Fanning the Flames

Chapter Five

Ibiki bustled around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a simple meal before piling the dishes on a tray and heading for the bedroom. “This is ridiculous.” the copy-nin protested when he was gently stripped and tucked into bed, “I'm fine, really.”

“I want to pamper you sweetheart, humor me.” the interrogator assured him as he settled the tray carefully on the bed and proceeded to undress, “Besides, I can't think of anything I like more than just spending time with you.”

The scarred man dropped the last of his clothes in a heap and slipped under the bed covers, immediately pulling his husband closer until the copy-nin was nestled cozily in his arms. “Here, try the onigiri.” Ibiki insisted, “I made it myself.”

“It's rice and nori . . . hardly a culinary challenge.” the silver-haired man teased as he took a bite.

“Still, it's a lot more than I usually attempt.” the tall man admitted, “I leave too many of the chores for you to take care of, I know. If you show me how I'll be glad to help out more.”

“You're doing plenty.” Kakashi assured him, “Your duties are very demanding . . . taking care of the house is the least I can do.”

“That's a lovely thought, really,” the interrogator declared, “but not at all fair to you. I need to start pulling more of my weight around here. After all, it won't be long until we have a child living with us . . . if nothing else I'll need to set a responsible example.”

“You don't mind?” the silver-haired man asked worriedly.

“Not if you can manage to choke down what I prepare.” Ibiki chuckled.

“No . . . I meant you don't mind my bringing another man's child into our home?” the copy-nin clarified seriously, “I want to be sure you've thought it through. A Hatake with the sharingan . . . people will know it's not yours.”

“Sweetheart, we're both men.” the interrogator reassured him, “Of course it couldn't be mine. Everyone knows the strong bloodlines are encouraged to reproduce. Besides, I don't care what anyone says, how could I not love a child of yours?”

“I don't even understand why you love me.” Kakashi whispered, “Chouza's right, I'm nothing but a detriment.”

“Chouza's a fool . . . and if you'd stayed you would have heard the other council members defending you. He apparently has a problem with same sex relationships. I imagine he may have to go through Gai's sensitivity class after his outburst today. No matter what he personally believes the village won't tolerate that kind of bigotry any longer.” Ibiki retorted vehemently, “Besides, when have you ever cared about what other people think?”

“I've always cared . . . I just learned not to show it.” the silver-haired man admitted ruefully, “Ever since I was a child people have said nasty things about me . . . I suppose I should be used to it, but it still hurts.”

“Of course it does.” the interrogator replied soothingly, “You wouldn't be human if it didn't. You're not alone now though, you need to remember I'm always on your side.”

“Why are you so good to me?” the copy-nin whispered.

“Because I'm hopelessly in love with you.” the scarred man retorted with a smile, “I have the tattoo to prove it. I think I need to remind you just how special you are to me.”

“And exactly how were you planning on doing that?” Kakashi retorted with a small smile.

Ibiki picked up the tray and dropped it on the floor, pulling his husband on top of him and pressing their lips together in a sweet searching kiss. When they finally pulled apart he rumbled, “Make love to me sweetheart, you're the only one I've ever wanted.”

“How can I argue with such a wonderful offer.” the copy-nin replied with a leer, dropping his head to kiss his husband more thoroughly, tongue sweeping inside and claiming every inch of the larger man's mouth as nimble hands gently stroked up and down the sensitive scar tissue that wrapped around the interrogator's chest and sides.

“I love your scars.” Kakashi panted when he finally pulled back from the kiss, immediately sliding further down the bed so he could prove it, tracing the twisted ribbons of darker puckered flesh with his fingers and tongue, stopping occasionally to pay extra attention to any spot that drew a gasp or a whimper.

By the time he reached Ibiki's naval the scarred man was covered with a slick sheen of sweat, and the stoic expression he usually hid behind had dropped, allowing his lover to see exactly how much he was enjoying the attention.

“This one's my favorite.” the copy-nin rasped, tongue tickling over the twisted seam where Ibiki's left testicle used to be, “You were so very very brave . . . “ he cooed before sucking the wrinkled sac into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as he hummed his pleasure. “You taste so good . . . masculine and sexy, I can never get enough.”

The interrogator gasped at the sensation, tossing his head back and letting out a deep growling moan. “Like that do you?” the silver-haired man teased, “Then you should love this.”
Kakashi dragged his tongue up the length of the scarred man's impressive erection, dipping his tongue into the slit and eagerly capturing the welling drops of precum.

“Please, don't stop.” Ibiki pleaded as he tried to push up into the sensation, only to find himself pinned down by surprisingly strong hands.

“Silly man, I have no intention of stopping.” the copy-nin chuckled before slowly engulfing the interrogator's cock. Ever so gradually he slid further down, repressing his gag reflex to slide the shaft deep into his throat. The silver haired man hummed happily, channeling chakra to his tongue and painting a painfully sweet tingling path up the pulsing vein before slowly withdrawing. He twisted his tongue wickedly along the ridge, sending a spike of chakra into the sensitive slit that had the tall man screaming his pleasure before slowly engulfing the length yet again.

Slick fingers began to massage Ibiki's tight pucker, chakra surging inside to target his prostate even as it relaxed the tense ring. Finally, just when the interrogator thought he could take no more, one long elegant finger slid inside, slicking and massaging the walls of his passage, making him cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Oh gods, please, more.” the stoic man cried loudly as a second finger joined the first. Kakashi smiled around his mouthful, reluctantly releasing his treat and sliding lower so his tongue could join nimble fingers.

“Mmmhhhhmmmmm” the silver haired man hummed as his tongue flicked over the softening ring and a third finger slid inside to massage the scarred man's prostate, wringing another loud cry from the normally quiet man.

“Want you now.” Ibiki insisted, hands scrabbling for purchase as he tried to pull the copy-nin up to his lips, as he writhed desperately under the intense stimulation.

“If you're sure.” Kakashi murmured teasingly, gracefully sliding up the length of his husband's sweat slick torso, grinding their erections together as he sealed his lips over the interrogator's in a fiercely dominating kiss.

The copy-nin eventually broke away for air, smiling when Ibiki's head followed him as he pulled back, desperately seeking more. “Patience koishii, give me a moment.” he murmured as he quickly lubed his leaking engorgement before lifting burly legs onto his shoulders and carefully pressing against the scarred man's loosened entrance, slowly pushing through the clenching ring before stilling completely once the bulbous head breached the barrier. Kakashi bit his lip as he stilled, desperately fighting the urge to thrust into the welcoming furnace of the tall man's body as he waited for his lover to adjust to the intrusion.

When the spasming muscle finally relaxed minutely he took the opportunity to slide deeper, slowly inching his way into the welcoming embrace, reveling in the tight clutch around his throbbing shaft. After what seemed like hours the copy-nin was pressed flush to the interrogator's muscular ass, and he idly traced the kanji under his fingers as he waited for his husband to relax.

“Please, move, I need you.” Ibiki urged as he rocked his hips, desperate for more.

“Patience beloved.” the silver-haired man murmured as he slowly pulled his hips back while keeping the larger man pinned in place, taking a deep breath before ever so slowly sliding back inside. On the next thrust he struck the scarred man's prostate head on, wringing a startled shriek from the usually stoic interrogator. Kakashi tightened his grip on bronze hips as he began to pick up his pace, making sure to strike the sensitive bundle of nerves with every stroke.

“Touch yourself.” the copy-nin husked erotically, “Show me how much you want this.”

“Want you, all of you.” Ibiki managed to mutter as he began to stroke and squeeze his dripping erection, clenching his teeth and letting out a desperate whine as his prostate was pummeled.

“Mine.” Kakashi growled, slapping a taut cheek sharply as his control finally snapped and he began pistoning wantonly in and out of the tall man's quivering passage.

The husky possessiveness in the copy-nin's declaration proved to be too much, and Ibiki came with a bellow, splattering his hot seed between their chests. The silver haired man let out a wail as the tight canal seemed to become three sizes smaller, thrusting frantically as his husband quivered and shook.

“Love you.” the interrogator whispered when he finally regained his senses. That declaration was the final straw for Kakashi's hard fought control and he came with a shriek, filling his husband's ass with burst after burst of hot come before collapsing onto the firm planes of Ibiki's chest.

When his heartbeat finally slowed enough to speak the copy-nin lifted his head and locked his gaze with Ibiki's. “I love you too.” he whispered, “Thank you for reminding me of just how lucky I am.”

“I'm the lucky one.” the interrogator retorted, shuddering as the softened length slipped from his passage, “That was amazing.”

“You inspire me.” Kakashi retorted with a bark of laughter, “The hell with Icha Icha.”