Into the Fire

A/N - NarutoVixin - I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I don't think I could write about abuse without writing about the difficult recovery afterward . . . that would be irresponsible as I certainly wouldn't want anyone to think such behavior has no consequences.

blue_nightshade - just what you were waiting fo . . . Genma's punishment, I hope you enjoy it!

nekoyoka - thank you . . . I hope you didn't hurt your brain!! Seriously, that's a lot of pages . . . I'm impressed.


Chapter Eighty-Three

“Good luck, I'm out of here.” Ibiki stated as he headed for the door, “I have too much to do to dawdle around here listening to you all day.”

“But . . . Ru will be back soon.” Genma almost whimpered, “He's a lot less scary when someone else is around.”

“You're a big boy Shiranui, buck up and take your punishment like a man . . . you know you want to.” the interrogator finished with an evil laugh.

“But Gai . . .” the senbon sucker wailed, “that just makes my head hurt to even think about.”

“I was only kidding.” the scarred man retorted with a laugh, “Judging from his reaction Iruka didn't like the idea either, so I think you're safe.”

“Just so you know . . . if Gai shows up I'm going to hide behind you.” the honey-haired man snickered at the mental picture of himself cowering behind the stoic torture master as he tried to avoid a ravening green beast.

“Ah, but I won't be here, remember?” Ibiki murmured, “I need to get back to work or I'll never get home in time for dinner.”

“Whipped, huh?” Genma snorted, “I never would have believed the fearsome Morino Ibiki would cringe at the thought of a tongue lashing from his lover.”

“Actually, a tongue lashing sounds lovely.” the interrogator retorted with a leer, “Better than the lashing you'll be getting. Have fun Gen-chan.”

“I am not a woman Morino.” the senbon sucker yelled after him, “You'll pay for that.”

“Yare, yare.” the scarred man retorted with a wave of his hand, leaving the honey-haired man alone to contemplate his fate.

After about fifteen minutes Genma began to squirm. If Iruka was taking this long with Ebisu then he was sure to be in a foul mood when he returned . . . a mood he would most likely take out on his errant lover. Why on earth did I think getting involved was a good idea, the senbon sucker asked himself yet again, I should have known Ru would go ballistic.

He had just made the decision to head for the mission room and try to snag an assignment that would take him out of the village for the next week or two, when the doors flew open and the Hokage stormed in.

“Ru, what happened, are you alright?” his lover exclaimed, rushing over to examine the lithe figure for any injuries.

“I fail to understand how such a rigid asshole ever survived to adulthood.” the Rokudaime stated with a sigh, “It doesn't help that he refuses to believe anything I told him about Sarutobi-sama. He's entitled to his opinion . . .”

“Not if it means he wants to foist it on you, he isn't.” Genma broke in to exclaim, “I swear I will rip him limb from limb before I let him hurt you again.”

“You are so very sweet.” Iruka purred, “But I'm okay . . . words can't hurt me Gen.”

“But you hid all those years because you were afraid of reprisal.” the senbon sucker pointed out, “So words did hurt you.”

“I made an assumption . . . one I'm not proud of.” the Hokage explained, “I thought that because one person expressed their disapproval it meant that most people would find our relationship offensive.”

“He didn't disapprove Ru . . . he was jealous.” the honey haired shinobi insisted, “He wanted to break us up because he had the hots for you . . . still does, as far as I can see.”

“Oh no, you have to be wrong.” the Rokudaime declared, shaking his head as if to rid it of the thought, “That is just so . . . ewwwwww, twice in one day.”

“Huh?” his puzzled lover asked, “Twice what?”

“First Ibiki made me picture Gai all naked and worked up . . . now you made me think of Ebisu the same way.” the former teacher wailed, “I may never be able to have sex again.”

“Shit Ru, don't say that.” Genma yelped, “Just think of something else, like . . . “ He stopped mid sentence, head cocked to the side and his senbon twitching like a metronome, wracking his brain for anything to wipe the image from his lover's mind. Unfortunately, the harder he tried to come up with something, the more his thoughts insisted on replaying an image of, gods forbid, Gai and Ebisu naked and sweaty and doing things he'd always liked . . . before this, that is. “Oh hell.” he muttered angrily, “Now I'm stuck on them too. Great, just great . . . you had to drag me into it, didn't you, you bastard.”

The Rokudaime Hokage stuck his tongue out at his fuming lover. “Serves you right, you're the one that got me started in the first place. It's only fair that you should suffer too.”

“I'll show you suffering.” the honey-haired man growled, tackling his younger lover and wrestling him down to the floor. He pinned the squirming figure, pressing the teacher into the floor with his larger form, and bent to capture his lips in a hard, demanding kiss.

“Oh no you don't.” Iruka muttered, twisting his legs around the senbon sucker's waist and flipping him underneath the younger man. “As I recall you still have a punishment coming.”

“Not Gai, not Gai.” Genma muttered like a protective mantra.

“What are you babbling about?” the Hokage grumbled, “Speak up Gen . . . otherwise you'll just end up in more trouble.”

“Don't let Gai punish me . . . please.” the honey-haired man begged, “I know you're really mad and I stepped way over the line this time . . . but I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to protect you.”

“I know that silly.” Iruka declared with a joyous laugh, “I love you too. Believe me, I have no intention of letting Gai, or anyone, punish you . . . except for me of course, because you're mine.”

“Well then punish me, sensei . . . please.” Genma whispered sultrily.

“Oh, I'm going to punish you alright.” the Hokage husked as he produced a kunai from inside his robes and began to roughly cut away his captive's clothes. “I'd stop squirming if I were you.” he warned, “I'd hate to cut off something important.”

“You won't hurt me.” the honey-haired man stated confidently, “You love me.”

“Haven't you ever heard the saying, 'We always hurt the ones we love?' “ the Rokudaime chortled as he freed his hair from its usual ponytail to cascade freely down his back. “You have ten seconds to bend over that desk and take your punishment like a man.”

The normally languid shinobi leapt from the floor, discarding the remains of his clothes as he raced over to the imposing desk and bent over, legs slightly spread and hands flat on the desk, peering inquisitively over his shoulder.

The cocky expression vanished, however, when Iruka's raised his arm and brought his hand down on the tokubetsu's vulnerable ass with a loud smack. “Shit, that hurt Ru.” Genma whined loudly.

“Of course it hurt . . . it's punishment.” the Hokage growled angrily as he continued his torment, watching in satisfaction as red bloomed on his lover's cheeks, “Maybe you'll remember not to meddle in things that are none of your business.”

“I promise, I swear I'll be good.” the honey-haired man howled as the Rokudaime's hand connected, yet again, with the tender crease of his ass.

“Really . . . how good?” Iruka smirked as he dropped to his knees, bending his head to lick a wet trail across the red stinging hand prints.

“Oh gods, as good as you want me to be, just don't stop.” Genma moaned loudly as he felt his cock swell at the promise in that agile tongue.

“You like this, then . . . being punished?” the teacher teased.

“Ummmm,” his befuddled lover answered, “Uhhhhhh, well. I mean . . .”

“You like the reward afterward?” the Hokage chuckled, the sensation sending tingling waves through the over-sensitized skin.

“Oh hell yes.” the honey-haired man gasped, “Please tell me you're not going to stop.”

“Does this feel like I'm stopping?” came the husky reply as a bronze body plastered itself against the senbon sucker and two slick fingers slid deep inside his ass.

“Just hurry up and fuck me already.” Genma demanded breathlessly, “I'm not going to last much longer.”

“Pushy, pushy, pushy.” Iruka muttered as he quickly lubed his dripping erection and ever so slowly slid just the tip into the fluttering ring, prompting a string of curses as the tokubetsu tried to take more of the hard length inside himself.

“Please Ru,” the senbon sucker begged, “I need you.”

“I need you too Gen.” he whispered as he thrust inside to the hilt, stilling only momentarily before setting a hard, fast pace that had the older man desperately scrabbling for purchase on the slick surface.

“I'm so close.” the honey haired man muttered as he wrapped his hand around his dripping erection . . . only to have it smacked away.

“No touching yourself . . . you'll come when I say you can.” Iruka whispered throatily next to the senbon-sucker's ear before dropping his head and sucking hard on the sensitive curve at the base of his lover's neck.

“Hurry then . . . or it won't matter.” Genma moaned as his prostate was pummeled, “Not if you keep doing that.”

“You mean this?” the Rokudaime teased as he targeted the sensitive gland, swirling his hips until the older man was trembling and then slamming in hard enough to slide the desk an inch or so.

Genma let out a loud, high-pitched moan, shooting his seed across the surface of the desk. Every muscle in the honey-haired man's body drew tight as he fell deaf, dumb and blind to the world around him as he rode out his orgasm.

“Love you Gen.” the Hokage grunted as the clenching of his lover's passage swept him into his own release, thrusting as deeply as he could into the tight welcoming heat as he filled the senbon-sucker's ass with his come.

“Gotta remember to piss you off more often.” the older man managed with a chuckle, “I like it when you're pushy.”

“Oh shut up.” Iruka mumbled, “I'm trying to sleep here.”

“No you don't . . . the last time you fell asleep like this I couldn't stand up for a week.” Genma griped good-naturedly, “How 'bout I carry you and we get in the bed.”

The younger man readily assented, slipping into a deep sleep the moment he was safely cradled in his lover's arms. The tokubetsu carefully slid the slumbering figure into the bed, slipping in after him and curling up on his side. He carefully studied the familiar face, tenderly brushing a few chocolate strands behind Iruka's ear as he noted how worn he appeared, the pressures of being Hokage apparent on his formerly youthful countenance.

“Punish me all you want Ru.” he whispered affectionately, “Anything at all, as long as it makes you happy.” he kissed the messy chocolate crown before sliding a deceptively strong arm around the lithe figure and pulling him tight, cocooning him, for the moment at least, from the outside world so he could rest in peace.