Fanning the Flames

A/N – First I want to say I LOVE my readers, every single one of you. I'm always overjoyed to see that people are reading my work and I look forward to ANY reviews you choose to leave, good or bad (although I'm happy to say I haven't had any truly negative ones, which makes me even happier). This note is directed at one of you in particular though . . . the anonymous reader who takes some sort of perverse delight in hitting the same page hundreds of time in one day and leaving a negative rating. Whoever you are, please, just leave me a note . . . if you don't like the story tell me, or don't read it. I don't really care about the ratings, but the number of hits does give me a good indication as to whether or not people are actually following the story. I'm not stupid, I know that I don't suddenly get hundreds (or, in the case of some of my other stories nearly a thousand) hits in a half an hour. Just say whatever it is you feel so compelled to get out and get over it please, we'll both be a lot happier~!

On a cheerier note, nickles and msuzumaki, thank you for your kind words . . . they are always appreciated!

And now, on with the next chapter, and to all of you most wonderful readers . . . my apologies for the brief rant, I'm afraid this has been going on for a while now and I felt it was time to bring the matter out into the open!


Chapter Six

“Am I dead?” the dazed interrogator mumbled as he tried to hoist himself to a sitting position on rubbery arms.

“Nope.” Kakashi decided after cracking open an eyelid, “Doesn't look that way, why?”

“I never thought I'd live to hear you trash your beloved Icha Icha.” Ibiki retorted with a snort.

“Only for you.” the copy-nin smirked, “Don't tell Jiji though . . . he'll want to watch and take notes.”

“Eewwwww.” came a pained groan, “That's just a nasty thought. Get your ass over here and make me forget what you just said.” the scarred man tugged the limp form into his lap, dipping his head to place a kiss on his husband's forehead. “How do you make your hair do that?” he murmured curiously as he studied the gravity defying silver mass in amazement.

“Huh?” the jounin muttered, “I don't do anything . . . the hard part is making it lay down. Can I sleep now, or do you have more pointless questions?”

“No you can't sleep, you're supposed to be helping me forget . . . or have you forgotten?” the scarred man chuckled, “It's my turn now.”

“What ever happened to 'I'm too old for this, I need rest?' “ Kakashi retorted grumpily as he tried to burrow deeper into the bedding.

“You inspire me.” came the husky response as thin lips covered plump pink ones, the interrogator's tongue dancing out to tease the sensitive tissue, hoping for entrance. The copy-nin resisted for about half a second, then relented, melting into his husband's arms as Ibiki easily dominated the kiss.

“Still sleepy?” the scarred man rumbled impishly when mismatched eyes fluttered open to pin him with a heated lusty gaze.

“Nope . . . I'm waiting for you to ravish me.” the silver-haired man declared with a leer, flopping back on the bed with his arms spread wide.

“I could never say no to that sweetheart.” the interrogator whispered huskily, eyes roaming over the tantalizing display of silky alabaster flesh. He bent and sucked a flat pink nipple, worrying it with his teeth until it perked before replacing his mouth with his hand, tweaking the rucked nub hard as he nibbled on its twin.

Kakashi let out a soft sigh, hands smoothing tenderly over his husband's scarred scalp as he arched up into the sensation. “That's nice.” he murmured as a shiver ran through his lanky frame when Ibiki pulled back to blow on the moist patch of skin and his nipples hardened even further.

“Then you should love this.” the interrogator retorted, tracing the defined muscles of the copy-nin's abdomen with the tip of his tongue and smiling wickedly when the reserved jounin began to squirm, unable to decided between arching up into the sensation and pulling away.

“I thought I said ravish me.” the silver-haired man muttered, letting out a wanton groan when the scarred man's talented tongue tickled his navel, “You're moving awfully slow.”

“You're too impatient sweetheart.” Ibiki broke away to respond, “Obviously you don't know the definition of the word, it means to enrapture, transport, enthrall, delight, or captivate . . . do any of those sound like I should be hurrying?” he finished with a smirk.

“I want you inside me.” Kakashi insisted as he twisted his torso so he could wrap long fingers around the tall man's erection, “I need to feel all of you . . . please?”

“I can't deny you anything.” the interrogator rumbled, morphing into a deep guttural groan when the jounin's grip tightened, “Where did you put the lube?”

Before the words were even out of his mouth the copy-nin was pushing the bottle into his hands. Ibiki almost lost it when long legs spread erotically and the lanky body arched up to allow him better access.

The sight was just too tempting to resist, and the scarred man grasped pale cheeks so he could lift and spread them still further, dipping his head to lap at the tight pucker, hands tightening as Kakashi twisted and jerked in reaction.

When the tip of the interrogator's tongue finally worked its way inside the copy-nin let out a surprised shriek as he desperately tried to push into the sensation. A thick finger soon replaced the fluttering muscle, slowly inching its way into the tight passage before just as slowly retreating. A second finger joined the first, scissoring to stretch the constrictive ring before pulling out completely.

Ibiki quickly recoated his digits before thrusting them deep inside, crooking them to rub tauntingly against the silver-haired man's prostate. “There, again.” Kakashi groaned as he tried to twist his hips and get more of the electric sensation.

“As you wish sweetheart.” the scarred man husked before adding a third finger, thrusting and twisting them inside the loosening canal, making sure to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves before retreating yet again.

The copy-nin fumbled on the bed for the bottle of oil, pouring it over his hand and grasping his husband's twitching erection, stroking it firmly as he coated it thoroughly with lube. “Hurry, please,” he urged, “I want to be yours.”

“Oh you're mine alright.” the interrogator growled as he slowly pushed inside the well prepared passage, biting his lip and taking a deep breath as he fought the urge to thrust.

“Then show me.” Kakashi entreated, shifting his hips as he tried to spur the larger man into action, “I'm more than ready for you to pound me into this mattress.”

“Tease.” the scarred man growled as he tentatively pulled back slightly, adjusting his angle before pushing back in, rubbing the copy-nin's prostate with every shift of his hips. As much as he enjoyed the feel of slick muscle quivering around his shaft, he couldn't keep up the tease for long, pulling out nearly completely before thrusting back inside and wringing a loud cry of what might have been his name from the lanky jounin.

Kakashi's wanton call lit a fire in the normally controlled interrogator's blood and he began to pick up the pace, slamming into the slick passage again and again, the silver-haired man meeting him thrust for thrust until the were both panting and growling. “You feel so fucking good.” Ibiki choked out as he fought for control, wanting to stretch out the heady feeling.

“Give me all you've got.” the copy-nin growled almost angrily, slamming his hips up into the scarred man's as the hot coil inside him tightened impossibly.

Ibiki let out a deafening roar, pinning his husband down and pounding into him until the lanky jounin was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming from his eyes as he tried to form words. Mismatched eyes opened wide in surprise as the silver-haired man tumbled over the edge, shooting his seed across his chest as he writhed and moaned incoherently.

The sight of his handsome husband in the throes of ecstacy, coupled with the convulsions of his tight passage pulled the interrogator over with him and Ibiki let out a startled grunt as his hot seed exploded into the copy-nin's tempting ass.

“Can't breathe.” the tall man gasped, flopping to the side and panting wildly as his heart beat out a frantic tattoo, blind and deaf to everything except the thunder of his own heartbeat.

“Now that was ravishing.” Kakashi muttered when he was finally able to speak, “Can we do that again?”

“As much as I'd love to say yes sweetheart,” Ibiki finally managed to whisper, “I'm pretty sure it's impossible right now. Let me sleep for a week and then ask me again.”

“A whole week?” the copy-nin teased, “You are getting old. What am I supposed to do with myself until then?”

“Get your smart ass over here.” the scarred man growled, pulling the jounin into his arms and raining kisses over his face, “Just cuddle with me a minute.”

“That's a wonderful idea.” the silver-haired man mumbled sleepily as he curled up on his husband's chest, idly drawing patterns on the slick skin with the tip of his finger before suddenly leaping up and rushing out of the room.

“Sweetheart . . . are you alright?” the worried interrogator called as he forced himself upright and went to check on his husband. He began to panic when the copy-nin didn't reply, hurrying into the bathroom on unsteady legs.

Ibiki stopped in the doorway, concerned eyes immediately going to the form hunched over the toilet before striding into the room and dropping to his knees beside his beloved. The scarred man gently stroked the trembling back as Kakashi emptied his stomach over and over, wetting a washcloth and wiping his husband's face tenderly when the copy-nin finally slumped to the floor.

“Have some water.” Ibiki urged, handing the trembling jounin a glass before sliding to the floor and pulling the shivering body into his arms.

“Sorry.” Kakashi murmured, “I don't know what came over me.”

“Don't worry about it 'kashi.” his worried husband replied, “Let me help you back into bed, then I'll get you a nice cup of tea.”

“I'm fine.” the silver-haired man insisted, “You don't need to fuss over me.”

“But I love fussing over you.” the interrogator replied with a smile before scooping the lanky figure into his arms and carrying him back into the bedroom. “You just relax for a few minutes while I get you some tea and something to nibble on.”

Ibiki rushed into the kitchen, putting on the kettle and rummaging through the cupboards until he found some saltines. The whistle startled him out of his contemplation and he poured water over a teabag, letting it steep for a few minutes before putting the cup and crackers on a tray and hurrying back to the bedroom.

The copy-nin sipped the tea and ate a cracker, frowning when his stomach did another flip before finally settling.

“Feeling better sweetheart?” the interrogator asked as he slipped into bed next to the silver-haired man.

“I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.” Kakashi mused, “I feel fine now.”

“You've had a really stressful day.” the scarred man pointed out, “I'm sure that didn't help. Let's just get some sleep.” The copy-nin slid over to nestle against his husband's broad form and immediately drifted off, lulled by the strong hand gently carding through tangled silver strands. Ibiki watched him carefully, finally relaxing when his husband's breathing evened out into sleep, letting his eyes fall shut and following him as the last of his energy faded.