Fanning the Flames

I know this one has taken forever - I've been frightfully busy. To make it up to you, there's a lemon here - and in the next chapter which should be out tomorrow! Enjoy ;)


Chapter Forty-Five

“We need to talk.” Asuma's brusque tone left no room for argument.

“About what?” Iruka asked suspiciously.

“You, Ibiki, Hatake, me . . . Kurenai is on the warpath. What were you thinking taking Hatake's kid? Do you have a death wish?”

“He's alone and sick, with another child on the way. You don't honestly think he can take care of a newborn baby by himself do you?”

“I think you should have waited until he asked for help,” Asuma decided with a heavy sigh. He lit a cigarette and paced for a few minutes. “Okay, what we need is a plan to get Hatake to forgive you. Then Kureni will forgive you and life can go back to normal.”

“Your problems with your wife are your concern, not mine,” the Hokage insisted. “I'm not going to run my life around what she wants.”

“Maybe you should consider it. The council all love Kurenai and right now she thinks of you as a baby thief. Damage control really needs to be on your list of priorities.”

“It's going to be alright,” Genma interrupted from the doorway. “Hatake's agreed to see you in a few days, Ru. Until then, no contact. Please don't make this worse.”

“How could it possibly be worse?” Iruka tapped him fingers on his leg, eyebrows drawn down in a deep frown. “I should never have let you give Obito back before we had a plan.”

“Listen to yourself,” the senbon-sucker begged. “What in kami's name are you thinking? You aren't acting like yourself at all.”

“Speaking of acting like yourself. Where the hell were you last night? I was worried sick.”

“I stayed with Gai. I was too angry with you to go home. I didn't want to argue.”

“And, of course, we're not arguing now, are we?” Iruka demanded, hands on his hips as he ramped up into full lecture mode. “Honestly, you act like a two year old sometimes. Everyone knows you can't fix anything if you avoid the situation.”

“Both of you stop it,” Asuma barked. “It's like dealing with the twins trying to talk to you two. Iruka, I'm begging you. Leave Hatake alone. Apologize, make amends. Do whatever it takes to get him to forgive you. I guarantee the council won't support a Hokage who turns the last Hatake against the village.”

“Not to mention the fact that Ibiki will eventually remember everything. Then he'll kill you, if Hatake already hasn't.” Genma's helpful addition brought a thoughtful look to his husband's face that sent a chill through the senbon-sucker. “What are you plotting, Ru? Please don't tell me you're going to do something to Ibiki.”

“I was just going to go have a chat with my chief interrogator. Let him know how distressed I am that he's in the hospital. I know he's going to be released in a few days. If I can get him to come and stay here it may be easier to convince Kakashi to move in as well.”

“You will not,” Genma snapped. “The last thing we need is to get between the two of them. We'll both end up dead. Honestly Ru, you may be Hokage, but you know you're no match for either of them.”

“I'm not trying to come between anyone,” Iruka stubbornly insisted. “I'm merely trying to watch out over the physical and emotional well-being of two very important shinobi. If we all become 'close' maybe we can work out a group custody and living arrangement that will suit everyone.”

“Absolutely not,” Genma and Asuma shouted simultaneously. “That would send a horrible message to the other villages, having our Hokage involved in some sort of free fall multiple marriage,” the bearded jounin scolded. “You have a position to uphold. Remember how you got your job in the first place. Fuck with Hatake at your own peril.”

“I don't want them here, Ru. We need time alone to make this right,” Genma argued. “If they move in here I'll move out. Do you really want our time together to end like this?”

“What do you mean end?” the Rokudaime demanded. “You can't leave me. We're married, you can't just walk out, and I'm not giving you a divorce.” The former teacher folded his arms across his chest and set his jaw stubbornly.

“Asuma leave,” the normally cheerful senbon sucker gritted out. “I need to have a private talk with my husband.”

“Why don't I wait here while you two take your talk into the bedroom,” Asuma suggested as he lit another cigarette. “That way I'll be here in case things get out of hand.”

Genma merely shrugged and headed into the bedroom, rounding on his husband as soon as the door was shut. “I can't believe you. I thought you were a better man than your father.”

“That's a low blow Shiranui.”

“So's stealing another man's child,” the senbon sucker hissed back. “It's time you faced the truth of what you did, Ru. If you were anyone else you'd be in jail right now. Despite that Hatake has agreed to help us.”

“Help us how?” Iruka asked. “What can he possibly do for me?”

“He can help us have a baby of our own. You can even carry it if you like. That's what he wants to talk to us about. We're going to go ahead with the pre-natal paternity test, too. It's driving Kakashi crazy not knowing.”

“A baby of our own,” the Hokage whispered. “We can have a child? I can have a child?”

“Is that what you want, Ru?” his husband whispered. “I just want you to be happy so we can go back to the way we were.”

“It will never be the same if we have a baby.” Iruka warned him. “Our child would always come first. Could you stand that?”

“Of course,” the honey haired man chuckled warmly. “You act like I'm a child hating ogre or something. I'm the same man I've always been. I take it you like the idea of having my child?”

“I think it's a marvelous idea,” Iruka breathed as he closed the distance between them. He pressed his lips to his husband's in a deep devouring kiss, nipping at the slightly chapped pair until they parted to grant his tongue entry.

Four talented hands made quick work of their clothes and the Hokage soon found himself pressed against the wall as Genma's hands stroked over all the bronze skin they could reach. He pressed his body to the teacher’s, reveling in the slide of skin against skin as he took his husband’s mouth in a deep kiss.

He broke away to slide further down, nipping and sucking dusky nipples before dipping his tongue into a tempting naval. The senbon sucker trailed kisses across the taut abdomen, stopping to trace the arch of a jutting hipbone.

“Now, now, time to stop stalling,” Iruka murmured. “I believe you need to to ravish me. Better get started or I’ll do you first.”

Before the words were even out of his mouth his cock was swallowed to the root and a slick finger was sliding inside to tease his prostate. The tokubetsu pulled back and smirked at the needy look on his beloved's face. “Oh, I’m going to ravish you all right, you’re going to need a week to recover.” Genma returned to the job at hand, adding a second finger as his hot mouth devoured the former teacher’s erection.

Then he was pulling his fingers away, leaving Iruka pleading for more. He lifted strong legs onto his shoulders and slid inside, both men moaning at the sensation. Genma immediately began to move. He was bewitched by the emotions on his husband’s face and the sounds flowing from his lips. His favorite by far was the throaty call of his name when the Hokage’s prostate was struck.

So enraptured was the senbon sucker, that he didn’t realize how close his lover was until Iruka came with a shriek. The fierce clench of his husband's inner walls sent him rocketing over the edge, spraying his seed deep inside his husband with a primal roar.

He was shocked when he was suddenly flipped onto his back, the teacher leaning over him with a feral smirk. “My turn,” he husked. Iruka showered the tokubetsu with tender kisses before delving deep into his willing mouth, reveling in the sweetness he found there. He spun on the rapidly hardening length impaling him, leaving Genma with a mouth watering view of a strong back and pert buttocks. The senbon sucker shivered as a slick finger traced his entrance. Delving inside, the dual sensation of filling and being filled it caused had him rocking his hips up into the velvety clutch then back onto the digits preparing him.

When he deemed his husband ready Iruka lifted himself off Genma's erection and knelt, pulling the tokubetsu into his lap and wrapping strong legs around his waist. He slowly slid into the tight heat, clutching the senbon sucker tight as he devoured his mouth.

The hard length brushing Genma's prostate on every stroke coupled with the maddening sensation of his dripping length sliding against taut sweat slicked abs was too much. He fought, trying to hold out, but he came with a wail, thrashing his head from side to side as he sprayed hot come between them. Iruka thrust once more and climaxed with a shout of his husband’s name. They collapsed to the bed in a tangle of limbs, automatically realigning themselves to cuddle close, reveling in slow tender kisses and lazy strokes.

“So, am I coming back home?” Genma whispered when his breathing calmed. “I'd hate for that to be goodbye.”

“I don't want you to leave. We'll talk to Kakashi. A child of our own is more than I ever hoped for,” Iruka assured him sleepily.

Asuma smiled to himself when the sounds finally died out. Took them longer than I expected. When no new noises made their appearance he quietly gathered his things and headed for home, glad to have good new to report to his often critical wife. Maybe I should try Genma's approach, he thought with a smirk as he made the signs and disappeared.