Into the Fire

Chapter Thirty

“As if I’d let you back out now.” Genma rasped, “If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to knock you down and take what I want.”

“Pushy, pushy.” the interrogator laughed, “Not that you’d get very far against me . . . but it’s an interesting thought.”

“You’d be surprised what I can do.” the honey-haired man said, trailing off into a guttural moan as his prostate was targeted.

“Iruka,” Ibiki singsonged, “Lie down on the bed for me.” He helped shift the slender man, carefully arranging him on the sheets, legs splayed wide, before grabbing his startled lover and settling him gently in the cradle of the Hokage’s hips. “Fill him Genma. I want to see how you get him to make those wonderful noises.” the interrogator husked urgently as he leaned in to nip at the honey-haired man’s neck.

Ever so slowly the senbon sucker inched inside the hot furnace of his lover’s body, eventually coming to a stop pressed tight against slick bronze flesh. Before he even had a chance to adjust, Genma felt large hands spread him wide as Ibiki’s thick cock slowly filled him, and filled him . . . and filled him. “Jesus, you really are huge.” he choked out as he was stretched far more than he had ever been before.

“Not really.” the scarred man gritted out as he fought the urge to just thrust in to the hilt, “Kashi’s just as big.”

“You’re not helping if you’re trying to talk me out of that foursome . . . no wonder Orochimaru doesn’t want to let him go.” Genma mused, instantly regretting it when Ibiki immediately started to retreat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” he demurred, “Please don’t leave me hanging like this.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” the big man growled before slamming back in to the hilt, causing both men below him to let out wanton moans.

“Oh gods,” Iruka grunted, “He pushes you so deep inside me Gen, you wouldn’t believe how good it feels.”

“Uhnnnnn.” was the snappiest retort the senbon sucker could manage, so overwhelmed was he by the dual sensation of filling and being filled. Every snap of Ibiki’s hips sent electric fire racing up his spine, even as it thrust him balls deep inside his longtime lover’s clenching passage.

When both men below him were close the interrogator stopped, easily pinning them in place as he teased Genma with series of shallow thrusts that had them both begging for more. “What was that?” the scarred man responded playfully, “Did you say stop?”

“No, no, no, nooooooooo.” the honey-haired man wailed, “Please oh please.”

“Please what Genma?” the torture master asked seriously, “Please stop now?”

“Hurry up and fuck him Ibiki.” Iruka managed to grunt, “Or I’m going to take matters into my own hands.”

“Oh really,” the scarred man replied with an easy smile, “and how were you planning to do that.”

“Like this.” the Hokage muttered as he somehow managed to gain the leverage to roll all three of them over so Ibiki was now on the bottom of the pile. “There you go Gen, make me feel it.” he gritted out, morphing into a deep sensuous moan when his lover did just that.

Genma was in heaven, thrusting up into Iruka, then back onto the hard length piercing him until the interrogator’s hand managed to wrap around the teacher’s weeping erection. After only a few rough strokes the Rokudaime keened his approval as he came hard.

Ibiki saw his opportunity, hammering up into the senbon sucker until he, too, let out a roar, clenching and writhing around the massive erection still pounding into him. Only then did the scarred man let go, sending Genma into yet another series of shuddering climaxes as hot seed poured out against his prostate.

“Oh gods that was good.” the honey-haired man gasped as soon as he regained his voice, “Why haven’t we done this before?”

“We never had the opportunity.” Iruka mumbled sleepily in reply, “Love you Gen.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” Genma replied sweetly as he kissed his partner before turning his head slightly, “Thank you for an earth shattering experience Ibiki . . . feel free to join us anytime.” he quipped with a broad smile.

“Sleep.” the interrogator husked as he slipped out of the bed, leaving the lovers comfortably curled in each other’s arms, “I’ll see you later.”

“You’re not staying?” the Hokage questioned sleepily as he snuggled deeper into Genma’s embrace.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow.” the scarred man rumbled as he quickly pulled on his clothes, bending to place a tender kiss on each man’s forehead before making the hand signs and jutsuing home.

“Orochimaru-sama,” the servant began as soon as he entered, “Uchiha Itachi and a companion are here to see you.”

“A companion?” the snake summoner mused, “Do you know who that might be koishii?”

“Probably Kisame.” Kakashi decided after a moment’s thought, “They were together the last time I encountered Itachi.”

“You’ve seen him recently then?” the sannin queried, “When was that?”

“We had a little run in a few years ago, before Sandaime’s passing.” the copy-nin answered reluctantly, “I’m embarrassed to say he caught me off guard and trapped me with his sharingan.”

“Did he hurt you?” Orochimaru hissed angrily.

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter.” the jounin insisted, “We were on opposing sides . . . it’s the ninja way.”

The snake summoner once again cursed the system they were born into. If only we weren’t ninja, he thought, although not for the first time, then Kakashi wouldn’t have suffered so. “I’m saddened at the thought of you in pain, pretty.” he finally husked, “I wish I could go back and prevent it.”

“That’s very sweet of you.” the copy-nin replied with a kiss, “But I wouldn’t be the same person without my experiences . . . I probably wouldn’t even give you a chance.” he joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Send him in.” Orochimaru finally hissed, wrapping a protective arm around Kakashi and pulling him close as the doors swung wide.

“Orochimaru-sama, Kakashi-san, how nice to see you.” Kisame greeted them as he entered, carefully leading Itachi by the elbow.

“You sent for me?” Itachi whispered raggedly before pressing both hands to his head and dropping to his knees.

“Is it bad ‘tachi?” the swordsman muttered as he knelt beside his companion and stroked his back reassuringly.

“What’s wrong with him?” the copy-nin asked, concerned eyes tracing over the Uchiha’s huddled form.

“It’s his eyes . . . a side effect of the mangekyou sharingan.” Kisame answered softly, “He’s lost his sight already, and still the headaches continue.”

“Kakashi-sempai?” Itachi asked curiously, “What are you doing here?”

“He is my companion.” the sannin declared imperiously, “Where else would he be?”

“Be nice koi.” the copy-nin warned, “Kabuto kidnapped me ‘tachi, he brought me here and Oro-sama saved me from him. Now, I choose to stay.”

“Why did you call me here?” the Uchiha gritted out, “Travel is . . . difficult for me now. Everything is difficult for me now.” he concluded wistfully.

“The three of us have much in common.” Kakashi began thoughtfully, “I know about Sandaime . . . and what happened to your clan.” He paused when the dark haired man grew rigid, turning sightless eyes in his direction and hissing out an angry warning. “Orochimaru and I were also targets of Sarutobi’s attention.” he plunged ahead, “And, unlike the two of you, he also shared me with others . . . and had Tsunade continue to do the same thing. I just hoped . . .”

“Hoped what sempai?” Itachi asked hollowly.

“Hoped you could help us . . . that we could help you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what was going on, I know you tried to talk to me . . . I was too closed off to listen and I am truly sorry for that. I wish to ease your pain now, if I can.” The copy-nin implored.

“It’s a bit late for healing don’t you think?” the Uchiha stated, pinning the lanky man with sightless eyes, “Now revenge . . . that’s something I could support.”

“Who would we target?” Kakashi asked quietly, “Sandaime and Tsunade are both dead . . . I refuse to punish the entire village for the actions of a few.”

“How about everyone who knew and did nothing to stop it?” Itachi suggested, “They’re just as guilty.”

“Then you might as well start with us.” the copy-nin declared, “We both knew what was happening . . . although I have to admit I thought I was the only one, yet I still did nothing.”

“Sniping at each other won’t help anyone.” the sannin declared, “Why don’t we all get comfortable . . . then we can try and come up with a plan that will satisfy everyone.”