Fanning the Flames

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Kakashi shifted restlessly in the too large bed. For all his protestations of smothering, he certainly would have appreciated someone to lean on at that moment. Don't be a baby, he chided himself. What I need to do is relax and put all these lies out of my head.

Easier said than done, he decided after twenty minutes of restless fidgeting. Maybe I should just get cleaned up before Ibiki gets back. The copy-nin wandered aimlessly into the large bathroom, slipping into the furo and settling back with a sigh.

Ibiki reappeared in the now empty bedroom, pursing his lips in frustration when he realized his husband was not still curled up comfortably in bed. “Can I have a word with you?” Kurenai's voice cut into his contemplation.

“Sure. Do you know where 'kashi is?” the interrogator replied absently.

“He was here half an hour ago.” The kunoichi shifted uncomfortably before continuing. “He had a visitor while you were gone. A man with green hair. I don't know exactly what he said, but when I walked in he was calling 'shi-kun a bitch.”

“Excuse me?” Ibiki pivoted to face the dark haired woman, eyes pinning her as he shifted into interrogation mode. “Did you say green hair?”

“Yes, green hair. 'shi-kun told me not to worry about it, but I'm pretty sure he was upset. You need to go reassure him.”

“I don't know where he is.” The scarred man ran a hand over his face, composing his thoughts before continuing. “Did he give you any idea of where he was going Kurenai?”

“He told me he was going to wait in bed for you to get back. He wanted you to have dinner together,” the kunoichi remarked with a frown.

“I'm going to go track him down,” Ibiki decided. “Thanks for letting me know what happened. I'd hate to walk in on something unprepared.” He thought for only a moment, then, knowing the copy-nin, headed for the bath.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he whispered when he slipped into the furo behind the dozing jounin. “Enjoying your soak?”

“I needed to get out of that room,” Kakashi countered. “How's Itachi doing?”

“He's fine, so's the baby,” the interrogator replied. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

“You talked to Kurenai, didn't you?” the copy-nin muttered.

“She mentioned you had a visitor. Anyone I know?”

“Kisame's lover came to visit.” The lanky jounin stared pensively at the still surface of the water, moving his hand and focusing on the tiny ripples spreading across the surface.

“And?” Ibiki prodded.

“He told me a bunch of lies trying to get me pissed off,” Kakashi admitted. “I sent him packing though.”

“What kind of lies 'kashi?” the scarred man asked as he pulled his husband close, cradling him in his arms as he nuzzled the tattoo on the side of his throat.

“Nothing important,” the copy-nin whispered. “Let's just enjoy our time together. Are you hungry?”

“None of that.” A large hand grasped the jounin's chin, turning him to meet Ibiki's unreadable eyes. “What did he say to you?”

“He tried to convince me that Minato-sensei was actually Jiraiya's son and that they purposefully kept it from me.” the pale nin reluctantly admitted. “He even showed me a birth certificate.”

“I'm going to drag the old hermit back here and get to the bottom of this.” the interrogator glowered ominously as he stepped out of the tub, roughly toweling himself and dressing before his husband had a chance to protest.

He reappeared five minutes later with an angry sannin in tow. “What in Kami's name is so important that you needed to drag me here like this brat?” Jiraiya barked. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Shut up old man,” Ibiki growled. “Kakashi needs answers and you are going to provide them.”

“All right, don't get your panties in a bunch,” the white-maned man grumbled. “Yes, I'm sleeping with Itachi, happy brat?”

“Not particularly,” the copy-nin replied. “I actually wanted to ask you about this birth certificate.” He handed the incriminating paper to the sage and waited placidly for some sort of reaction.

“Where did you get this?” Jiraiya asked.

“You knew about it then?” Kakashi continued placidly.

“Well, yes,” the sannin reluctantly admitted. “We had a brief fling. I wasn't the husbandly type though. The last thing I wanted was the responsibility of raising a child. I paid her off, she gave Minato her name, end of story.”

“Did he know?” the copy-nin asked in a small, uncertain voice.

“He found out when he was a teenager.” Jiraiya pursed his lips and shuffled his feet, hesitating for a long moment before going on. “He told me he hated me. It was hard for him growing up without a father. I think that's why he cared so much for you brat.”

“Did he?” Kakashi murmured cryptically.

“Of course he did,” the sage retorted. “He took you into his home, didn't he?”

“It was the easiest way to keep an eye on me.” The sullen response shocked both men. “That's not the same thing as caring.”

“Jiraiya, why don't you head back to Itachi,” Ibiki suggested. “I'll stop by and check on you both in a few days.”

Once they were alone the interrogator quickly stripped and slid back into the furo. “Sweetheart, I know it's upsetting. Still, it doesn't change anything. Let's just relax and enjoy our time together.” He pulled the silver-haired man close and captured his mouth in a demanding kiss. “I think you need a little distraction.”

Ibiki lifted his husband and carefully positioned him on the edge of the tub, slipping in between spread legs. The copy-nin couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through him when strong calloused hands slid up his inner thighs, kneading and stroking the sensitive flesh. The interrogator slowly bent his head, placing a tender kiss on the younger man's bobbing erection before sliding lower, laving the wrinkled sac with his tongue before finally reaching his destination.

The scarred man coaxed his husband to lie back, lifting long legs onto his shoulders and then swiping his tongue over the fluttering pink ring. Kakashi let out a strangled gasp, pushing into the sensation as Ibiki began to tease him in earnest, eventually working his tongue through the tight pucker. A thick finger joined the slippery muscle and the copy-nin arched and moaned as he was gradually spread wide.

Ibiki added a third finger, effectively distracting his husband from the burning stretch by swallowing his twitching erection to the root. He bobbed and hummed, working his fingers in and out of Kakashi's tight passage. He crooked his fingers and raked them over the silver-haired man's prostate, smirking around his mouthful when long legs tightened around his neck. Heartened by the reaction he redoubled his efforts, making sure to target his husband's prostate on every thrust.

The scarred man began to growl passionately as the sight of all the pale perfect flesh writhing under his touch, and the sound spurred Kakashi on, vibrating through his sensitive flesh and sending frissons of electricity shooting through him. When teeth gently scraped over the throbbing length the copy-nin's entire body went rigid and he came with a startled shriek, shooting streams of cum down Ibiki's throat.

“Yummy, that was fun,” the interrogator husked when he raised his head.

“You have cum on your mouth,” the silver-haired man mumbled as he leaned forward, wrapping a hand behind his husband's head and pulling his in for a long, thorough kiss. “What was that all about?”

“You were upset. I don't like it when you're upset,” Ibiki admitted with a shrug. “Besides, I miss having you in my bed. It's hard only seeing you every third week.”

“I miss you too,” the copy-nin whispered. “I'd much rather have you here all the time.”

“I know sweetheart, but Konoha needs me.” The interrogator stared at the floor intently, refusing to meet his husband's eyes as he pondered his next words. “I was thinking perhaps it was time to retire. Then we could spend more time together. Besides, you'll need help with two kids at home.”

“But, you love your job,” Kakashi protested.

“I love you more.”

“You surprised me with that one, I must admit,” the copy-nin hedged. “Let's sleep on it and we'll discuss it in the morning. Come on,” he offered, extending his hand, “let's go get something to eat, I'm starving.” He hurried out of the bath, anxious to distract Ibiki from any in-depth discussion of future plans until he had a clearer idea of what his motivations were, Zetsu's words suddenly ringing in his brain.