Fanning the Flames

A/N - Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. Unfortunately the flu hit me hard just after Christmas and I'm only just now getting back up to speed. Hopefully I'm on the mend and there won't be any more long waits!


Chapter Twenty-Four

“Ru, I'm home,” the senbon-sucker called as soon as he reached their apartment. “Where are you?”

“How's Kakashi doing?” the Hokage asked as he strode into the room. “I've been worried about his blood pressure.”

“Hatake's doing just fine,” Genma sniffed. “You could at least say hello before you start grilling me about another man, you know.”

“Hi Gen.” Iruka smirked as he kissed his husband. “I promise if you get pregnant I'll always ask about you first.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” the honey-haired man grumbled. “You know if there was a way we could have a child of our own I would. There's no need for you to keep pointing out how amazing Kakashi is.”

“You're jealous,” the Rokudaime realized. “You do know you're being ridiculous, don't you?”

“What's so ridiculous about it?” The senbon-sucker thrust his chest out aggressively as he waited for his husband's answer.

“Because, silly, I've loved you since the day we met. We've stayed together through so much. You can't possibly believe I could prefer anyone to you, no matter what wonders they can perform.” Iruka leaned back and studied the honey-haired man's face closely, trying to read the emotions flitting behind guarded eyes.

“I know you love children.” Genma frowned expressively, shifting his senbon from side to side with a sigh. “I've always felt guilty about it. Being with me has kept you from having a child of your own.”

“Genma, koishii, I don't need anyone but you. I admit, I do love children. That doesn't mean I'd be willing to give up the love of my life for one. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, what if this baby's yours?”

“I haven't really allowed myself to think about that too much,” the honey-haired man admitted. “I hope it's Ibiki's actually, that would be best for everyone.”

“You're probably right,” Iruka agreed. “Still, it would be fun to have a child running around here. We certainly have the room.”

“I know it was hard for you to give up your classes. It was different when you were surrounded by kids all day long. Maybe we should try using a surrogate, like Kakashi and Itachi,” Genma suggested. “We could have as many kids as you wanted.”

“What do you want though?” the Hokage pressed. “You've never seemed interested in children before.”

“It wasn't a possibility before,” the senbon-sucker said with a shrug. “Why on earth would I bring up something that could only upset you?”

“I don't like hearing that you're afraid to bring things up with me,” the former teacher decided. “Am I really so horrible?”

“Actually, I think you're kind of cute, especially when you're angry.” Genma's mouth quirked into a genuine smile as he reached out and tapped his husband on the nose. “Your scar gets white and the rest of you blushes the most beautiful rosy red.”

“Stop that,” Iruka grumbled as he batted the honey-haired man's hand away. “I'm being serious.”

“So am I,” the senbon-sucker insisted. “I love how fierce you are, and I like it when you push me around. It shows me that you love me.”

“Well, obviously I haven't been showing you how special you are. I know I've been preoccupied a lot since I took office. Don't try and deny it,” Iruka insisted, “otherwise you wouldn't be having these kinds of doubts. The last thing I want to do is let the pressures of my job come between us. I think it's time for me to remind you of just how important you really are.”

The Rokudaime pulled the tie out of his hair with one hand as he twined the fingers of his other with Genma's, gently tugging the bemused tokubetsu into the bedroom. “Are you with me Gen?” he husked.

“Always Ru, you know that,” the senbon-sucker insisted.

With that Iruka began shedding his clothing, until he was sprawled naked across their bed staring up at the senbon-sucker through lust hazed eyes. “Hurry up slow poke.” he teased, watching hungrily as more and more of Genma's tempting caramel flesh was revealed.

“So impatient.” was the growled response as the tokubetsu finally stepped free of his pants, “Haven’t you heard of savoring the moment?”

“Mmm hmm,” the Hokage hummed blithely, “we just haven’t gotten to the moment I want to savor yet.”

“I see,” the honey-haired man replied as he crawled onto the bed. “You’ll let me know when we get there then?”

“But of course.” Iruka smiled as he handed his husband the open tube of lube.

“Pushy aren’t we,” Genma chuckled. “I should make you wait just to teach you patience.”

“Now, now,” the teacher soothed, “no need to be rash, you said you liked me pushy. Besides, just because I’m in a hurry to have you inside me. . .” he trailed off with a groan as a slick finger probed his pucker.

“Is this what you want?” the honey-haired man asked as a second finger slowly pushed through the tight ring of muscle.

“I want everything you’ve got.” The sultry reply trailed off to a choked gasp as Genma crooked his fingers, scraping them across his husband's prostate before leaning in and capturing his tempting open mouth in a deep passionate kiss.

“Do that again,” the Hokage gasped when the kiss finally broke. “Please, I need you.” He wiggled his hips impatiently as he wrapped a bronze leg around the senbon-sucker’s waist.

“I don’t know,” Genma said calmly. “Maybe I should bring you up to date on Hatake's condition first.” His mild teasing saw the end of Iruka’s patience. The tokubetsu grunted in surprise when the younger man flipped them easily.

“I think you’re mistaking me for someone who wants to have a conversation,” Iruka growled. “Less talking and more fucking.” With that strong legs flexed and he began to gracefully slide down Genma's dripping erection until he was fully impaled on the thick length, leaving the normally cocky senbon-sucker mute in the face of the clenching heat wrapped around him.

“This is the part,” the Rokudaime grunted, “I wanted to savor.” His voice trailed off to a trembling moan when a hand wrapped around his bobbing erection and began to stroke it firmly, throwing back his head and hissing his pleasure.

Iruka continued his measured rise and fall. He leaned back with a purr, long hair tickling his husband's thighs, pulling a ragged groan out of the tokubetsu. “You'll be the death of me yet.” the senbon-sucker whispered as he watched the swaying figure through half lidded eyes.

“I certainly hope not,” the Hokage retorted. “I'm not done with you.”

“Good, I'm not ready to be discarded.” Genma rocked up hard into the clutching heat, eyes focused on his husband’s face, mesmerized by the emotions he found there.

The teacher dipped his head and kissed his husband deeply. When they broke apart he ghosted kisses across a sharp cheekbone to husk one word in a delicate ear, “Mine.”

When a thumb dipped into his slit the sensation was too much and the Rokudaime came, hot seed splashing onto his chest as he jerked and shuddered, moaning his husband’s name.

The tokubetsu was not far behind, unable to hold off as Iruka clenched and twisted around him as he rode out his orgasm. The senbon-sucker thrust once more and came hard, howling his pleasure as he shot blast after blast of come directly into his husband’s prostate.

Iruka snuggled comfortably on the older man with a sigh. “Love you Gen-chan.” he whispered, curling into the warmth of his broad chest.

“I love you too, Ru,” the honey-haired man murmured. “I'm sorry for doubting you.”

“Just don't do it again,” the Hokage declared, ending in a loud yawn. “Let's go out for dinner, I'm in the mood for ramen.”

“You're always in the mood for ramen,” the honey-haired man retorted. “Why don't we try something new?”

“And what, exactly, did you have in mind?”

“We could try that new place, over by the gate,” Genma continued eagerly. “I hear they do a mean beef pot.”

“They're usually so busy,” Iruka fretted. “I'd hate to get all excited about it and then not be able to get in.”

“You're the Hokage, Ru,” the senbon-sucker pointed out. “I'm pretty sure you can get a table anywhere in the village, anytime you want.”

“But that's not fair, throwing my weight around like that,” the former teacher insisted. “What about all the people who made a reservation and waited their turn?”

“You are just too nice for your own good,” Genma teased. “Maybe we should have some kids. That would wear the nice out of you soon enough.”

“We'll talk about it later,” Iruka mumbled. “Right now I just want to rest for a moment.”

“Take all the time you want,” his husband whispered back. “You're the one that wanted to eat. I'm happy right where I am.”