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A piece of power	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another fic I found at my old pc.
Again, with Ibiki, Iruka and Kakashi. I can't helpt it, if you don't want to read, simply don't.
(If you do like to read it and enjoy it, please tell me so)
It has a bit of domination in it, but not much. Quite soft actually. I am not that good in writing hard domination.
Anyway, it will contain more chapters. I don't know how frequent I will upload them. (because of time issues and stuff)
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The Shinobi in the Mission Room are always loud. It doesn’t matter if it’s morning or evening. Always. They fill the room with chatter, whispers en laughter, not minding the fact that others can hear them.
Ibiki looks at that and scrunches his face up. Part of him hates it. He wants to walk in the Mission Room with his paperwork in complete silence. No curious Shinobi prying into his business. No others talking and disrupting the peace and quit.
Other part of him wants to join in. Experience all of it. The laughter, the whispers, the gossip. He knows all there is to know. But not because they talk to him.
He sighs. He knows all. They could all come to him to hear the latest gossip going around. He notices Umino Iruka and smirks. That man is known for his kindness. For helping others. And, according to the latest gossip, for masturbating excessively.
Ibiki averts his eyes to Anko. That one is easy. Her crush on Gai. everyone knows that. Well, everyone except Gai.
Next one. Genma. Senbon sucking Shinobi. Who sucks other stuff as well.
“What are you thinking about?”
Ah, the famous Copy nin. There are a lot of rumors about him. He is supposed to be a neat freak. And a play boy. Just taking anything he wants.
“Nothing,” Ibiki answers. he shrugs.
Hatake-sama remains silent.
So does Ibiki.
“Hatake-sama, are you here to deliver your report?” Umino-san asks. He gestures at the desk. “I can take it.”
Ibiki snorts, remembering the gossip going around the young teacher. The man could take even more, from what he knows. He shakes his head and turns around. It would be fun if he could share his thoughts with anybody. To laugh about it together. Not with the Copy nin, the man is too famous and too strong.
Perhaps he should seek some company.
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The night is peaceful. Soft shades, revealed by the moonlight and the stars. Ibiki decided that he likes it. e walks the streets of Konoha, trying to decide which bar would be the best to make some new connections.
The ‘Warped kunai’ is a tad loud, always filled with both Jounin and Chuunin. The ‘Shaken lady’ is for Jounin only. Strange name. There are a dozen more like those. All strange in a way.
Ibiki frowns and continues his trips. He can just pick one and see how that turns out.
Someone curses and Ibiki is shaken from his thoughts. There is an unknown figure in the distance. It’s kneeling, arms waving around, grabbing what seems to be some papers.
Ibiki nods. Helping a person may clear his mind. He walks towards the person.
It’s Umino-san.
Ibiki leans down and helps gather the papers. He stacks them and rises to his feet.
Umino-san looks up. His arms are full. He blinks and grins. “That you, Morino-sama.” He struggles to get up. “You can put them on top of these.” He nods to the papers he is holding.
Ibiki raises one eyebrow. “Where are you headed?” he asks. If he hands the papers back, the man is only going to drop them again.
Umino-san blinks. “Home,” he says. He nods behind Ibiki.
Ibiki nods and turns around, walking in the direction Umino-san meant.
Umino-san makes a sound, that is in between a gasp and a groan. He is quick to follow Ibiki, shaking his head and blinking.
Ibiki smiles. Helping a person is a good start to making new connections. That and now he can show he is not some big scary man with scars.
“Where are you headed?”
Both Ibiki and Umino-san stop and turns their heads towards the left.
Ibiki raises one eyebrow. Hatake-sama, butting in. That is new. Unexpected.
“Home,” Umino-san answers. He nods at the papers he is holding. The stack is high and looks like it is about to topple over.
“Let me help.” Hatake-sama grabs half of the papers. “You are over-worked, sensei.” His tone is soft and Ibiki wonders if there is something going on he isn’t aware of.
Umino-san blinks, turns his head to the side and nods. “Thank you.” He takes a step forwards. And another. Ibiki and Hatake-sama follow him.
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Umino-san’s place is quiet and friendly. There is a warm blanket on the couch and soft pillows lay beside it .
Ibiki places the papers onto the kitchen table and looks around. The place is different from his own place. There are a lot of pictures. And candles.
“So, you have to grade again?” Hatake-san asks. He is reading one of the papers. “This student nailed that question.”
Ibiki stares at the papers. “This answer is not quite right.” He points and shakes his head. “Give me a pen.” He pulls the chair back and sits down.
“You think you can help out?” Hatake-sama asks, as Umino-san hands Ibiki a pen.
Ibiki grunts and raises his hand, holding a paper in it. He already graded it. “Indeed,” he says. He glances at Iruka. “Shall I do some more?”
Umino-san smiles. “That would be great.” He nods and turns around. “Would you like some tea?”
Ibiki grunts and brings his attention back to the papers, as Umino-san walks into his small kitchen.
Hatake-sama shakes his head, grabs a chair and sits down. He nods at the papers. “Give me some,” he demands, extending his arm.
Ibiki hands him some. Their fingers touch and Hatake-sama grabs a hold of Ibiki’s hand. “What are you planning?” he asks. He narrows his visible eye.
Ibiki raises one eyebrow and shrugs. “Not much.” He smirks. The Copy nin must be nervous. grabbing his hand like that, whispering like that. It is strange. And it sparks Ibiki’s interests.
Hatake-sama leans towards Ibiki. “Have you heard the rumors?” he asks. he grits his teeth and glances at Umino-san. “If Iruka is alone at night, the air fills itself with sounds of pleasure.”
Ibiki raises both of his eyebrows. he blinks and tilts his head into the direction of Umino-san. He knows the rumors. But, this much?
“Iruka is always alone at night,” Hatake-sama whispers. he glances in Umino-san’s direction. “I always wanted to know what would happen if he wasn’t alone.” He turns his head back. “That is why I hid a lot of his papers, to make him drop some, so I could help him out and join him.” There is a warning in his voice.
Ibiki snorts and smirks. He shakes his head and continues grading. Helping someone clears his mind, yes, but it also raises a lot of questions when situations like these happen.
“Here you go.” Umino-san places the tray with tea onto the table. “You work quick, Morino-sama.” he sits down next to Ibiki and grabs a stack of his own. “Are you a fast reader?”
Ibiki grunts and nods, grabbing another paper to work on. “I’m used to a lot of paperwork.” He shrugs. It’s true. There is always a lot of paperwork involved with the interrogations.
Umino-san chuckles. “You and I are alike in that way.” He glances at Hatake-sama. “Unlike some Jounin who never turn their report in on time.”
Hatake-sama looks up. He snorts and pushes his stack of papers towards Umino-san. “I’m done,” he sighs and leans back in his chair, leaving one arm to dangle next to his body. He places his other hand at the back of his neck and stares at the ceiling.
“Just in time.” Ibiki chuckles and pushes his stack next to Hatake-sama’s stack. His stack is significantly higher than the one already in place. “Now, only that stack is left.” He gestures at the stack in front of Umino-san. “Shall I do them?” He reaches out, trying to grab a paper.
Hatake-sama grabs Ibiki’s arm. “Iruka-sensei is well able to do some on his own.”
Ibiki smirks. “I am not trying to belittle him, Hatake-sama.” He pulls his hand free. “Only help.”
Umino-san chuckles. “There is no need to defend my honor.” He smiles, stretches his arms in front of him and yawns. “I like the help, I’m quite worn out.” He rubs his eyes and yawns again.
Hatake-sama places his hands flat on the table. “Do you want help with that?” he asks.
Umino-san drops his hands onto the table and widens his eyes. “Help me?” he frowns and glances at Ibiki. “With what?”
Hatake-sama chuckles. “If you are worn out, you need sleep. And for sleep, you need to get in bed.” He bends his head and chuckles. “I can help with that. No need to worry.”
Silence fills the air. Umino-san is blushing. Even his ears are red.
Ibiki coughs. Umino-san blinks and turns his gaze to Ibiki. He swallows and fiddles with his hands. “Morino-sama, is Hatake-sama…” He frowns and looks down at his fingers. “Well, I mean…” He bites his lip. “Are you into this as well?”
Ibiki blinks.
Hatake-sama huffs.
“I mean… most of these papers were hidden.” Umino-san scratches the scar on his nose. “I found them today. Lying in the last place I would look.” He takes a deep breath. “Was this your plan all along?”
Ibiki shakes his head. “Not my plan.” He licks his lips and smiles. This situation is getting really interesting. He wonders what the Copy nin will come up with.
“I have to say I found this whole situation strange.” Umino-san rises from his chair. “Morino-sama helping me like that. You popping up.” He nods at Hatake-sama, frowns and shrugs. “It’s fine.” There is a tremble near his mouth. “My bedroom is that way.” He points at the door.
Hatake-sama blinks before widening his eyes.
Ibiki shakes his head. “I don’t think that is a good idea.” He narrows his eyes at Hatake-sama. Umino-san may be masturbating every night, there is no need to provoke the man like that. And the Copy nin should be aware of that.
“And why not?” Umino-san’s voice is sharp. “Do you think I’m not good enough?” He advances towards Ibiki with a fist clenched at his side. “I may be a mere Chuunin, but I think I can satisfy his needs.” His eyes glare. “Your needs.”
Ibiki turns to him and raises both of his hands. “I think you would do a wonderful job of satisfying him.” He smiles. This is going the wrong way and he needs to calm the teacher down. “And not only him,” he adds with a nod. The teacher is a good looking man after all. “But I believe this is not a good time for you.” He shrugs. He can talk like that, but Umino-san is a grown man. He lowers his hands and shrugs. “It is your own decision.” He nods at the teacher and rises to his feet. “I’ll be taking my leave.”
He turns around, places the chair into his original position and advances towards the door. He has no reason to be in this situation. The helping part is over and Umino-san is not exactly a friend who needs to be held back. The man has a brain of his own, he can think for himself.
“Wait,” both Umino-san and Hatake-sama say.
Ibiki frowns and glances over his shoulder. They both spoke at the same time, telling him to wait, and he wonders why.
“Morino-sama is right,” Hatake-sama states. “It is not the right time right now.” He gets up and nods.
Umino-san frowns. He nostrils flare and he walks towards Ibiki. “Fine, I’ll accept this.” He bites his lip. “But only…” he swallows and closes his eyes for a moment.
Ibiki tilts his head. He wonders what the teacher could think about. Why would the man want him to wait. Does he think he has a point?
“What do you think, will be a good time?” Umino-san asks. He gestures at Hatake-sama. “I do want this.” He bites his lip and glances around. “I am very flattered that the Copy nin and the Head of Interrogation want this.” He gestures at himself and places his hands in front of him.
Ibiki widens his eyes. His heart is racing, he can hear it in his ears. What did he get himself into? The teacher is implying something, but he has no idea what.
“So, when will be a good time?” Umino-san asks again. He lifts his eyes up to meet Ibiki’s
Ibiki swallows. Those eyes are captivating. There are rumors about it, yes, but this is real. “When you are at ease,” he says. He has no idea why he said that, of what he exactly is implying. But the teacher is nervous, and he shouldn’t be.
Ibiki turns around, reaching out to the door. A gloved hand catches his own and he stops in his tracks.
“Morino-sama is right. When you are at ease. That is a good time,” Hatake-sama says. He pulls at Ibiki’s arm, effectively turning Ibiki sideways. He leans in and places his masked lips upon Ibiki’s cheek.
Ibiki freezes. He thanks his years of experience in Interrogation for his stoic expression. He has no idea why the Copy nin would be kissing his cheek.
Umino-san gasps and brings a hand to his now. “So hot,” he whispers. He swallows and nods. “I get it.” There is a soft smile on his face.
Hatake-sama chuckles and pulls Ibiki back. “See you next time.”
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The evening is still nice. Soft colors. A good time for a blush to appear. Ibiki’s cheeks burn and he grabs a hold of Hatake-sama’s arm. “Explain,” he says, narrowing his eyes.
Hatake-sama chuckles. “You kind of ruined the night I had planned.” He leans towards Ibiki. “I wanted revenge.”
Ibiki grits his teeth. He only wanted to make new connections. To be a tad more social. That turned into helping, which isn’t bad. But that turned into this strange situation.
Hatake-sama raises his hand to touch Ibiki’s cheek, the one he previously kissed with his masked lips. “You know, I can just take what I want,” he whispers and he snorts. “Even from you.” He slides his hands towards Ibiki’s neck. “I won’t do that. But if I am agitated enough, I might do that.”
Ibiki snorts and grabs Hatake-sama’s hand, holding now both of them. “Sometimes, it is better to just ask.” He pulls Hatake-sama close, their chests touch and he is surprised by the close contact. There is no time to think about that now. He has to bluff. Beat Hatake-sama at his own game. “If you nicely ask, try it sometimes, you’ll be surprised by what you’ll receive.”
Their noses are touching. If it wasn’t for the mask on Hatake-sama’s face, Ibiki could feel his breath on his lips.
Hatake-sama shudders, closes his eye and moans. “Fuck, Morino, you’re smooth.” He opens his eye. “Is this how you flirt?” He looks down Ibiki’s body and nods. “I’ll wait. And I’ll ask. I’ll behave.” He leans towards Ibiki and nuzzles his neck. “First question I ask.” His breathing is heavy.
Ibiki swallows. There is an unfamiliar tingle in his stomach. Unfamiliar, but kind of good.
“Can we play around exclusively? You, me and the teacher. A three-way dance.” Hatake-sama pulls his head back. “I don’t want you acting like this to anybody else.” He narrows his eyes.
Ibiki smirks, even though he feels like shivering. “Ask nicely, Copy cat.” Now he is teasing. Why is he teasing?
Hatake-sama blinks. And swallows. He tilts his head back and sighs. “Morino-sama, will you please go steady with me and Iruka-sensei?”
Ibiki chuckles and takes a step back. He wiggles his eyebrows and turns around, making his way back home. There is a groan behind him. And a tingle in his body, lower than his stomach. At his gut. Something tells him this isn’t over yet.
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So, what do you think? To me, Ibiki seems a man who is always in control. But, I think he has few experiences like this. On the other hand... he does know a great deal about the human psychology so perhaps I am a big dummy.
But still, I like writing :)
Until next chapter :)
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