Into the Fire

Chapter Twelve

“I’m sorry.” Kakashi finally said softly, breaking the silence after they had traveled about ten miles, “That was unnecessarily cruel of me. I was just curious.”

“I would never hurt you.” the interrogator replied raspily.

“I wasn’t worried about that.” the copy-nin protested.

“Right.” Ibiki muttered.

“Really,” the jounin continued sincerely, “you’re just so different than I thought . . . I’m having a hard time reconciling the man you’re showing me with the man I thought I knew. You have to admit this is out of character for our esteemed head of torture and interrogation.”

“When I was seventeen,” the scarred man rumbled, “I was captured on a mission to Stone. I spent six weeks in their torture chambers.”

“I know,” Kakashi replied sadly, “Sandaime talked about it constantly . . . he was so worried about you.” The copy-nin paused for a long moment before continuing, “Eventually he sent me as part of the deal for your release . . . for a while I hated you. If you had just died, I kept thinking, then I wouldn’t have had to go to Stone.”

“You got me released?” Ibiki gasped, wide-eyed.

“Mmmm,” the jounin hummed absently, “I resented you so much . . . everyone was so worried about how you were doing, and no one cared about what I had to do to get you back.” He turned sad, worried eyes to peer intently at the interrogator, “I was young . . . and scared,” he tried to explain, “it didn’t take me long to realize it had nothing to do with you . . . and since then, I’ve always regretted that they didn’t send me sooner and save you some of your pain.”

“After Stone,” the scarred man finally continued after a long period of silence, “I was angry . . . I remember I was in the hospital shortly after I got back,” he husked, “there was this really cute nurse I from my class at the academy, Hanseki Junko.”, he added dreamily, “I always looked forward to her shift . . . until I overheard her talking to one of the medics asking to be reassigned. She said looking at me made her want to be sick.”

“It’s hard,” Ibiki continued thickly, “to have people look at you like a thing. Harder still to be recipient of their pity. I took it out in my work, but now . . .” he shrugged his shoulders, “well, it’s been a long time, and I’ve learned to live with what I am.”

“Which is?” Kakashi prodded softly, eyes pinned intently on the scarred man’s face.

“A boogeyman to scare children with, an inhuman monster.” the interrogator spat bitterly.

“You’re not a monster.” the copy-nin replied firmly, “No monster would do what you’re doing for me. I’d trade with you if I could.”

“Kakashi . . .” Ibiki began hesitantly, only to be cut off.

“Inside, where it matters, you are anything but ugly.” the jounin declared firmly.

What the hell is he doing, the honey-haired man wondered as the Rokudaime Hokage leapt up from his desk and locked the office door, beckoning him over with a single crooked finger. “Genma,” the teacher whispered sultrily, “I think it’s high time you banged your Hokage . . . as you so lovingly put it.”

His senbon flew out of his mouth when he found himself shoved unceremoniously onto his back across the desk and Iruka climbed on top of him, grinding their pelvises together as he claimed his lover’s mouth in a wet, needy kiss. “Ru,” he tried to protest, “we shouldn’t do this here.”

“Yes, we should.” the Hokage replied with a smirk as he opened his robes, giving the tokubetsu jounin a birds-eye view of his lithe, naked form.

“You aren’t wearing anything under your robes.” Genma said in a strangled voice, “Gods help me but that’s so hot.”

“What are you going to do about it, huh?” the teacher taunted as he dove in for another sloppy kiss.

The honey-haired man squeaked when he felt his zipper opening, his erection springing up gracefully into Iruka’s deft hand. “I know you want this.” the pony-tailed man whispered huskily as he bent to take the leaking shaft into his mouth.

“That’s not the poi . . .NT.” Genma stammered, thoroughly distracted by the motions of his lover’s teasing tongue.

“And what exactly is the point?” Iruka taunted before taking his lover to the root. He slowly retreated up the length, nipping at the thick vein, until he reached the tip. He delicately nibbled the swollen head, dragging his tongue tantilizingly through the slit.

“Fuck if I remember.” the senbon sucker muttered before yanking the slightly smaller figure up for another passionate kiss. The teacher took advantage of the movement, quickly unbuttoning Genma’s shirt, running his hands over hidden muscles before tweaking a pert caramel nipple. The honey-haired man shuddered, wiggling and squirming until he could kick his pants off before grabbing bronze hips in an iron grip and firmly grinding up into Iruka’s plush ass.

“Ru, no.” he uttered in a strangled groan when the teacher wrapped his hand around his lover’s weeping member and guided it to his entrance, pushing back firmly until the head slipped inside, “you’ll hurt yourself?” Genma’s eyes went wide in wonder when he realized the passage had already been stretched and lubricated, “When did you get so kinky Ru . . .”

“The minute I heard you talking to Asuma about banging the Hokage.” Iruka replied as he continued his slow slide down Genma’s rock-hard shaft. When he was finally seated flush with his lover’s pelvis he tipped his head back, pulling the tie out of his hair to let it cascade in a silky cocoa sheet that fell to just below his shoulder blades.

The senbon sucker watched in awe as strong thighs flexed and the teacher began to slowly slide back up the length impaling him, gaze riveted on the erotic tightening of bronze muscles as Iruka paused before sliding back down.

The new Hokage was apparently in no hurry, setting a leisurely pace that soon had his honey-haired lover panting and moaning wantonly. “Gods, Ru . . .” Genma groaned when the teacher let out a wail as his prostate was struck, the picture his lover made at that moment, lips parted and head tossed back in pleasure, sending his arousal spiraling even higher.

“I don’t think I can last much longer.” the guard managed when Iruka increased the pace. The senbon sucker wrapped his hand around the teacher’s bobbing erection and began to stroke it firmly in counterpoint with his thrusts. Genma sat up, strong arm around the writhing figure and pulled him tight against his chest as he began a punishing series of thrusts. Iruka shivered and twisted before coming with a loud cry, seed spurting across the desk.

The honey-haired man thrust a few more times into the clenching heat of his lover before giving a strangled wail and filling him with his come. “That was . . . amazing.” The Hokage finally managed as he pulled himself upright, hat askew and come spattered across the front of his robes of office.

“You are going to be the death of me.” Genma muttered as he helped his boyfriend off the desk and they staggered into the bathroom to clean up.

“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy that?” the teacher snorted, “Because . . . you weren’t very convincing if that’s the case.”

“No, no, I enjoyed it.” the senbon sucker affirmed, “Of course, now I won’t be able to look at the Hokage’s robes without getting hard.”

“Good thing I’m the Hokage then.” Iruka laughed, “But now, I’m afraid it’s back to work for me.” he said before kissing his lover thoroughly and heading back to his desk.

Orochimaru paced impatiently as he waited for Kabuto to return. “Well?” he hissed the instant the grey-haired man stepped through the doors.

“My lord,” the medic began, “I am afraid you have less time than we thought. Your body is weakening at an increasingly rapid rate, we will have to make the transfer within the next two months. Fortunately you have several candidates already prepared to choose from.

Not that I want to use any of them, the snake thought sourly. “What news have we heard from the leaf?” he asked simply.

“Tsunade is locked in the dungeon awaiting Morino’s return with Hatake. Jiraiya is in the leaf as well.” Kabuto explained slowly.

“And the new Hokage?” Orochimaru prodded, “I need to know who it is.”

“This must be wrong,” the medic read with a frown, “It says they chose Umino Iruka, a chuunin academy teacher . . . that can’t be right, he must be a figurehead to hide the real power in the shadows.”

“Maybe my other old teammate?” the snake wondered, “Kabuto . . . I believe it is time for you to pay the leaf village a visit and see what you can find out.”

“Should I do anything about Lady Tsunade?” the grey haired man asked hopefully.

“I doubt the opportunity will present itself.” Orochimaru replied drily, “I’m sure she has devised a plan . . . although I would expect you to help her if she requests it. I imagine she’s merely biding her time until Hatake returns, we should hear about her escape very soon.” He smiled slightly before adding, “I expect you back in three days with all the information you can dig up about this Umino Iruka . . . I need to know what he holds dear, then perhaps we can ferret out who really holds the power.”

Kabuto bowed deeply, “As you wish master.” he replied before quickly grabbing a light pack and heading off toward Konoha at a run.