Fanning the Flames

A/N – This story is the sequel to “Into the Fire”, and though you don't need to read that story to understand this one, it would certainly be worth while. For those of you who have not, here is a quick synopsis of the plot thus far.

Kakashi has been used by the Hokage as a sex slave for hire for over twenty years. When Ibiki finds out he vows to change the situation, setting a string of events into motion resulting in Iruka being named Rokudaime. Shortly thereafter, Kakashi is kidnapped and taken to Sound where he begins a relationship with Orochimaru which ends in the snake summoner's death. He returns to Konoha, reuniting with Ibiki . . . only to have the fact that he is technically married to the Mizukage come up. When Kakashi flees to avoid being sent to Mist he ends up involved with Gaara, who he ultimately introduces to Raidou. Just before Gaara and Raidou's wedding he is attacked and seriously injured. His convalescence after his return to the leaf is long and even includes a stay in a mental health facility . . . however eventually he and Ibiki marry . . . as do Iruka and Genma. After his marriage Itachi enlists the copy-nin to help him have a child, much to Kisame's dismay.

“Fanning the Flames” picks up where “Into the Fire” left off, with Ibiki and Kakashi's wedding gift to Iruka and Genma . . . a weekend foursome at their cabin.

Now that the stage is set . . . on with the story!


Chapter One

“This is amazing . . . don't get me wrong,” Genma ventured the next day while the two couples were lounging in the furo enjoying the view, “but I have a request.”

“And that would be?” Ibiki rumbled sleepily.

“I really, really want to be on top.” the senbon sucker declared with a grin, “I know one of you has to bottom some of the time . . . could we make this one of those times, pretty please?”

The interrogator glanced down at his husband's peaceful face. The scarred man knew he wouldn't be able to relax and accept penetration by anyone other than the copy-nin . . . and he certainly wasn't going to suggest that Kakashi do anything that he, himself, wouldn't be comfortable with. “I don't know Genma . . . “ he hedged.

“'biki's mine.” the silver haired man ventured possessively, “But you can take me . . . assuming it's alright with my husband, of course,”

“Are you sure sweetheart?” the interrogator prodded, “You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with.”

“If you don't mind then I don't.” the copy-nin replied with a shrug, “It's your call.”

“Looks like you get your wish Genma.” the scarred man finally decided, “But if 'kashi wants you to stop you'd better do as he says.”

“Duh.” the tokubetsu replied with a roll of his eyes, “I couldn't force him into anything even if I wanted to.”

Iruka reached over and smacked his husband hard on the side of the head. “Idiot, that's not the point.”

“I'm right here.” Kakashi muttered angrily, “Why does everyone always talk about me like I'm not?”

“I just worry about you sweetheart.” a chastened interrogator mumbled, “I didn't intend for you to feel like you were being ignored.”

“You worry too much 'biki . . . it's going to be fine.” the copy-nin soothed, pulling his husband in for a long, leisurely kiss before turning to the expectant senbon sucker. “Alright Genma, looks like you're going to get your chance . . . show me what you've got.” he teased.

“Oh yeah.” the honey-haired man responded with glee, immediately pulling the lanky jounin close and kissing him possessively as his hands slid easily over water-slicked skin. “We should probably head back inside.” he muttered as he nibbled the graceful column of Kakashi's neck.

“This could be good too.” the silver-haired man suggested, “Water can be fun.”

“True.” the senbon-sucker considered, “But it limits my possibilities.”

“As you wish.” the copy-nin acquiesced with a nod, pulling himself out of the tub in one graceful motion and striding into the cabin, leaving the others to gaze in admiration at his retreating backside.

“Damn, that's a fine view.” Genma gasped before hurriedly scrambling after the retreating figure.

“Shall we?” Ibiki inquired, offering Iruka a hand and helping him out of the furo before wandering back inside. By the time they made their way into the bedroom the senbon-sucker had the lithe jounin stretched out on the bed as he eagerly explored the silver-haired man's leanly muscled torso. When he finally reached his goal he swallowed Kakashi's burgeoning erection, wiggling excitedly when the normally reserved copy-nin let out a loud raspy moan.

The interrogator watched in fascination as his husband groaned and arched up into Genma's mouth, tamping down the jealous surge he felt at the thought of someone else pleasuring the copy-nin. “Something bothering you?” the Hokage whispered as he peered into unreadable onyx eyes, “We don't have to do this, you know.”

“I'm okay.” the scarred man rumbled softly, “It's just a little weird watching 'kashi do this with someone else.” His eyes darted back to the scene on the bed, watching almost anxiously as the tokubetsu began thrusting two fingers in and out of the silver-haired man's entrance.

“You are so hot.” Genma declared passionately, “It feels like my fingers are going to melt.”

“Quit stalling and get to the good part.” Kakashi growled, “Are you always this slow?”

“Stop rushing me . . . I'm savoring the moment.” the honey-haired man quipped.

“Well, pick a better moment.” the copy-nin snarked, only to trail off into a loud keening wail as the senbon-sucker began rhythmically massaging his prostate.

“How's this moment?” Genma husked erotically, “Better?”

“Just do it already.” the silver-haired man groused, wriggling impatiently to emphasize his point. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

“Alright already, jeez . . . you are sooo impatient.” the senbon sucker whined, morphing into a needy whimper when a strong hand began to stroke his already leaking erection. As soon as the hand retreated the honey-haired man eagerly slid his arms under long legs, positioning the lanky jounin carefully before slowly breaching the copy-nin's quivering ring, shutting his eyes and biting his lip as he struggled not to come right then and there.

“Move already.” Kakashi rasped, “I'm not made of glass.” Genma took his words to heart, pulling out almost completely before starting a punishing series of strokes aimed directly at the copy-nin's prostate.

“That is too tempting.” Iruka muttered with a shake of his head, eyes never leaving the flexing muscles of his husband's ass, “Time to move this to the next level.” He roughly fisted his dripping cock as he eagerly clambered up on the bed and snatched the lube, quickly coating his length. The former teacher gracefully plastered himself against Genma's back, seating himself to the hilt in the senbon sucker in one smooth motion.

“Oh . . . My . . . God.” the honey-haired man wailed as he struggled to regain his rhythm, “That feels amazing Ru.”

“Love you too baby.” the Hokage whispered, “Let me do the work for awhile.” Iruka pulled his husband's hips back until just the tip of his erection remained trapped in the copy-nin's clenching heat before thrusting forward hard, making both the men underneath him cry out.

Ibiki watched in awe, finally settling in a chair, legs spread wide as he slowly stroked himself. The interrogator's eyes remained locked on the silver-haired form at the bottom of the writhing mass of limbs, stretching out his chakra to make sure Kakashi was alright.

“Aren't you going to join us?” the copy-nin entreated when he felt his husband's chakra brush over him, stretching out a hand to beckon the scarred man closer, “Iruka's ass is awfully tempting.”

“I'm afraid I'll crush you sweetheart.” the bald man answered sincerely, “That's a lot of pounding.”

“I don't want to do this without you.” the silver-haired man confided, “This feels like I'm betraying you.”

“Never . . . I'm right here.” Ibiki replied confidently, standing and moving to the bed so he could kiss the copy-nin. After a long thorough tongue battle the interrogator pulled away with a gasp. “If you're sure?” he husked passionately.

“Please . . . I want to know you feel as good as I do.” Kakashi managed to grit out before throwing his head back with a sharp cry. Deciding it was pointless to argue the interrogator quickly lubed his purpling length, positioning himself behind the Hokage and clasping bronze hips in an iron grip.

“I thought you were going to watch all night.” Iruka teased as the broad head of the scarred man's cock breached his tight ring.

“Just waiting for you to get warmed up, that's all.” Ibiki murmured, “I'm not going to last after watching the three of you . . . talk about hot.”

Once he was seated the four men started a slow undulation, rubbing wantonly against each other as they all finally surrendered their instincts and pushed everything else aside in their quest for release.

“Kami.” the copy-nin yelped when a particularly hard thrust slammed into his prostate and the hot coil that had been tightening inside him finally snapped. He tossed his head from side to side as his orgasm washed over him in waves, flooding the space between himself and Genma with his seed. Kakashi's body continued to tremble uncontrollably, surges of pleasure ripping through him each time the sensitive bundle of nerves was struck.

The sight of his long time desire locked in the throes of ecstacy was more than the honey haired man could stand and he followed him over the edge, causing a chain reaction when the clenching of his passage brought Iruka over with them. Ibiki held out the longest, but even he was undone at the sight of all three handsome men at their peak.

“I'm getting squished.” the copy-nin complained as he attempted to wriggle out from under the spent pile, “Move your heavy asses please.”

“Sorry.” Genma muttered as he flopped to the side, knocking Iruka completely off the bed in the process.

“Thanks a lot Gen.” the Hokage muttered as he clawed at the covers, relaxing a bit when the interrogator easily scooped him up and lifted him onto the bed, nestling him gently into the blankets.

“That was absolutely amazing.” the senbon sucker managed, “I can die a happy man.”

“No dying allowed.” the copy-nin retorted, “That would ruin it for everyone.”

“It's a joke sweetheart.” Ibiki assured him, “No one here is dying anytime soon . . . although I may need to sleep for a week to recover. I think I'm getting too old for this sort of thing.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Iruka retorted, “and I, for one, intend to achieve perfection.”

“Just do it quietly.” Kakashi mumbled as he tucked his head into the crook of the already snoring senbon-sucker's neck and let his eyes fall shut. “Just give me a few minutes first.”

He never got a reply as Ibiki gently gathered the former teacher in his arms, pulling him close and whispering soothingly into his ear until they, too, passed into sleep.