
Nearly half the audience stood up along with Iruka's cock.
Iruka had carefully calculated the amount of alcohol through the size of the brush, so Kakashi could not be burnt any deeper than a first degree sunburn. Still, Iruka waited until he could see the very first flames flickering out themselves before he signaled Kimimaro to use the whole of the wet towel on Kakashi, to smother the last of the flames.
Kakashi gave a shuddering cry when the cold cloth slapped onto heated skin, but it ended in a sigh of relief. Then Kakashi hung limp against the cross, letting the restraints support him as he sagged. Iruka snuffed the juggling torch by thrusting it into a bucket of its fuel, the last snap and crackle a prelude to cool, quiet darkness. It was a spectacular ending, and Iruka needed to tell no one that it was actually safer than anything that had gone before.
The audience roared with approval. Gaara brought the house lights up, and Iruka swept a bow that ended with a flourish in Kakashi's direction and the applause grew all the louder as everyone got to their feet.
Quickly, Iruka went to Kakashi and began freeing him by unhooking Kakashi's collar. The links had bitten into throat and collarbones, and Iruka gently stroked the abused skin. Kimimaro reached for Kakashi's hands, and Iruka said. "Feet first, I want him to have support until he's free."
Wordlessly, Kimimaro knelt to unfasten the calf nearest him.
"Remove the cuffs as well. We won't need them where we're going."
"Aye, Master Iruka."
Kakashi didn't open his eyes or his mouth for a quip or comment, and Iruka didn't want to pull Kakashi out of whatever headspace he was now in. So Iruka bent to get the leg restraint on his side. To Iruka's relief, Kakashi put weight evenly on both feet when they were free. Kakashi wasn't unconscious or even completely out of his head.
Just to get a feel of where Kakashi was, Iruka ran his hands up Kakashi's leg, flank, side, and arm. The arousal under Kakashi's leather briefs was unmistakable, and Iruka was further reassured. Kakashi's skin felt heated to the touch, and Kakashi hissed when Iruka touched ticklish bits, but didn't try to pull away. Sensitive, but not unduly painful.
One blue eye opened when Iruka laid lips on the warm skin of Kakashi's shoulder.
"Sir..." Kakashi whispered, before licking his lips and trying to swallow.
Without a word, Iruka took the water bottle from the table, set the nozzle to Kakashi's lips and watched as Kakashi craned his neck in clear anticipation. Half a beat, and Kakashi's eyes met Iruka's in question. When Iruka looked back, Kakashi's gaze dropped in acknowledgment and the kind of surrender that Iruka could not resist. Iruka squeezed the bottle and let liquid flow. Kakashi whimpered in eagerness, tongue reaching, possibly without his volition, throat working as he swallowed. Iruka loved being the source of both Kakashi's pains and pleasures in this arena.
"Good, Kashi," Iruka murmured. "Excellent, my love."
Kakashi's breath shook when he let it out. "Thank you, Sir."
Kimimaro made a small sound that almost sounded like pain. Both Iruka and Kakashi turned to look at Kimimaro.
"What is it, Kimi?" Iruka asked.
"You two..." Kimimaro stopped helplessly, eyes wide and wondering. "You're so..."
"So sappy?" Kakashi rasped, harsh, caught out in an emotion that rarely saw public light.
"No! No no no..." Kimimaro's emphatic return took Kakashi aback, Iruka could see, and Iruka didn't feel quite so much like throwing arms around Kakashi or hitting him. "You two... you love each other, in ways most people can't even dream of doing. In every exchange, every touch, every word..." Kimimaro shuddered. "It's amazing."
"It is." Neji stepped up on the stage. "Professor, if you ever are inclined to..."
"I'm sorry, Neji," Iruka cut in before Kakashi could even take a breath in protest. "My days as a professional dominant are long over. I do not..."
"... bring your submissive back on the public stage again. I'd appreciate it if you would consider teaching a class in fire play for those who wish to attempt what you did." Neji finished smoothly, gray eyes calm and watching.
Kakashi wheezed a laugh.
"Kimi, please undo Kakashi's wrist cuffs and catch him when he falls," Iruka said to give Kimi something to do as the kid looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I am not going to..." Kakashi started.
"Lean on Kimi anyway, Kakashi," Iruka stated, careful not to let his tone bite too hard. "Or I will be displeased."
Kakashi chuckled again, "Yes, Sir."
Iruka turned back to Neji. "Give me a little time, but I would be honored to teach a class on the techniques. However, it may be without your designated victim." The cough from Kakashi made the whole exchange worthwhile.
"Of course, of course." Neji bowed gently. "Thank you for the exquisite performance of the night then, and I am grateful you allowed me to assist."
"Thank you, Neji." Iruka had no qualms about conceding that to Neji, the advice had been very useful. "I am thankful for both Kimimaro's hands and the limited nature of the engagement."
"It was my pleasure," Neji murmured before neatly turning away and going back to where Shikamaru awaited his return.
Kimimaro now had Kakashi gracefully draped over one narrow shoulder. They looked to Iruka like a puppy trying to hold up a very battered tomcat, and Iruka smiled at his mental images as he slipped under Kakashi's other arm. To Iruka's pleasure, Kakashi didn't even make a sound of protest, just leaned gratefully against Iruka's side. Iruka stroked Kakashi's arm, squeezing gently, and Kakashi sighed.
The three of them walked toward Kakashi's private room in the Catacombs of Break. No one else accosted them on their way, most deciding not to intrude on what everyone would think of as the post-Scene aftercare of Kakashi.
Abel, however, waved to them as they passed, his satisfaction and approval of his beaming face.
Thank you, Iruka mouthed, and Abel saluted them all with a crisp snap of wrist.
Kakashi chuckled and Iruka could feel it from where he was pressed against Kakashi, and they passed silently from the great room into the Catacombs in the depths of the hallways of Break. The owners' private rooms were in the back, and Kakashi pressed a thumb to the lock, and the door swung open silently.
"The bed, please, Kimi," Kakashi said.
Kimimaro peeked at Iruka from around Kakashi, and Iruka chuckled. "It's his room, Kimi, let's get him to a nice, soft surface."
"That would be Heaven, Sir," Kakashi said faintly. "Without the harps or clouds, please. Would make me queasy to think about being that far up without a parachute."
"Do you want your promise, and then a cool shower and aloe?" Iruka was careful in his phrasing of the question. "Or do you want to take care of the cleaning up first?"
Kakashi glanced at Kimimaro, who politely turned toward the door. "Just a second, Kimi..."
Kimimaro stopped and waited, patiently.
"I'll wait on the cleanup, Sir, if that's all right."
"Of course."
"Kimi?" Kakashi swayed as he took half a step from Iruka, and Iruka had to squash the impulse to catch him.
Kakashi held out his hands to Kimimaro, and Kimi stepped before the gray-haired man to take both of them. Kimimaro's slender digits were engulfed by Kakashi's scarred hands.
"Thank you," Kakashi said soberly. "Thank you for taking care of me when I needed it most, and for watching my back when I couldn't."
"Y-you're... you're most welcome... Master Kakashi, and..." Kimimaro didn't even bother hiding the tears that suddenly poured from his eyes. "... and I would do..." Kimimaro caught himself visibly trying to get a grip. "Anything you wished."
"Well, right now..." Kakashi smiled and moved one hand so that it gripped Kimimaro's chin. "Right now, I think I'd like you to go back to your Master and get a couple of drinks on me for your whole family. In thanks for your service, Kimi."
Kakashi's obviously gentle deflection of Kimi's ardor did the trick, and Kimimaro drew a deep breath and wiped away the tears. "Yes, Master Kakashi, I shall partake of your generosity." The slender man gave both of them a shy smile, bowed, and walked out the door, shutting it silently behind him.
As soon as the door was closed, Kakashi took shaky steps to bed, fell back on it, and then winced, hips rolling. "Nnngh... Gods, Sir... you should be proud of me. Getting fucked by you when I'm dodging the damned beautiful bullets you're throw at me."
"Mm... I think he was throwing himself quite well without any help from me. I was admiring your technique, my Kashi."
Kakashi chuckled, reaching on hand up toward Iruka, who shucked the mesh shirt, toed off his shoes and socks, and started peeling off his damnable leather pants. The vibrator control for the string of beads still in Kakashi's ass was in the pocket of Iruka pants. He fished out the little remote. Kakashi's eyes went white around the edges just in time for Iruka to thumb it on.
"Aaaaahhh... fuck, Sir!" Kakashi bent like a bow, and then helpless sounds started spilling from his parted lips. The tip of his cock crested the waistband of his leather briefs, and Iruka took a moment to savor the sight of his lover so undone.
"Yes, my Kashi, you're about to do that to me, just as I promised," Iruka said as evenly as he could. He climbed out of his pants, and bent where Kakashi thrashed on the sheets. Iruka undid the panel of Kakashi's underwear, pulled the handle of the beads from where it was anchored, and then yanked the underwear down Kakashi's narrow hips. Kakashi tried to help, but let out another garbled plea when attempting to rise up.
"Nnngh... God, ah Christ... goddamned motherfucker, Sir!"
Iruka slicked Kakashi's tip with the pre-come flowing over it to a hiss of breath and another sobbing cry. Iruka slipped out of his underwear, and bent a little to reach between his own cheeks, letting Kakashi see everything he was doing. Kakashi's whimpers made Iruka grin, as Iruka got a firm grip of the flat base of the butt plug he'd been wearing, having prepped back at home, and pulled, closing his eyes when he felt the stretch as it slid from his body.
"Oh Christ... shit, Sir, shit that's...."
Kakashi's hands balled into fists. It was expressly forbidden for him to get himself off without Iruka's command, and Iruka saw Kakashi's cock twitch and drip.
"Good, Kashi. No touching yourself, I'll be doing that for you."
Kakashi thrashed again. The bottle of lube was right by the bed, and Iruka slathered a good deal of it on Kakashi's cock. Using lube to probe and tease himself, as a show for Kakashi, Iruka drank in all the sounds before he got on the bed and straddled Kakashi.
"You may press up into me while I do this, Kakashi," Iruka reminded Kakashi. "After all, my ass is yours to claim. I remember our bargain."
Groaning, Kakashi tensed when Iruka placed the tip of Kakashi's diamond hard cock on Iruka's entrance. Iruka lowered himself, pushing to get Kakashi in past the ring, and felt the bump and clutch when Kakashi's head entered, and finally the incredible stretch and glide of Kakashi's shaft as it filled him.
"Nnnnaaaahhh!" Iruka yelled earnest when Kakashi impaled Iruka with an insistent thrust. The butt plug had done its work, worn that long, the internal muscles were already loosened, and didn't reject Kakashi.
Still, all sense of Iruka's reality was annihilated as Kakashi tried to fuck Iruka's brains out. Iruka gripped any part of Kakashi's body he could reach, hanging on as best as he was able, while Kakashi bucked and snarled and cursed with each sliding jab into Iruka. At one point, Iruka had his forehead pressed against Kakashi's shoulder, and he could see Kakashi's cock between his own legs, pistoning up into Iruka's ass.
That was when Iruka realized that Kakashi was chanting something in his ear.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, goddamnit, Sir. Please please please may I come? Please Sir, please may I come? Oh Christ, Sir. Please, please..."
Iruka sobbed for air when he slid again down Kakashi's shaft, feeling it fill him to the back of his throat. Kakashi was grinding into him so deeply, it felt like the top of his head was going to come off with the pounding. Iruka loved it and let it go on until he heard Kakashi's words devolve into a singsoug snarl of curses and cries.
"Kashi. Now," Iruka spit out.
Kakashi slammed into Iruka so hard, Iruka nearly whited out, and Iruka clutched Kakashi's arm and side so tightly he knew he was going to leave bruises for the next week. They screamed together as Kakashi's hips jerked half a dozen times, and then Kakashi came in great shuddering gasps. Iruka fell onto Kakashi as his arms gave way.
Iruka lay there, still connected, dizzy and fighting to get his breath back. "Oh God... oh God, oh dear God," Iruka gasped.
Kakashi clutched Iruka tight in hug and then fell loose, trembling under Iruka. "S-sir... oh shit, Sir..."
Gradually their breathing started slowing, synching with their bodies entwined. Sweat cooled and heart rates lowered, and Iruka fumbled the remote before turning off the vibrator and listening as the whimpers fell away from Kakashi's breathing.
Then, sleepily, Kakashi murmured, "Sir, you didn't get off." 
"No, no I didn't, my Kashi," Iruka said peacefully, already half wondering if he could just fall asleep right there. Reluctantly, he knew it would be a real mess when the woke, but some part of him just couldn't care. "I'm all right with that."
"You... can't... can't do that, Sir... I'll just..." Kakashi rolled them both over, and Iruka couldn't help but laugh at the loose flail of sweaty limbs and limp bodies. He smiled up at a shaky looking Kakashi who kissed Iruka's nose.
"Let me, sir... even I have to do it sprawled across your legs..." Kakashi grunted in exhausted resolve and slid down Iruka.
Iruka didn't protest, just closed his eyes and felt Kakashi's touch, surprisingly delicate and tender on Iruka's firm shaft. Iruka enjoyed the sensation of anal sex, but didn't get off on it the way Kakashi could. It just seemed to be a separate set of sexual responses so far as Iruka was concerned, he didn't mind not getting off, and any erection would go down soon enough with just time and no one tending it.
But it was pleasant to have Kakashi bend and lay lips to Iruka's tip, Kakashi's fingers delicately stroked Iruka's ball sac and gently ringed need-swollen glands. The wet roughness of Kakashi's tongue lapped at the head of Iruka's cock, and Iruka rocked when Kakashi took Iruka into his mouth. The soft surfaces, the edges of teeth, and the slick press of the walls of Kakashi's throat and friction of sliding further in made Iruka grab headboard, body arching as tension built with each suck and smack of Kakashi's lips and gasp for breath.
Then two fingers slid into Iruka's wide open entrance, crooked, and Iruka cried out as Kakashi pressed against prostate. The pressure of orgasm smashed through the eggshell of control Iruka had left, and he pumped into Kakashi's mouth, over Kakashi's fingers, and came.
"Oh God, oh God, oh... God..." Iruka stammered and then panted as he melted into soiled sheets. He fumbled at Kakashi's shoulder, and Kakashi chuckled and slithered up Iruka to hug him solidly
"Oh Lord, Kakashi..." Iruka murmured. "That... wasn't part... of the deal..."
"No, Sir, but it's part of my contract," Kakashi said smugly.
"What?" Iruka asked, still dazed, as Kakashi pressed light kisses against Iruka's shoulder before biting the swell of it.
"If you get me off, I return favors. It's only fair, so I added it in the phrasing of the contract you signed when I took on this collar, Sir. Don't you remember that?" Kakashi teased.
"And if I deny you release for... say... a week?" Iruka asked as his brain finally started firing on more than just the one in-and-out cylinder, and felt it stutter again with Kakashi's moan of desire.
"Well, it didn't say you had to deny yourself if you denied me, Sir. Just... love it when I can get you back." Kakashi murmured, and Iruka felt the grin against his skin.
Iruka threaded his fingers through Kakashi's wild hair, combing and gently tugging against tangles. Kakashi sighed and melted against Iruka's body.
"What did you think of the scene, my Kashi?"
"Mm... will be able to tell you more after a night's sleep, but..." Kakashi paused. "It was good. Better than I thought getting toasted would be. I'm going to feel it for weeks, I think... especially where the spill happened, but..."
Iruka let Kakashi think, not interrupting him.
"But I like having a reminder of what you do for me. I'd do it again. Especially if it were in the privacy of our own place. I liked... liked seeing you, intent on me and the flames. You, when you're concentrating that hard." Kakashi deliberately rutted against Iruka's hip. "You're even hotter than the fire."
Iruka smiled and kissed Kakashi's hair. "Good to know, my love."
They just lay there for a long moment, and Kakashi sighed. "Sorry, Sir, but I'm going to have to..."
"Yes." Iruka grunted. "Let's get cleaned up."
Leather cuffs, beads, and everything else was removed and put away where they could be cleaned the next day. Iruka made Kakashi drink another glassful of water, before they stepped into a cool shower together. A quick dry down, teeth brushing, and new sheets later (Iruka blessed Break's housekeeping and laundry staff), they slid into bed with a sigh.
Iruka chuckled. "I have one last thing planned, my Kashi."
"Oh?" Kakashi's raised eyebrow was wary.
"Lie on your back, please." Iruka settled, straddling Kakashi's torso again. "Arms above your head." 
Kakashi groaned in part exasperation and part exhaustion. "Sir, please..."
"Now."
Kakashi reluctantly did as asked. Iruka squirted a palmful of aloe vera gel onto his palm.
"What..?" Kakashi began, and then gasped when Iruka set both gel-covered palms on pinked skin and slathered the cooling, slick stuff all over Kakashi's burnt skin. Kakashi's skin was so dry, it sucked the gel in, and Iruka went with a second coat on shoulders, arms, chest, and thighs before he finally closed the bottle with a click and set it on the side table.
Kakashi turned onto his side and beckoned Iruka into his arms. Iruka slid in neatly, Kakashi's skin still a little slippery where the gel hadn't all absorbed, yet.
"Got you, Sir," Kakashi said smugly, and hugged Iruka to him.
"Yes, my Kashi," Iruka said, as content washed all through him. "Yes, yes you do."
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