Into the Fire

Chapter Twenty-Three

It was nearing midnight by the time the meeting finally broke up and Iruka strode gratefully into his private apartment, throwing off his robes and hustling Ibiki out of his coat before the interrogator had time to protest. “That’s better.” the Rokudaime declared confidently before leaning in and capturing scarred lips. “Get undressed, we need to get some sleep.”

“I’m supposed to be guarding you Hokage-sama.” the interrogator replied formally, “I can’t sleep on duty.”

“There’s a dozen ANBU outside the doors, I doubt I’m in any danger.” Iruka retorted wryly, “The position is a formality . . . as you well know.”

“The position is Genma’s.” Ibiki protested, “I don’t want to come between you.”

“That’s nice to know,” the former teacher chuckled, “but you couldn’t even if you tried. Do you trust me Morino-san?”

“Of course Hokage-sama.” the scarred man replied indignantly, “That doesn’t mean I need to have sex with you.”

“That’s true.” Iruka conceded, “But I think you should.” He studied the stunned interrogator’s face carefully before continuing, “Right now you’re feeling hurt and betrayed because of what you saw . . . I’d like to help you try to see it in a different light.” He pulled the tie out of his hair before placing a hand on Ibiki’s broad chest. “If not me, who would you prefer?” he finally ventured after searching wary onyx eyes.

“Kakashi.” the scarred man responded bluntly, “I want Kakashi, back in my house, in my bed, in my arms . . . that’s what I want.”

“Be honest Ibiki,” the Hokage warned, “what you saw . . . will you hold it against him?”

“No.” the interrogator growled angrily.

“Are you sure?” the former teacher asked gently, “Betrayal is the hardest thing for a shinobi to forgive . . . I’m not sure I could so easily push aside my doubts. If nothing else, I think you need to balance the situation so you both have equal shares of guilt and blame . . . it will make it easier for you both to get past this.”

“I don’t know.” Ibiki drawled uncertainly, “I wouldn’t want him to feel I cast him aside so easily.”

“Isn’t that how you feel right now?” Iruka pressed, “You believe he’d rather stay with Orochimaru than come back to you . . . don’t you feel abandoned?”

“I admit it hurts, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t.” the interrogator replied thoughtfully, “But if I hurt Kakashi it would make me feel even worse.”

“So it’s love then.” the Rokudaime declared confidently, “That makes everything easier. But I still think you need to equalize things . . . give Kakashi something to forgive you for, then maybe he won’t beat himself up too badly.”

“You honestly expect me to believe that my sleeping with you will make Kakashi feel better somehow?” Ibiki demanded, hands on his hips.

“He’ll feel less guilty . . . and you’ll feel less hurt by his actions when you’ve done the same thing yourself without it affecting your feelings.” Iruka reasoned.

“What if it does affect my feelings?” the scarred man inquired pointedly, “Then what do I do?”

“If it affects the way you feel about Kakashi, then you never loved him in the first place.” came the confident reply, “You need to know one way or the other before you see him again.” The former teacher slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off broad shoulders, and immediately thumbed the button on his pants and slid them down long legs before turning to the dumbstruck torture master. “Come to bed Ibiki.” he whispered sultrily as he wrapped his arms around the scarred man’s neck and captured his lips in a deep, wet kiss.

The tall man finally gave into the temptation before him, returning Iruka’s kiss with equal passion, even as he lowered them onto the bed. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.” the Hokage grumbled as he deftly began to strip the older man, only to be cut short before he even had Ibiki’s shirt all the way off.

“Are you sure about this?” the scarred man gritted out, “Because if you aren’t you’d best stop right there.”

“I wouldn’t have started if I wasn’t sure.” Iruka purred, “I’ve been watching you for years Ibiki . . . and I’m not the only one, Genma’s going to be so jealous that I got to you first.” he added with a leer. “Now . . . can I get back to what I was doing please?”

“No.” the interrogator stated impassively, “You’re taking way too long.” He quickly shed his clothes before rejoining Iruka on the bed, easily pinning the slighter man down and kissing him senseless while his hands roamed over all the smooth bronze flesh they could reach. He licked and nipped his way down the lithe form before suddenly swallowing the teacher’s erection to the root.

“Fuck, Ibiki.” the Rokudaime moaned as wet heat surrounded his throbbing length, groaning and arching when the interrogator’s tongue dipped into the sensitive slit. Iruka could only pant when the hot mouth moved to suckle his balls before flicking teasingly over his entrance. The scarred man found himself captivated by the way the puckered muscle fluttered under his tongue’s probing, as if it were torn between accepting or rejecting the intrusion.

The chocolate haired man gasped when two thick fingers worked their way inside him, scissoring and stretching before being joined by a third. “Hurry up.” the Hokage panted impatiently as he thrust back hard against the intrusion.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Ibiki rumbled as he continued to tease.

“You won’t . . . I’ve done this before.” Iruka managed to stammer, only to be met by a wicked smirk.

“I’m a lot bigger than Genma.” the scarred man pointed out, “Better safe than sorry.”

“Please,” the Rokudaime begged, “I want to feel you Ibiki, I’m ready, please.” The interrogator slid his fingers out and immediately began pushing the broad head of his dripping erection against the softened muscle until it finally slid inside, continuing the slow measured pace until his considerable length was buried balls deep in the smaller man.

“How’s that Iruka, can you feel me now?” Ibiki husked as he paused to give his Hokage time to recover.

“So full.” the lithe man moaned, “Please, I need you to move.”

The scarred man pulled back until just the head remained inside before beginning a series of shallow thrusts and gentle swirls that left Iruka frantically struggling for more contact.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” the Rokudaime growled demandingly, “I’m not made of glass.”

“Fine.” Ibiki grunted, slamming into the teacher with full strength, robbing him of the ability to speak as his prostate was pummeled with each forceful stroke. When a massive hand grasped his bobbing erection and began to stroke, Iruka keened his approval, thrashing his head from side to side as he shuddered under the dual assault before finally going rigid, all his muscles tightening impossibly as he shrieked Ibiki’s name, coating them both with his come.

Ibiki lifted the now lax Hokage, tilting bronze hips to deepen his penetration as he sped up his pace. “Gods, so good.” Iruka moaned, already hardening under such intense stimulation, “You’re going to make me come again if you keep that up.”

“I live to serve Hokage-sama.” the interrogator teased, delivering a series of short rapid thrusts directly to Iruka’s prostate, smiling as lust hazed brown eyes fluttered open and locked with his. “Back with us?” he queried playfully.

“Mmmhmm.” Iruka hummed in response as he began to forcefully thrust his hips up to meet the scarred man’s strokes, smiling in delight when Ibiki’s eyes finally fluttered closed and he let out a shuddering groan.

The interrogator knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he wrapped his hand around the smaller man’s erection, thumb rubbing in the sensitive slit with every pump of his hand until Iruka threw his head back and screamed his release. Ibiki thrust once more as deeply as he could and came with an ear-shattering roar, pumping his seed deep inside the Rokudaime’s clenching passage.

“I think I can taste that.” Iruka muttered dazedly, “Kakashi is a very lucky man.”

“Are you alright Iruka?” the scarred man asked anxiously, peering intently into unfocused eyes as he searched for any damage he might have inadvertently caused.

“Definitely more than alright.” the former teacher muttered, “I can’t wait to do that again.”

“We need to sleep.” Ibiki insisted, “It will be morning before you know it.” He carefully pulled out, rolling to his side and curling around the dazed Hokage protectively, gently stroking soft chocolate strands and placing a kiss on the top of Iruka’s head as his breathing slowed and he drifted into sleep.

The scarred man lay awake, carefully examining all that had occurred over the last few days, before finally abandoning his attempt to make sense of it all and shutting his eyes, eventually falling into a light doze as his mind refused to allow itself the respite of true sleep.

Clean, dressed, and his belly full, the copy-nin lazily trailed alongside his lover as they moved deeper into the underground complex. “Are you ready?” Orochimaru asked anxiously, “I need to make the switch soon . . .” he trailed off at the lost look in Kakashi’s mismatched eyes.

“Why does it matter what I think?” the jounin asked unexpectedly, “You’re the one that has to live in the body you choose.”

“I want you to desire me.” the snake summoner answered honestly, “I don’t think I could bare to be alone again.” He stopped outside an ordinary appearing door, swinging it open and urging the copy-nin inside before entering himself.