Fanning the Flames

Chapter Thirteen

Five minutes after Kisame left with the Toad Sage there was another knock on the doors. “Just a minute senpai, let me get rid of whoever that is and I'll be right back.” Itachi promised as he slipped out of the bed to go see who was calling.

“May I help you?” the Otokage asked politely when he opened the doors on an unfamiliar figure.

“No Uchiha-sama, but I believe I can help you.” the green-haired man replied slyly, “May I have five minutes of your time?”

“Is it important?” the raven-haired nin inquired, “I'm really rather busy at the moment.”

“I have some information about your partner's former relationship with Hatake-san.” Zetsu dangled as bait, “Of course, if you're not interested . . .”

“What former relationship?” Itachi growled menacingly, “Kisame and I have been together for years, I'd certainly know if he and senpai had some kind of connection.”

“How much has Kisame told you about his time in Mist?” the hunter pressed nastily, “I doubt you really know him at all.”

“How do you come by this so-called information?” the last Uchiha shrewdly asked, “Did you know Kisame when he worked for the Mizukage?”

“No, I only met him when he joined Akatsuki.” Zetsu clarified, “Although we have become very close since then.”

“I see.” the Otokage murmured softly, “Fine, tell me what it is you came here to say please.”

“Kisame and Hatake first met in the Mizukage's torture chamber.” the green-haired man said, eyes almost aglow with excitement as he contemplated the scenario. “Hatake was the old man's newest concubine . . . and he wanted to loosen him up a bit, so he shared his pretty new acquisition with his famous seven swordsmen . . . among them your dear friend Kisame. I'm surprised Hatake never mentioned it. I'm sure he can't be happy being around one of his tormentors . . . or perhaps he is. I've heard he's very kinky.” the hunter whispered conspiratorially, “I'd love the chance for a night with him. Or with you.” he added huskily, “You're very beautiful as well, I love the way blood looks on pale skin.”

“I think you need to leave, now.” Itachi growled through clenched teeth, “I'll let Kisame know you stopped by.”

“I'd dearly love to say hello to Hatake-san while I'm here.” Zetsu remarked with a smirk, “Just to let him know I'm thinking about him.”

“I think not.” the raven-haired man snapped aggressively, “Stay away from him, the last thing he needs is to have to deal with your accusations.”

“Someone's a little possessive.” the hunter almost giggled, “Want him all to yourself, do you?”

“Get out of my quarters.” the Uchiha hissed, “If I ever see you here again, I'll have you killed.”

“As if.” the green haired man chuckled again, “Tell Kisame I really enjoyed last night. If he's interested he can find me in the same place again tonight.” Zetsu turned and practically skipped down the hall, quickly disappearing from the Otokage's sight.

“Senpai,” Itachi whispered when he finally rejoined the silver-haired nin, “why didn't you ever tell me about you and Kisame?”

“It was a long time ago 'tachi.” the copy-nin hastened to assure him, “I never held it against him. He did as his Mizukage ordered, just as I was following the orders of my Hokage. I couldn't blame him for doing his duty. I'm afraid Kisame doesn't believe me though. Lately he's been more and more hostile because he thinks I have some elaborate plot to harm you in order to take revenge on him.”

“I see.” the raven-haired nin replied sadly, “I wish you had trusted me enough to let me know what was going on Kakashi. I feel like a fool.”

“Oh no, no pretty one.” the copy-nin cooed, “It's just, you've suffered so much, I didn't want to burden you with something that really doesn't matter. Kisame never brought it up, never said or did anything about it. I'm not bothered by what happened, if I was I wouldn't have tried to coax him into our bed.”

The Uchiha leaned his head against jounin's shoulder, taking a deep shuddering breath and slowly exhaling before trying to speak. “Senpai, I'm very sorry to have put you in this situation. I wish I'd known about your history, I would never have put you in such an uncomfortable position.”

“Relax 'tachi, you didn't put me anywhere.” Kakashi replied with a tight grin, “My relationship with the two of you has always been of my own choice. I think you need to loosen up a bit. Why don't you roll over and I'll rub your back.”

“Don't be ridiculous.” the Otokage retorted, “You're the one whose health is in danger. Why don't I rub your back instead?”

“Fine.” the silver-haired man snorted as he gracefully flipped over, stretching wantonly before relaxing into a loose-limbed heap. “Hurry up already, you wouldn't want me to die now, would you?” he teased. The deep, erotic chuckle that followed made gooseflesh race up Itachi's spine.

“Don't talk about dying.” the raven-haired man ordered, “Our child needs its father.”

“He needs you too, 'tachi.” the copy-nin muttered, “Unfortunately, right now neither one of us is in top shape. I promise to take care of myself, for both my children. Happy now?”

“Honestly senpai, I don't know how Ibiki puts up with you.” the Uchiha hissed in annoyance, “Do you take anything seriously?”

“I take all my promises seriously.” a suddenly solemn Kakashi declared, raising himself up on his elbows and turning to make eye contact with the Otokage, knowing he would sense the weight of his sharingan. “I promise to do everything in my power to stay healthy and survive childbirth for the sake of both my children. Do you believe me now?”

“I'm sorry senpai, of course I believe you.” Itachi murmured, “Please forgive me for doubting you.”

“There's nothing to forgive pretty one.” the silver-haired man purred as he rolled onto his back, pulling the slender Uchiha on top of him. He tangled his fingers in long raven locks, pulling the younger man's mouth to his and kissing him languidly. Itachi let out a moan, grinding against the taller man as he fought to dominate the kiss.

Kakashi was happy to let the Otokage set the pace, melting under the slighter man's caresses as he arched his back, breaking the kiss with a gasp when their hard cocks brushed. “What an excellent idea.” the jounin murmured when he repeated the motion, catching his lip between his teeth and worrying it as he watched his dark haired lover writhing on top of him as he sought more contact..

The copy-nin snaked his arm between their bodies, wrapping a long-fingered hand firmly around both erections and squeezing roughly before starting to stroke. The last Uchiha let out a loud moan, linking his fingers with his silver-haired lover's and increasing the pace until they were bucking hard against each other as their hands beat out an ever-quickening rhythm.

Itachi's hand tightened convulsively, the inadvertent pressure making him swell impossibly before the tight coil inside of him snapped and he came with a shout. His hand never stopped stroking, his seed providing extra lubrication to smooth the way. Kakashi fought against the surge of heat rushing over him, trying to slow things down and lengthen the delicious moment, but the added slickness proved too much. He thrust one final time and came with a hoarse cry, spraying his cum between them as his body twitched and shuddered.

“Now we can rest.” the silver-haired jounin pronounced, easily lifting and turning the sleepy Otokage until they were spooned comfortably together. He dragged the duvet over them, feeling sleep overtaking him, “Night 'tachi.” he managed before his eyes slid shut and his breathing evened out into sleep.

Kisame stepped out of the shadows, moving to the end of the large bed to observe the slumbering pair. Pointless jealousy washed over him at the sight but he ruthlessly squashed the feeling, knowing it would only distract him. I need to get rid of you, obviously, he decided as his eyes flitted over the slumbering jounin, but I need to be subtle, so it seems like your idea. The swordsman silently slipped back out of the room and headed back the way he'd come, intent on rousing Jiraiya. The old man will help me, as long as he doesn't find out my intentions, the Mist-nin decided, he's not any more thrilled about this than I am.

Ibiki paced the floor worriedly as he turned the copy-nin's brief message over and over in his mind. Bull and Akiko watched with fascination as he reached the far side of the room and started back. The young nin-ken eventually jumped in to enjoy the confusing game, nipping at the tall man's heels as they moved back and forth.

“Stop that little one.” Bull rumbled from his spot in the corner, “You're making me dizzy . . . and you need to stop worrying.” he continued as he shifted his attention to the interrogator. “Honestly, Pakkun's with him, we'd have heard if it was anything serious. The boss wasn't feeling well when he left, he probably just overdid it with the teleport.”

“I can't help but be worried. First he says he'll be right back, then he's staying a while. Now Jiraiya's gone to join him . . . something is going on and I want to know what it is.” the scarred man growled in frustration.

“Go visit your friends, get out of the house.” the massive hound advised, “You're not doing anyone any good wearing a hole in the floor.”

“Fine.” Ibiki snorted, “I'm going. If there's any news I'll be visiting Genma and Iruka.” He headed towards the tower, feet automatically ending up outside the Hokage's private apartment.

“Ibiki, what a wonderful surprise.” Iruka exclaimed when he opened the door, “Come in, come in, we were just making dinner.”

“I don't mean to intrude.” the scarred torture master replied stiffly, “If you're busy I can just come back another time.”

“Don't even think about it.” Genma warned when he wandered out of the kitchen to join them. “So, when's your better half due back?”

“I have no idea, and it's driving me crazy.” the interrogator admitted, “I don't know why I'm so on edge all of a sudden.”

“Well sit down and join us, you can fill us in on all the gossip.” the senbon-sucker chortled, “It was wonderful getting away, but I haven't felt this out of touch in years.”