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Complicated things	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days pass. Days filled with missions, teaching, meeting up with friends and acting like everything is completely fine. And it is, in a way. But it is not, in another way. Kakashi’s body is filled with nerves every time he notices Ibiki. He feels giddy whenever Iruka lies his eyes upon him. They don’t live together. No, not really. Although he wants it, in a way. But he needs time. Time to think, to adjust and to just be by himself.
And so, the next moment he returns from another mission, a month long this time (they are getting shorter each time it seems), he goes home. To his own place. He has minor injuries. Just a bruise on his hip and a scratch on his back which he can’t quite reach.
But he goes home, even when Ibiki told him last time to come find him. Even when Iruka smiled at him, right before he handed the mission slip, and whispered ‘See you soon’.
Kakashi returns home, to dust bunnies, and cold and the agony in his bones. All because he is scared. And he knows he is. He paces through his kitchen and grabs ointment and sits down. His legs tremble and he sighs. It takes another moment for him to nod to himself and rise to his feet again.
“Fine, fine,” he mutters, to himself, because there is nobody else around. He returned from his mission in broad daylight. Iruka is still teaching and he had no idea what Ibiki is up to. But it doesn’t hurt to find out. Right?
He moves over towards his bedroom and fills a small bag with necessities. Like boxers, shampoo and, other stuff. Stuff he never used before and doesn’t quite know how to use, even though he read about it and…
He shakes his head and leaves his apartment.
Ibiki is home. He really is. At least, Kakashi feels his chakra. Right? Kakashi swallows and knocks on the door, trying to ignore the anxiety in his legs, arms, stomach and head. He fiddles with his bag, and tries to breath like a normal person would to. Even though he is anything from normal. He is the Copy nin, a fierce warrior. A Shinobi. A man with power, knowledge and…
The door in front of him is opened, and reveals Ibiki. Ibiki who blinks a few times, before smiling softly and stepping aside. “Come in,” he says. His voice is low and gentle and Kakashi nods at it, stepping inside, moving past him, turmoil in h is stomach and his bag still in his hands. Until Ibiki grabs it and sets it aside.
“Have you just returned?” Ibiki asks. He closes the door behind Kakashi, with a low him in his question.
“Yeah, just grabbed a few things at my place.” Kakashi hesitates. He doesn’t know if he should head into the kitchen, to get a drink, or if he should go for the bathroom, because he did just came back from a mission. He didn’t even took a chance to shower at his own place. And he stinks, he knows it. He ran, he fought, he…
Ibiki places a hand on his shoulder and guides him through the hall. “This way for the bathroom. Let’s get you clean and checked up.” His hand is warm, and firm.
Kakashi swallows, nods and continues walking.
Ibiki’s bathroom is bigger than his own. Cleaner, also. Well the only thing inside Kakashi’s bathroom is dust. He doesn’t use it often.
“Places your clothes here, I will wash them. Did you bring a spare?” Ibiki walks in and out while he talks. Kakashi used the time to slowly strip himself of all of his clothing. No, not all, he keeps the mask in place.
“You didn’t pack other clothes. Just a boxer.” Ibiki places it on a stool in the bathroom and shrugs. “I’ll give you something of mine.” He walks out once more.
Kakashi bites his lips and wonders what Ibiki will bring him. Whatever it is, it will be big on him. Something he can snuggle in. He closes his eyes and turns towards the shower. Right, an unfamiliar shower. Which he doesn’t know how to operate. Perhaps he should just give himself a quick cleaning by the sink. Takes less time.
“Go on then, step inside.” Ibiki places a hand on his back and pushes just a little. “Want to take me on, on that offer I made?” He raises one eyebrow and smiles.
Kakashi swallows and frowns. He has no idea what the Interrogator is talking about and he is a tad embarrassed that he has no clue.
“I mean, I have to check your injuries. I can do that while I bathe you.”
Kakashi shivers. He closes his eyes, ignores his ass clenching together and finds himself nodding. Why is he nodding? He wants it yes, but still?
The water is turned on, and cascades onto him, soft and warm. Not harsh, like his own shower. Not hot, like at his place. No, it’s relaxing. Soothing.
A warm hand moves over his body. Scrubbing him gently, lathering him up and down, moving over every inch of visible skin. And even skin that is hidden, like, in between his, his ass cheeks. He opens his eyes at that moment, feels his muscles tense up and how his chest tightens and then, a pair of lips briefly touches his back. Right where he was wounded.
He bites his lip and clenches his ass, biting back the moan in the back of his throat. He clenches his hands into fists and reaches forwards, to find a wall, or anything really, to steady himself. Water falls over his hair, his face and down, over his back. He shivers and the pair of lips moves upwards, towards his neck.
“Won’t you get your clothes wet?” he asks. His mouth needs to be occupied, he has to ask, because if he loses himself, it’s no good.
“Which clothes?” Ibiki murmurs.
Kakashi whips his head around and lies his gaze upon Ibiki’s naked body. His, well endowed, scar covered and handsome body. Which is naked. And excited. At least, if Kakashi should trust his porn collection.
“I was smart enough to remove them before continuing my task of caring for you,” Ibiki says. He takes a step forwards and moves his hand up. He holds a bar of soap, which briefly reminds Kakashi of summer, although summer is hot and heavy, but this smell is not.
“Smart,” Kakashi says. He nods and turns his head back. Staring straight at the white tile in front of him.
“Sometimes I am,” Ibiki says. He pulls away from Kakashi for a moment. “And sometimes I utterly fail at all the mundane stuff.” He laughs, low and soft. “But I always give myself grace and try again.” He wraps his arms around Kakashi. Not just his arms, no, it’s with a towel.
He hoist Kakashi up and away from the shower, placing him in the middle of the bathroom. His hands move over Kakashi’s body, patting down, moving the towel around. He somehow also had ointment at the ready, which he applies with soft fingers, everywhere it is needed. He hands Kakashi his boxers, and then a pile of soft looking clothing, before drying himself. With the same towel.
Kakashi thinks it somehow feels like an indirect kiss and turns his head away. He gets dressed and stares down himself. At the over sized sweater he is wearing. And the soft pant underneath. It’s all soft, smooth, and somehow calming. It does smell like Ibiki. Kakashi leans his head down and takes a deep breath.
“Yeah, wore that last night to bed. Was the only thing remotely comfortable. Would want you in uniform when you just came back.” Ibiki pats on Kakashi’s bum. “Well, get your ass into the kitchen. I’ll make you a drink. Tea of coffee?”
“Tea, please,” Kakashi answers. He waits until Ibiki is out of the bathroom, before taking another beep breath and smiling underneath his mask. This is something he could get used to.
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