Fanning the Flames

A/N - Sorry to take so long between updates. I'm afraid the holidays and end of the year pressures have thrown me off-stride a bit. Please don't give up on me, I should be back to my usual promptness in a week or so.

Chapter Twenty

“What's going on between you and Itachi?” Ibiki asked the swordsman point blank, “I have enough problems without having to chase 'kashi here every time you two have a quarrel.”

“Nothing that you need to worry about Hatake-san,” Kisame replied stiffly. “In fact, if you could get your husband to stop sticking his nose where it doesn't belong I'd appreciate it.”

“I'm not over the moon about it either,” the interrogator snapped back. “Like it or not though, 'kashi and Itachi are having a baby together. I can no more keep him out of it than I could stop the sun from rising. Just be glad you don't have Bull hanging around, too.”

“What's a Bull?” the Mist-nin wondered.

“One of 'kashi's summons. He's about the size of a bear,” the scarred man explained. “He loves babies. Most days he watches Kurenai and Asuma's twins, but once this child is born it will have his full attention.”

“Oh great. As if your scarecrow of a husband wasn't enough of an annoyance. Now I get to be hassled by a giant talking dog,” Kisame groused.

“Watch the way you talk about my husband shark-boy,” the torture master growled threateningly. “If I were you I'd be concentrating on your own relationship . . . oh that's right, you don't have one. Or is the problem that you have two?” Ibiki sneered.

“My relationships are none of your god damned business,” the swordsman retorted. “I'm not a saint, okay. At least I'm not hurting anyone.”

“You're hurting Itachi,” the interrogator insisted. “He even came on to me, for gods sake. At least talk to him about what you're doing.”

“Sure, because that will make him feel so much better,” the Mist-nin sneered. “I don't want him exposed to that side of me. That includes discussing why it isn't a good idea.”

“Well, when I left Itachi was attempting to seduce Jiraiya, of all people. If you don't put a stop to this it certainly won't end well,” Ibiki said with a shrug. “In any event 'kashi's run off somewhere, so he won't be bothering you for the time being.”

“What do you mean run off?” Kisame asked sharply. “He can't just go traipsing around all by himself. Besides, he promised Itachi he'd stay until the birth.”

“Well, Itachi is the one who told me. He didn't seem terribly concerned. Then again, he seemed much more interested in getting into the old man's pants than he was in anything I had to say,” the interrogator admitted.

“You aren't serious, are you?” Kisame prodded urgently. “You're just trying to get me to do something.”

“I wish that were true, my friend,” the scarred man retorted, dropping a heavy hand on the swordsman's shoulder. “Jiraiya and I were fighting. Itachi broke it up and pulled Jiji aside. They went into his bedroom to 'discuss' things. Uchiha was even batting his eyes at the old pervert.”

* * *

“I can't stay here,” Kakashi protested violently. “Ibiki will kill me if I stay away for so long.”

“The only important thing is your baby Hatake-san,” the Kazekage pointed out mildly. “You'll never forgive yourself if you lose it due to your own carelessness.”

“You're right,” the copy-nin admitted as he slumped back into the bed. “I don't want to spend all those months in the hospital though.”

“Oh no, no,” the redhead hastened to explain, “you'll be staying with us once your blood pressure medication takes effect. You just need to stay here overnight. We have plenty of staff to look after you in our quarters.”

“I need to call Ibiki and let him know where I am,” the silver-haired nin mumbled. “He's going to be so mad at me.”

“No he won't,” Raidou assured him. “Your husband is crazy about you. This will be the best news he ever gets.”

“But what if . . .” Kakashi began worriedly.

“No ifs,” the scarred tokubetsu insisted. “You and your beloved are having a baby. That's the best news in the world. You'll see . . . I bet he's here tomorrow.”

“Just give me the phone,” the copy-nin demanded. “If I have to do this I want to get it over with.” He placed the call and waited as the phone went unanswered. Finally he gave up and called Ibiki's office. “Just have him call me at this number. It's very important,” he insisted to the underling on the other end.

“What do you mean he's left town?” the silver-haired man groaned. “Do you know where he went?” There was a long pause while the anxious nin waited for a response. “Fine, I'll call the Hokage's office then, thank you.”

“Apparently Ibiki's gone somewhere,” Kakashi declared thoughtfully. “I need to call the Hokage's office to find out where.”

“So call them already,” Raidou urged.

“It isn't important enough to bother them so late at night,” the copy-nin demurred. “I'll give them a buzz in the morning.”

“Neither Genma or Iruka will be upset by your call. You can't avoid this Hatake-san,” Gaara reminded him.

“Fine,” the lanky jounin bit out, snatching the phone back and dialing the numbers almost angrily. “Hello, Iruka? It's Kakashi. I've been trying to reach Ibiki and I was told he's out of town. I thought maybe you'd . . .” The silver-haired man trailed off as he listened to the lecture coming from the phone. “I didn't mean to worry him . . .” the copy-nin ventured.

“Let me talk to him,” Raidou insisted, snatching the phone from the jounin's hand and getting right down to business. “Hi Ru, it's Rai. Where can we reach Ibiki? It's urgent that we track him down.”

“Your husband is in Oto looking for you,” the scarred man said when he hung up the phone. “Call him now please.”

* * *

The Otokage towed the startled sannin into his quarters and shut the door behind them, tugging the reluctant man over to the bed and pushing him down to sit on the edge. “We need to talk Jiraiya-sama.”

“O-kay,” the white-maned man replied rather shakily. “What would you like to discuss?”

“Your fear of men, Jiraiya-sama,” the Uchiha retorted with a sly smirk. “I believe you need some practical experience to get you past your prejudices.” The raven-haired nin slowly eased onto the older man's lap, lips quirking in a slight smile when strong arms wrapped around to hold him in place. “See, I won't bite. At least, not his time.”

The Toad Sage shuddered at the promise in the younger man's husky tenor. As intriguing as the little show he and Kakashi had put on earlier had been, it did not change the fact that he wasn't interested in having sex with a man. “I'm afraid you're talking to the wrong man Otokage-sama. I'm just not wired that way.”

“Oh really?” the lithe shinobi husked erotically. “Then why, pray tell, did you get off watching 'kashi and me earlier?”

“It was just . . . I was only . . . I have no idea,” the fumbling sannin finally admitted. “I never reacted to a man before that.”

“Perhaps there was something in particular that caught your eye?” Itachi continued inexorably. “Something you might like to try?” The raven-haired nin leaned forward and pressed his lips to the older man's, taking advantage of his shocked attempt to protest and shoving his tongue aggressively into the sannin's mouth.

“Mmmph,” Jiraiya mumbled urgently, although he soon ceased his protest. The white maned man's eyes drifted shut as he lost himself in the taste and feel of the man in his arms.

Before the Toad sage realized what was happening the Uchiha gracefully shed his clothes, pressing his warm, tempting flesh against the sannin's firm chest as he resumed their kiss. He wanted to resist, he really did, but his hands had a mind of their own, roaming covetously over all the smooth creamy skin they could reach.

“See, I'm not so scary,” Itachi husked. “Why don't you let me help you get a bit more comfortable?” He slowly reached for the bottom of the sannin's shirt, carefully pulling it up and over the mane of sparkling hair before tossing it aside and pressing their chests back together.

“I really don't think this is a good idea,” Jiraiya ventured shakily. “After all, I'm supposed to be training under you. This could make our working relationship diffi . . CULT,” he yelped as a soft, slim hand slid inside his pants and palmed his erection.

“I can't THINK when you're doing That,” the white-maned man panted. “You need to stop and consider the consequences of what you're doing Itachi.”

“I know what the consequences are,” the Otokage purred. “I know you watched me with senpai. I know that you liked what you saw. Wouldn't you like to be in his place? Just relax, let me take care of you.” The raven-haired nin gracefully slid off the larger man's lap, inky hair fanning out across his shoulders as he wrapped his lips around the broad head of the sannin's cock.

“Oh dear Kami,” Jiraiya moaned as he buried his fingers in soft black silken strands. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

The Uchiha's only response was to slide down the length of the Sage's twitching engorgement, flicking his tongue teasingly under the ridge and in the sensitive slit. He started a slow, bobbing motion that had the white-maned man praising him brokenly as he strained not to just give in and thrust into the hot mouth that was teasing him so expertly.

Jiraiya relaxed into the sensation, idly noting that no woman had ever sucked his dick so well. He felt his balls begin to pull up and he tried to stave off his impending orgasm. “Itachi, you need to stop,” the sannin barked urgently. “If you don't I'm going to come in your mouth.”

“But I want to taste you koi,” the dark-haired nin teased before slurping the dripping shaft back into his mouth.

Jiraiya let out a sharp shriek of surprise when a slick finger suddenly slid between his cheeks, wiggling its way through his virginal ring. “Holy shit,” he managed to gasp, eyes dropping shut and head falling back to land on his shoulders. The sannin couldn't concentrate on the intrusion, however, when that wicked tongue was doing such amazing things to his dick.

You're going to love this, Itachi thought as he crooked his finger, scraping his nail gently over the older man's prostate.

Something inside him snapped, and Jiraiya came with a loud gasp, shooting burst after burst of seed down the Uchiha's willing throat. “That was amazing,” the white-maned man muttered when his breathing finally evened out, “Maybe you're right. I think I'll have to let you teach me a bit more.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Itachi agreed smugly, curling up next to the larger man and watching with pleasure as he drifted off to sleep.