Fanning the Flames

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Ibiki glared at the scene playing out across the street. Hyuuga Neji was busy showing off Obito to an obviously fascinated Nara Shikamaru. The torture master clenched his fists and forced himself to continue on as if he hadn't seen the byakuugan user and his son, but it was obvious to anyone watching that he desperately wanted to intervene.

“You shouldn't goad him like that.” Shikamaru rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Trust me, I work with the man on a daily basis. He's become completely insufferable.”

“And how is that my problem?” Neji demanded.

“You're the one sleeping with the uber-scary torture master's husband. You tell me why it's a bad idea,” the laid back Nara argued. “This is getting to be so troublesome.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but I have no intention of changing things,” the Hyuuga insisted. “You'd do the same if you were in my shoes.”

“I wouldn't be in your shoes. In the first place, Hatake scares me more than anyone else in this village. In the second, I think it's wrong to break up a marriage.”

“You're scared of Kakashi? Why? Has he done something to you?”

“He doesn't need to,” Shikamaru said with a shake of his head. “It's enough that he can kill me a thousand different ways before I even realize he's thinking about it. You do know he almost killed Ibiki before their marriage?”

“That wasn't 'kashi's fault,” Neji insisted. “Anyway, it isn't an issue anymore.”

“You're the one sleeping next to him, not me.” Hooded eyes inspected the Hyuuga carefully. “I notice you neatly avoided my second reason. Why break up a couple? There's plenty of single men who'd love to hook up with you. It's not like you're hard on the eyes.”

“Thank you so much for the half-hearted compliment. I didn't break them up, Ibiki did. Kakashi needs someone, especially now, and I've had my eye on him since the Academy.”

“Ewwwwww,” Shikamaru whined. “My brain. That's just nasty, Neji. He was like, twice your age.”

“Not like that,” the Hyuuga hissed. “At least, not then. It was more hero worship than anything. Then I listened to the way Gai-sensei talked about him, and I watched him in the field. Not to mention the fact that he's beautiful.”

“He's still too old for you. Then there's the kids.”

“What about the kids?” the byakuugan user growled.

“They aren't yours. Obito here is cute, but he's half Uchiha. A clan you despise, need I remind you. Not to mention the fact that Itachi may not want you raising his son. Would you like to see Kakashi lose his child over you?”

“That isn't going to happen,” Neji insisted. “Besides, 'kashi is the boy's father. He'd work it out, I'm sure.”

“I'm sure he would. Just maybe not with you.” Shikamaru shuffled his feet and studied the swirling dust intently before continuing. “Then there's the other child. The one he's carrying. It's Ibiki's. You know Hatake won't keep him from his flesh and blood.”

“It's a girl. In case you were wondering. She kicks really hard, especially when 'kashi lies on his back.”

The usually uninterested Nara cocked his head and pondered the image for a moment before shaking his head. “Look, I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but when it comes to a tug of war, you're not going to win. What are you even getting out of it, anyway? You can't possibly be having sex, his pregnancy's too far advanced.”

“They hurt him,” Neji admitted hoarsely. “He cries in his sleep. I won't turn him away when he needs me.” He set his jaw and made a show over getting Obito settled back in the carry basket. “We're just fine. I can wait, I'm a patient man. As far as the rest of your argument goes, he's told me about his assignments. He's been tortured enough, who am I to pass judgment? You all need to back off.”

“Fine, fine,” Shikamaru muttered, raising his hands in defeat. “Just know that I'm here if you need someone to talk to about all of this. I won't judge you.”

^ * ^ * ^

“Gai?”

“Yes, My Beautiful Flower.”

“We need to get Kakashi and Ibiki back together,” Hinata declared. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“But What About Your Cousin? My Stubborn Student Doesn't Seem Willing To Give My Rival Up,” the green beast admitted. “Do You Have A Plan?”

“We need to find someone more appropriate for Neji. Someone he can have a real relationship with,” the heiress decided. “Like we do.”

“You Think We Have A Real Relationship?” Gai's eyes grew round and his lower lips began to quiver. “Lovely Hinata,” he wailed as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I Weep Manly Tears Of Joy Knowing That You Look At Me In Such A Light. I Swear To You On My Honor I Will Never Disappoint You. If I Do I Will Enter A Monastery And Give Up Women For Good.”

“I don't think you need to go that far. A simple apology would probably suffice. So, who do you think would be a good match for Neji?”

“I Admit I Have Never Thought About My Student In That Way,” the taijutsu master stammered. “Perhaps I Am Not The Right Person To Help You.”

“Okay, let's try another approach.” Hinata tapped her fingers together and furrowed her brow, sifting through ideas in search of one that might work. “Who reminds you the most of Hatake-san?”

“In What Way? If You Are Speaking Of Combat Skills, I Fear My Rival Will Be Hard To Match.”

“Not combat skills, that's no reason to fall in love,” the kunoichi scoffed. “What are his hobbies. What does he like to do?”

“Train,” Gai managed after much head scratching. “He Reads A Great Deal. He Owns A Bookstore, After All. He Likes To Cook. He Loves Children. And He's Very Calming.”

“And how much of that would Neji know about. He's not allowed to cook here. He can't train, and I don't think I've seen him crack a book since he arrived. So, okay, calming. Who do you know who's strong, calm and unattached?”

* ^ * ^ *

“What's wrong?” Neji rushed over to the slumped copy-nin and peered into his eyes, reaching out with one hand to feel the pulse in the bony wrist.

“I'm fine,” Kakashi muttered. “Just having a bad day. Things will get better when I can start taking my meds again.”

“Does your back hurt? Let me rub it for you, see if I can ease out some of the kinks,” the Hyuuga said solicitously,

“No, you do too much for me. I think it's high time I returned the favor.” A lecherous grin bloomed on the jounin's face. “Will you let me pleasure you, Neji?”

“Uhhhhh, that's not a good idea,” he squeaked as he evaded the older man's grasp.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, I know I must not be very appealing right now. You don't need to reciprocate, of course. I apologize for mentioning it. I did not mean to upset you.”

“I'm not upset,” Neji admitted, lifting his head to reveal the bright blush staining his cheeks. “But I know how uncomfortable you've been. Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt the baby.”

“You won't hurt her,” the copy-nin assured him. “I know just the thing to help us both relax.”

“What about your blood pressure?”

“For someone who claims to be interested in me you sure do have a lot of excuses not to have sex,” Kakashi pointed out. “I can move to another room. Or go back to the hospital if that's what you'd prefer.”

“Gods no,” Neji groaned hoarsely before wrapping his hands in tousled silver strands and yanking the taller man's mouth down to meet his. “I want this so much I can't even think straight.”

They stumbled into the bedroom, Kakashi waddling awkwardly backward until his knees hit the bed. He gratefully collapsed on the soft surface, pulling the byakuugan user down on top of him.

“Watch out.” Neji panicked, leaping back and running a gentle hand over the copy-nin's ripe belly.

“We're fine,” the jounin insisted. “Please kiss me. It's been far too long since I've felt desirable.”

“Just let me know if you need to stop.”

“I'm not fragile, I'm just pregnant. Believe me, I've been a lot less comfortable than this more times than I can count. I'm not going to do anything you don't want, so just relax.” Kakashi continued murmuring soothing phrases as he methodically stripped them both, recapturing the younger man's mouth with a loud moan when their erections brushed against each other.

“I know this isn't very sexy,” the copy-nin muttered as he kissed and licked his way across his lover's chest. “But I'll have my shape back soon.”

“On the contrary,” Neji retorted. “You're so sexy it takes my breath away. What could possibly be more exciting than a new life?”

Kakashi merely shrugged, tugging the Hyuuga until he was positioned to his liking, legs spread wide and facing him. “Now, don't laugh.” The tall jounin awkwardly scooted forward until he was neatly slotted between pale thighs with his legs draped over top.

“Fuck,” Neji hissed when a slick hand wrapped around both their cocks, squeezing them together.

“Is this alright?”

“More than alright.” The byakuugan user let out a totally undignified whine, a needy sound that had his cock jumping. He mirrored the copy-nin's movements, linking their hands together and beginning a measured slide up and down the weeping column of flesh.

Kakashi channeled chakra to his fingertips, reaching his free hand down to press on the sensitive perineum while a chakra infused thumb painted an electric stripe across the head of Neji's erection.

“Don't DO that,” the Hyuuga gasped. “I'd like to last longer than thirty seconds.”

“We can always go again,” the copy-nin quipped. “It's been far too long since I've had someone's hands on me. I don't want to wait.”

“As long as you swear this isn't a one time thing,” Neji growled. “I don't want to be cheated out of my one chance with you.”

“I'm not going anywhere,” Kakashi whispered. “Just relax and enjoy.” He sped up the motion of their clasped hands, the wet slick sound a rough counterpoint to their labored breathing.

* ^ * ^ *

Hiashi sat rigidly at his desk, desperately trying to refrain from peeping on his nephew and his lover. Ever since Kakashi had moved into the compound he'd had to fight the urge to spy on them, just as he'd spied on Sakumo so many years before. Finally he could resist no longer, activating his byakuugan and seeking out the pair.

His breath caught in his throat, his cock leaping up hard in his pants at the sight of his nephew, spitting image of Hiashi himself at that age, intertwined with the exotic beauty of the copy-nin. He roughly fumbled his erection free of his clothes, jerking himself almost urgently. The come spurting onto Kakashi's chest pulled his orgasm out of him, and he painted the underside of the desk with his seed as he twitched and jerked uncontrollably, imagining pale pink lips wrapped around his weeping length.

This is not good, he decided when he caught his breath. I can't have them here all the time. I'll just end up getting caught. He imagined his embarrassment if Hinata walked in right now and found him like this. It wasn't worth the risk, he reluctantly decided and he turned his mind to a way to reunite the copy-nin and his husband.

* ^ * ^ *

Ibiki slipped around the corner of the building, keeping a sharp eye out for traps and wards as he maneuvered ever closer to his goal. When he finally crouched beneath Neji's bedroom window he breathed a sigh of relief. In this position it would be impossible for the occupants of the room to see him. Now he only had to hope neither of them turned their enhanced vision in his direction.

His eyes grew wide and he stifled a growl at the comfortable way they lounged together, naked limbs entangled, even as he acknowledged the beautiful image they painted. All he could do was watch, frozen, as they slid against each other. The torture master called every bit of his training into play to prevent himself from reacting as Neji lifted long pale legs onto his shoulders and bent his head.

The interrogator kicked himself yet again. He must have been mad to throw such a beautiful creature out of his bed, even if he didn't remember their relationship. He tried comparing himself to the Hyuuga, coming up short at every turn and it was with a bitter resignation that he continued to peer clandestinely at their love play.

When Neji's agile tongue slid over swollen balls to tickle the the copy-nin's entrance. Ibiki mirrored the growl the Hyuuga let out as he pressed his tongue flat and felt the pucker tremble, trying to draw the agile muscle into its heated depths.

Kakashi let out a long liquid moan, and both men's eyes snapped to his face as they drank in the sight of the reserved nin abandoning himself to the pleasure overtaking him. “Please, it's been so long. I need you inside me.”

“I don't think it's safe,” Neji fretted. “I don't want to risk hurting the baby.”

“It will be fine. I'll tell you if it hurts, I promise,” the copy-nin swore. “But I need you to fuck me.”

“I don't like that word,” the Hyuuga scolded as he helped his lover reposition himself. Deceptively strong hands clamped on Kakashi's hips, steadying him as Neji pressed his cock against the rosy pucker, watching with awe as it stretched to accommodate him and his length disappeared from view. When the jounin was pressed flush against the younger man's body he bit his lip and waited for the frantic fluttering to ease.

As their hidden watcher looked on in horror, Neji gracefully lifted the lithe form, gently sliding him up and down the thick length piercing him. He froze, afraid to move a muscle when the copy-nin let out a hoarse cry. “Don't stop, do that again,” Kakashi urged, moaning wantonly when his lover complied.

After so long without the stimulation of his prostate was quickly driving the copy-nin to the brink, and he sped up his movements as he chased his release. “Slow down,” Neji muttered. “What's your hurry?”

“Feels too good,” Kakashi managed. “I need to come now.”

“So soon? Alright, but you have to promise me we'll do this again later,” Neji ordered. “Now that I've had a taste of you I don't think I'll ever get enough.”

“We have all the time in the world,” the copy-nin gasped. “I'm not going anywhere.” He slammed himself down, screaming as the broad head of his lover's cock rammed into his prostate, tipping him over the edge.

Neji's eyes rolled up into his head when the passage surrounding him shrunk, the rhythmic convulsions pulling his orgasm from his, despite his attempts to stave it off. He caught Kakashi as he slumped to the side, tenderly stretching him out on the bed and covering his face with kisses.

Ibiki could only stare impotently through the window as they cuddled together, murmuring their affection as their heartbeats calmed. The torture master roughly adjusted his throbbing erection before heading home alone. He'd take care of his little problem in the shower before turning to the more vexing issue of how to regain all he had so stupidly thrown away.