Fanning the Flames

Chapter Forty-Six

Jiraiya yawned widely as he opened the door, anxious to get into bed and catch up on his sleep. Ever since the messenger woke them with the news that Suki was in labor he'd been going non-stop. He jerked to a halt when he caught sight of the elaborately coiffed figure dressed in a kimono kneeling next to the kotatsu.

“I'm so glad you've returned Jiraiya-sama,” the heavily rouged lips whispered. “I've been waiting for you.”

The sannin's heart skipped a beat as the geisha gracefully rose and glided over. He allowed himself to be tugged over to the table and settled on a cushion. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Don't you remember? I promised you I'd dress up if you went with me to find Ibiki.”

“Itachi?” the sannin's shocked response hung in the air.

“Of course it's me, koi,” the Uchiha husked. “Don't you like me like this?” He spread his arms and slowly pivoted, giving the sage a good look.

“You look positively edible,” Jiraiya growled lustily. “Do I get to unwrap you now?”

“Of course not silly. Now I entertain you.” Itachi pulled out a yokobue, lifted it to his lips and began playing a haunting melody. The Otokage's eyes slipped shut and he swayed gently as he played, the kanzashi pinned in his hair tinkling a counterpoint.

“I had no idea you were so multi-talented, koi,” the sannin husked. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“The sharingan is good for copying a lot more than jutsu,” Itachi retorted smugly. “Why do you think senpai is such a good cook?”

“The brat can cook? He really is the perfect wife.” Jiraiya's mutterings were cut short by a hard fist to the chest.

“Be nice,” Itachi warned. “I don't want you getting off track and spoiling this.”

“No, I definitely don't want to spoil this,” the sannin agreed. He lounged against the cushions and watched the slender figure through hazy, heavy-lidded eyes. “Now what?”

“Now I continue entertaining you.” The Otokage knelt at his lover's feet and carefully began removing the sannin's clothes, stopping when his chest was bare to lick and nip at the ridges of muscle.

“Enough with this slow shit.” Jiraiya pulled the Uchiha up for a deep passionate kiss.

“Now you've smeared my make up. Naughty, naughty,” Itachi scolded, slithering off the older man's lap to kneel between his legs. “If you keep fighting me I'll think you don't want this.”

“Oh, I definitely want this.” The sannin's eyes rolled up in his head as the Otokage wrapped scarlet-painted lips around the head of his straining erection. Itachi used every bit of his experience, flicking his tongue around the head before diving down to the root and sucking fiercely.

A large hand found its way into elaborate inky coils, knocking loose the fragile ornaments. They dropped to the floor with a delicate chime as dark locks were worked loose to flow over creamy shoulders.

The feel of those powerful hands clenching and relaxing drove Itachi to new heights and he increased the pace, bobbing and sucking almost frantically as the powerful sannin twisted and writhed.

“Slow down,” Jiraiya muttered. “This isn't a race. We have all night. I want to properly appreciate this wonderful gift you're giving me.”

The bobbing slowed, then stopped altogether. After a long pause Itachi lifted his head and turned blind eyes on his lover. “Is this not alright?”

“It's more than alright,” the sannin growled lustily. “I just don't want it to be over too quickly. I can't remember the last time I was this eager to bed someone.”

“I'm flattered. Jiraiya-sama.” Sooty lashes brushed flushed cheeks. “I was afraid this might seem ridiculous to a man such as yourself.”

“You will never seem ridiculous to me,” the sage assured him. Large fingers expertly captured the fine-boned face. “You know you're very beautiful.”

“I'm a man. Men aren't beautiful.”

“I beg to differ.” Jiraiya twisted his wrist, studying the captive features closely. “You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever known. Definitely more beautiful than any woman I've ever been involved with.”

“That's hard to believe coming from the man who wrote the Icha Icha series,” Itachi teased. “Your heroines are always described as walking perfection.”

“That's because I hadn't met you when I wrote them. Now no one else even comes close.”

“That's very sweet of you. I'm sure that silver tongue of yours is what inspired the series in the first place.” Itachi slipped out of the sannin's grasp and leaned forward to press their lips back together. “I think it's time for you to stop stalling,” he muttered when they parted for air.

Jiraiya gasped when the Uchiha suddenly swung up into his lap and impaled himself in one swift motion. “You'll hurt yourself,” the sannin fretted. “I didn't even prepare you yet.”

“I'm not made of glass, saia.” Jiraiya looked up to meet his lover's broad smirk. “Besides, I anticipated how this evening would progress. I just short cut things a bit for your enjoyment.”

“But what about you? Surely you deserve pleasure too,” the sannin insisted.

“I assure you this is extraordinarily pleasurable,” Itachi assured him with a chuckle. “At least, it would be if you'd hurry up and move.”

Jiraiya slid his hands inside the elaborate kimono, gently parting it to rub his hands over all the smooth creamy flesh he could reach. He slid the heavy fabric off broad shoulders, picking up the pace as his lover's body was revealed to his hungry gaze. “This is enticing I must admit,” he gritted out. “But not nearly enticing as you are unclothed. I don't need a fake female to enrapture me, koi. You have me harder than I've been in years with no illusions involved.”

“So you're over your inhibitions when it comes to sleeping with another man?” the Otokage asked huskily.

“I have no inhibitions when it comes to you,” Jiraiya whispered back. He pistoned his hips, twisting them slightly until he found the spot that made his lover let out a high wavering cry. Then he proceeded to pummel it mercilessly, reaching around and wrapping a calloused hand around his lover's bobbing erection.

Itachi squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, his long hair tickling across the sannin's thighs as he clenched around the thick length impaling him. “Mmmm, do that again. Right there.”

Jiraiya didn't comply, lifting the Otokage off his erection and dropping him face down on the bed. He buried his fingers in the silky flesh of the Uchiha's hips and buried himself in one smooth stroke, thrusting frantically several times before coming hard deep inside his lover.

“I'm sorry, koishii. That didn't last nearly as long as I would have liked,” the exhausted sannin whispered. He pulled out with a shiver and rolled on his side, pulling the younger man close to cuddle.

“Would you like more?” Itachi asked almost warily.

“I can never have enough of you,” he murmured in response, arm flung over his eyes as his heart slowed.

“Well, then why don't you let me see what I can do about that?” The Otokage slid down to his lover's waist, nuzzling the satiny skin of his cock before sucking one of the sannin's balls into his mouth. He sucked and swirled, noting with satisfaction the instant renewal of Jiraiya's erection. You're going to love this, he thought wickedly as he slid an oily finger deep inside the older man, twisting and retreating as he spread the slick substance.

Itachi opened his mouth wider, sweeping the sannin's other ball into his mouth to roll them together and adding a second slippery digit. The larger man winced and tried to pull away, only to lapse into a surprised squeal when one of the intruding fingers bumped his prostate.

“Do that again,” he begged, pushing back on the slender fingers greedily.

“Do you mean this?” The Otokage chuckled, a smile lighting his face as he rubbed the bundle of nerves firmly and Jiraiya let loose a husky moan. He proceeded to torment the spot, rubbing and prodding it as he stretched and oiled the passage for what was to come.

By the time he removed his fingers the older man was humping his hand almost frantically. “Don't leave me like this,” he pleaded. “I'm as hard as diamonds. You have to finish me off.”

“Oh, I'm far from done with you,” Itachi whispered. He oiled his erection and slowly eased forward, shutting his eyes and digging his fingers into the bedding in an attempt to control his reaction as the head of his erection pushed through the quivering ring. “Oh kami that's good.” He dropped his head to rest between the sannin's shoulder blades, breathing deeply as they both adjusted to the reversal of roles.

“Please move.” Jiraiya's voice broke the glamour holding them frozen in the moment and Itachi pushed inside with a sharp snap of his hips. He immediately set a punishing pace, driving into the larger man with as much force as he could muster.

The sannin began to buck and moan, pushing back onto the thick length until he suddenly went taut, every muscle tensing as he shot he load into the sheets with a guttural moan of Itachi's name.

The heady sensation of being the first to enjoy the sannin in such a fashion, coupled with the almost blinding sensation of the heated passage around him, had Itachi following him almost immediately. The Uchiha was blind, deaf and dumb as his orgasm raced through him, leaving him spent and panting to collapse on Jiraiya's substantial form.

“Was that alright?” he finally managed to gasp, blind eyes searching the sannin's face for any indication of unease or deception.

“You surprised me,” Jiraiya admitted. “I wouldn't have agreed otherwise, though, so I'm glad you did. As long as it's with you, I guess I don't mind.”