Fanning the Flames

Chapter Two

Kakashi woke with a start several hours later, sticky and uncomfortable, and peeled himself off the sheets. He gazed fondly at the three slumbering figures, smiling slightly when Genma's face wrinkled in displeasure at the loss of warmth. The honey haired man instinctively scooted closer to the still slumbering pair, relaxing back into his dreams when he was plastered up against Ibiki's broad back. Satisfied that all three were once again sound asleep he padded into the bathroom, intent on washing the evidence of their pleasure off.

The copy-nin relaxed when the warm water flooded over him, quickly scrubbing himself clean before standing under the spray, head bowed, and just letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. He jumped slightly in surprise when the shower door opened and Iruka slipped in behind him.

“I hope you don't mind if I join you.” the former teacher murmured as he stepped into the cleansing spray, “I hate being all sticky.”

Kakashi stiffened when the younger man pressed up against his back, “You're so very beautiful . . . you do know that, don't you?” the Hokage murmured as he gently kissed the nape of his neck.

“Your point is?” the copy-nin asked almost anxiously.

“I'd like to enjoy you the way Gen did.” Iruka answered honestly as he rubbed his burgeoning erection against the taller man's ass.

“If that is what you wish Hokage-sama.” Kakashi answered formally, bowing his head and bracing his hands against the cool tile as he waited for a response. He schooled his face into a mask of indifference as the younger man's thick cock slowly breached his entrance, wriggling uncomfortably as Iruka pressed inexorably forward until his hips were flush with alabaster skin.

“Kami you're hot.” the former teacher muttered as he pulled back slightly, starting a rocking motion which grew deeper and harder with each thrust until he was pounding wantonly into the too silent copy-nin. The Rokudaime was so lost in the pleasurable sensations that he never noticed how the silver-haired man was reacting.

Kakashi stiffened at the first intrusion, reluctantly forcing himself to relax in order to avoid being torn. He tried to hide his anxiety, but memories of Sandaime's hard hands and brutal penetration rose up to swamp him and he could only stand there, mute, tension thrumming through his frame.

The copy-nin fought to regulate his breathing, he was starting to hyperventilate and could feel the world growing hazy around him. When Iruka finally came with a wail the jounin collapsed against the tile, relief flowing though him when the Hokage's cock slipped from his swollen entrance.

“ . . . ashi, Kakashi?” he heard the words, but couldn't respond.

“Are you alright?” Iruka asked worriedly, alarmed by the silence, “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

The silver-haired man shook his head wearily, trying to throw off his confusion and respond. “No Hokage-sama.” he finally managed, before lapsing back into stillness.

“Well, something's bothering you.” the former teacher fretted, “I'll go get Ibiki.”

“No!” the copy-nin exclaimed, “Please . . . I'm fine.”

“Then talk to me.” the younger man entreated, “I'm getting kind of scared.”

“I'm sorry Hokage-sama, you do not need to worry about me.” Kakashi stated stiffly, “I'm just a little tired.”

“Why so formal then . . . usually you call me 'ruka.”, the Rokudaime pressed, “If I did something wrong I'd like to know what it is.”

“Everything's fine Iruka-san.” the silver haired man replied smoothly, “We should try to get some rest, Ibiki and I are leaving in the morning.”

The Hokage eyed him suspiciously, but eventually relented and followed the copy-nin back to bed. As soon as he slid under the covers Kakashi immediately shut his eyes and pretended to sleep, suppressing his chakra in hopes of convincing the younger man that he was just exhausted.

Iruka pursed his lips, sure that something was bothering the copy-nin, but unable to pierce his infamous reserve to uncover exactly what. I'll talk to Ibiki about it in the morning, he decided with a yawn, rolling over and snuggling into the pile of warm bodies as darkness overtook him.

As soon as the Rokudaime was asleep. Kakashi's eyes popped open and he quickly scooted to the farthest corner of the bed, worrying his lower lip between his teeth as he desperately tried to regain his composure. We talked about this in therapy, he told himself, Iruka didn't hurt me, I can say no, Ibiki doesn't mind. As he desperately went through his mental litany he snagged their bag and dragged it over, digging inside until he finally located the anti-anxiety medication, pouring several pills in his hand and swallowing them dry before curling back up in a tiny ball, hand unconsciously stroking the tattoo on his neck.

Ibiki woke up slowly, hands sliding easily over the smooth flesh in front of him as he unconsciously rubbed his morning erection against the satiny skin. “Love you sweetheart.” he murmured sleepily as he wrapped his arms tightly around the slumbering form.

“Aren't you the sweet talker.” Genma quipped lazily, “Are you planning on doing anything with that?”

“Sorry.” the interrogator mumbled, “I thought you were 'kashi.”

“It's quite alright.” the senbon sucker retorted, rolling over to face the scarred man with a smile, “I have no intention of turning you away.”

“Thank you.” the scarred man replied sincerely, “You and Iruka have been so good to me.”

“It isn't difficult.” the honey haired man explained, “You're smoking hot, and a nice guy to boot . . . what's not to like.” he concluded with a leer.

“I'm just not used to it, that's all.” Ibiki conceded, “Most people run when they see me coming.”

“That's only because you try to be all big and bad and intimidating.” Genma decided, “They don't realize you're actually just a ball of mush.”

“I'll show you mush.” the tall man growled playfully as he continued to rub his erection against the senbon-sucker's plush ass, “That's what you'll be when I'm done with you.”

“Promises, promises.” the tokubetsu teased, “Show me what you've got.”

The interrogator was quick to comply, fumbling in the covers for the tube of lube they'd dropped there the night before. “I'm more than ready for you.” the senbon-sucker urged, “Stop wasting time.”

“I don't want to hurt you.” Ibiki retorted, “It will only take a few minutes.”

“I said I'm fine.” Genma growled in mock anger, flipping the scarred man onto his back and positioning himself over the interrogator's twitching length. The honey-haired man slowly pushed himself down until he was sitting on Ibiki's lap, bending to capture thin lips in a passionate kiss, both of them oblivious to the watchful mismatched eyes that were riveted on their actions.

Large hands clamped down firmly on smooth caramel hips, easily lifting and dropping the senbon-sucker and wringing a loud cry from the startled man. “There . . .please.” Genma whined as his prostate was targeted and he desperately tried to shift his hips and take control.

“You. Are. So. Pushy.” Ibiki gritted out, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust of his hips that had the younger man wailing his agreement.

“So punish me already.” the honey-haired man gasped, even as their silent watcher's eyes narrowed in anger.

Kakashi felt anger surge inside him at Genma's demand. He has no right to tell 'biki what to do, the copy-nin thought angrily, it's time to stop all this and go home.

The honey-haired man continued to ride the scarred torture master, hand flying as he stroked himself, finally shooting his seed across the broad scarred chest as he shuddered and shook through his orgasm.

When Ibiki followed him over the peak with a roar the silver-haired man could stand no more, silently slipping out of the bed, and the room. “That was good.” the tall man rumbled satedly, “Too bad Iruka and 'kashi missed it.”

“Missed what?” the Hokage mumbled, smacking his lips together and screwing his face up in confusion as he struggled to wake completely. Eventually he struggled to a sitting position, hair standing out around his head in a tangled cloud.

“Hot morning nookie, that's what.” Genma mumbled sleepily, “Now I need a nap.”

“Where's 'kashi?” the interrogator exclaimed when he realized only three of them were in the room, “Did anyone hear him get up?”

“We took a shower earlier while you guys were still asleep, then went back to bed.” the teacher explained, “That's the last time I saw him.”

“He's probably in the bathroom,” the senbon-sucker reasoned, “or the kitchen.”

“I'm going to go find him . . . we need to cleaned up and get back home.” the scarred man explained, “Unlike you two, we have to be back at work tomorrow.”

“I don't think that's really an issue.” Iruka replied with a snort, “I am your boss after all.”

“But not 'kashi's . . . not anymore.” Ibiki explained, “He's backed up at the shop since we got back, I doubt he'd be willing to stay closed . . . nothing personal, but it's hard to start a new business.”

“I'm just teasing 'biki.” the Hokage retorted with a chuckle, “Of course you need to get back to your lives. I'll tell you right now, this was the best wedding present we received . . . much nicer than the pile of toasters and blenders we'll never use.”

“We enjoyed ourselves.” the interrogator assured him as he stood and stretched before heading to the bathroom in search of his husband. After searching the entire cabin and coming up empty handed he headed outside, assuming he'd find the copy-nin enjoying one last soak in the furo. Much to his surprise, however, Kakashi was nowhere to be found.