Fanning the Flames

Chapter Sixteen

“'tachi, wake up.” the copy-nin shook the raven haired nin's bony shoulder, “I need to talk with you kitten.”

“I said not to call me that.” the Uchiha grumbled, a small pout forming on his delicate features.

“I can't help myself, you're just too cute.” Kakashi retorted with a grin. “Besides, it got your attention.”

“Ha, ha very funny.” the stoic Otokage muttered. “What's so important that you had to wake me up senpai?”

“I spoke with Jiraiya, he's going to stay here and train as your successor.” the jounin explained in a soft voice. “He's also agreed to act as your companion.” he concluded with a smug smirk.

“My what?” Itachi barked, “I most certainly do not need you to arrange companionship for me.”, he declared with a sniff, “I am not helpless Hatake.”

“Of course you aren't.” the copy-nin soothed, “It's merely self-interest on my part. I need to be sure you're alright. I don't trust Kisame to be here if you need him. His attentions are elsewhere at the moment.”

“So you want me to take a stranger into my confidence? Into my bed?” the raven haired man hissed angrily. “What kind of a slut do you take me for?”

“No, no pretty one.” Kakashi assured him, “It's not like that. Believe me, Jiji is not interested in men . . . or at least that's what he claims. In any event if you want him in your bed it's up to you to lure him there.” The lanky nin leaned in and captured pouty pink lips, smiling into the kiss when the reserved Uchiha practically melted into his arms. “Not that anyone could resist you. You're downright edible, especially when you first wake up.” he continued when they pulled apart for air.

“I don't want you to leave.” the Otokage pleaded, “It's so lonely here without you. Besides, you're still very sick. You could lose your baby if you push yourself too hard. Not to mention the fact that you need to find a doctor you can trust to help you with the birth.”

“I appreciate your concern, really, but you don't need to worry about me.” the silver-haired nin retorted. “I have everything under control.”

“Sure you do . . . that's why you ended up in the hospital.” Itachi declared with an almost condescending air. “You may be my senpai, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to blindly agree with you when you have a stupid idea.”

“Jiji will be here in a few minutes.” the last Hatake stated coldly, “Then I'll be on my way.”

“Kakashi, don't be an ass.” Itachi argued passionately, “I know you aren't going home and I'm not going to let you risk your life by running away, not when there's our child to consider also.”

“I swear I'll be here for the birth. I just need some space right now to adjust to my condition.” came the copy-nin's rejoinder, “I'm sure in a week or two it will sort itself out.”

“You're having a baby senpai.” the Otokage insisted, “It isn't going to go away or sort itself out or any other euphemism. You're going to have to deal with it.”

Just then a slender red and white ninken appeared at the silver-haired man's feet. “Hello Boss.” Tomodachi greeted him, “I've been elected to make sure you take care of yourself.”

“Elected by whom, exactly?” a livid Kakashi snapped.

“The pack of course. Pakkun told us about the whelp. We can't run the risk of you dying and sending us back where we came from.” she explained patiently, “I'm supposed to make sure you put yourself first.”

“Of course I can't put myself first.” the copy-nin gasped, aghast at the mere thought, “The baby is the most important thing.”

“Why aren't you home then?” Tomodachi wondered, “Did you have a fight with your mate?”

“No, not that it's any of your business.” came the sullen reply, “I just wanted to check on 'tachi and our baby.”

“You had to come here to check on the pup, why? And what does the Uchiha have to do with anything?” the slender ninken cocked her head curiously, “While you're at it, can you explain how you managed to get pregnant in the first place? I've never heard of a boy having pups.”

“First of all,” Kakashi lectured, “it's a baby not a pup. Beyond that it is none of your business. You can just go back and tell them all to butt out, and I swear if Ibiki hears about this from any of you our contract will be broken so fast it will make your head spin.”

Tomodachi just shook her head, huffing out a small snort of disbelief before retorting, “I don't see what's so horrible about wanting to keep you alive. If that's your command, fine I'll go . . . but we will be checking up on you.”

“Send Bull next time, at least he has some common sense.” the silver-haired man ordered, “Now get out of here.” The ninken gave an insulted sniff and faded from sight, leaving a charged silence in her wake.

“What is going on senpai?” Itachi asked curiously, “Where are you headed if not back home?”

“It isn't important 'tachi.” the copy-nin assured him, “Let's get back to the business at hand. I was getting ready to reassure you, after all.” Kakashi slid into the bed and pulled the raven-haired nin close, nipping his way up the long column of the Otokage's neck before once again kissing him passionately.

The silver-haired man rolled on top of his slighter lover, pinning him easily as he continued to explore his mouth with gusto. “Senpai, stop trying to distract me.” Itachi muttered although he made no move to stop the older man's ministrations.

“I'm not distracting you, I'm saying goodbye.” Kakashi murmured lustily, “I won't be back until the baby comes and I'm going to miss you.”

“I'll miss you too.” the Otokage replied in a voice laced heavily with sadness, “Will you come back if I need you?”

“Of course I will pretty one, how could I refuse any request you make of me?” the copy-nin assured him before sliding down the length of his lithe lover's torso, leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake. He tickled the stoic nin's bellybutton with his tongue, smirking when Itachi responded with a throaty moan, before eventually reaching his goal. The silver-haired man swiped his tongue through the welling beads of pearly pre-cum, dipping into the slit for more of the salty treat. “You are absolutely delicious.” he declared throatily before swallowing the Uchiha's burgeoning erection.

Kakashi felt the Toad Sage's chakra nearing their location and redoubled his efforts, determined to distract the dark-haired man from noticing they were about to have a visitor. He bobbed and sucked, nipping at the ridge before his talented tongue followed with soothing strokes that soon had his slender lover moaning and sighing.

“More senpai.” the Otokage demanded and the copy-nin was quick to comply, channeling chakra to his tongue and painting tingling ribbons of sensation up and down Itachi's swollen shaft.

Jiraiya arrived outside the doors to the Uchiha's quarters, pushing them open silently and slipping inside . . . only to stop dead at the sight which met his eyes. He watched in fascination as his nephew continued to tease the slender nin and his hand automatically dropped to his crotch, squeezing his swelling need hard through his pants.

Feeling the sannin's presence Kakashi decided to step things up a bit, easily flipping the much smaller man. He ran his hands over plump perfect buttocks, whispering “You have the most perfect ass.” and watching with pleasure the red flush that bloomed on the pale skin. The copy-nin grasped both cheeks firmly and spread them, bending to swipe his hot wet tongue across Itachi's tempting pucker.

Jiraiya didn't know whether he was turned on or disgusted by his nephew's actions, still he could not look away. He watched with growing fascination as the silver-haired nin licked and sucked the Otokage's most intimate places, noting with surprise how his erection swelled when Kakashi's tongue finally pushed through the ring and the normally reserved Uchiha let out an echoing shriek of pleasure.

The white-maned sannin finally gave in to his urges, slipping his hand inside his pants to stroke himself as he ducked into the shadows, eyes never leaving the couple on the bed. His hand picked up its pace when the copy-nin pulled back, sliding two slick fingers into the Uchiha as he sent a pointed look in Jiraiya's direction.

Well aware of his rapt audience, Kakashi continued to lavish attention on the now squirming Otokage, his free hand gliding up to tangle in the inky fall of his hair. The copy-nin gently tugged on the silky strands, pulling Itachi's head back and giving the watching sannin a good look at his delicate features contorted in passion. Mismatched eyes zeroed in on the voyeuristic nin, sending a mockingly reproachful glance his way before turning his attention back to his lover.

When a third slick digit slid easily inside, the last Uchiha let out a warbling call of the copy-nin's name. The lanky nin smirked as he repeatedly rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves until Itachi was pushing back onto his fingers with gusto. Then he quickly lubed his impressive length before replacing his fingers with something much larger.

“Oh gods senpai, oh please.” the Otokage begged as he struggled to push back onto his lover's rigid cock. The silver-haired nin was determined however, and strong hands firmly pinned the slender Uchiha as Kakashi slowly sank into his clenching heat. When he was finally seated to the hilt both men let out a soft sigh of pleasure, tilting their heads to engage in a passionate kiss.

“You have to move senpai.” Itachi gritted out, “Please.”

“Of course kitten.” the copy-nin purred as he started a slow, languorous slide, pulling almost completely out before just as slowly pressing back in. Jiraiya found himself mirroring the younger man's rhythm with his hand as he stroked himself wantonly, heedless of anything beyond the two incredibly attractive men.

When Itachi began moaning his name like a mantra Kakashi sat back, pulling him onto his lap. The change in angle brought a startled wail from the Otokage as his prostate was continuously pummeled. The jounin reached around and wrapped an elegant, long-fingered hand around his lover's weeping cock, stroking him in counterpoint to the punishing thrusts.

The sight of the slender Uchiha, back arched like a bow as he shot hot streams of come across his chest, was too much for the watching sannin and he grunted in surprise as his orgasm swept over him, only distantly noting the copy-nin's satisfied roar of completion as his heart slowly regained its normal pace.

Jiraiya looked up to find himself pinned by two sets of watchful eyes and he struggled not to flee under the weight of the lovers' stare, mindful of the power contained in their sharingan. He opened and closed his mouth several times, finally settling on a simple “Sorry.” before fleeing the room in a panic.