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Liquid Trap	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here is another chapter. I hope you enjoy it. There is a bit of smut at the end. Just a bit.
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Ibiki frowns and looks at the papers in front of him. Interrogation went well, and there is nothing to worry about that. But something is bothering him. Like something is about to happen. Something unexpected. He snorts. Right, he is a Shinobi, not someone who can predict the future. He shakes his head and places the papers onto one stack.
His door is opened and he looks up, expecting Anko to barge in and tell him something about Gai. She likes the green clothed man. He knows. She tells him about him every day. Woman can’t shut her mouth. And yet she can’t muster the courage to tell the Blue Beast of Konoha about her feelings. Ibiki shakes his head and brings a hand to his scalp, rubbing over his bandana, waiting for the woman to tell him everything, again.
There is no sound and he looks up.
Hatake Kakashi is standing in front of his desk. He has his hands tucked into his pockets and his hips pushed forwards. Why is he standing there?
Ibiki frowns and leans forwards. “Why are you here?” he asks. He narrows his eyes and rises from his chair. “Is there something wrong?”
Kakashi is in front of him within seconds. “There is,” he says. His masked nose is against Ibiki’s nose, touching him. “Not with Konoha, though.” He closes his visible eye and sighs. “There is something wrong with me.”
Ibiki pushes his lips together and stares at the man in front of him. He finds it strange that the Copy nin would come to him, if there is something wrong. The man should know better. He should head towards the Hokage and get himself checked.
“What is wrong?” Ibiki asks. It could be that the Copy nin was hit by a jutsu and doesn’t know what to do about it. Or that he already went by Tsunade-sama’s office and that the lady told him to come to Ibiki.
“Well, you see, I just came back from a mission.” Hatake-san is fiddling. He is swaying his body a bit. Nervous? Ibiki narrows his eyes and looks down. He frowns. Kakashi’s feet are close to his own. “And it seems that I have some needs,” Kakashi says. He lifts his foot and places it next to Ibiki’s, effectively pushing his abdomen against Ibiki.
Ibiki glances up again, right into Kakashi’s both eyes. Both eyes? The red Sharingan is twirling around. The man was talking about needs. After a mission. Ibiki widens his eyes and glances at Kakashi’s again. The man is talking about tension relieve.
Ibiki’s cheeks heat up. Should he tell the man he never had another man before? Scratch that, he never had anybody before. Sure, he was tortured and there were people who touched him in inappropriate places, but he never has sex. He wasn’t raped. That was his luck. Then again, if he is a virgin, how can he help Hatake?
“Do you know what I am talking about?” Kakashi asks. He leans towards Ibiki, dropping his head onto Ibiki’s shoulder.
“I do,” Ibiki states. Even if he is a virgin, there are enough ways to help Hatake-san relieve his tension. Ibiki is a Shinobi of Konoha, he can take it all.
“Good,” the Copy nin says. Ibiki blinks. There is a pair of lips on his own. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, letting Hatake-san’s tongue in. The man grabs Ibiki’s shoulders and pushes him backwards to his chair. Ibiki’s knees buckle and he falls back on the chair. He swallows in the motion and opens his eyes. The hands are gone and Ibiki blinks.
The mask is back in place and Hatake-san is standing behind the desk again. “That was too fast, I apologize.” Hatake-san bows and takes a step back.
Ibiki lifts his hand and shakes his head. “No,” he says. “I can handle it.” Did that sound desperate? There is something stirring in his pants. Something he never thought would ever stir.
Hatake-san stops his movement and turns around again. “Are you?” he asks. “Get up.”
Ibiki complies without a second thought. “I want you to pleasure yourself,” Hatake-san says. Ibiki drops his hands to his crotch. “No, not now.” Ibiki stops his hands from moving and frowns. “When you come home after work, I want you to pleasure yourself. I want you to get home, undress and lie down on your bed. I want you to climax.”
Ibiki swallows and tenses him muscles. He understands what the Copy nin is saying. Go home, get undressed and pleasure himself. He gets that. He doesn’t get why the Copy nin is demanding that from him.
“I will know if you do it or not.” Hatake-san narrows his one eye at Ibiki and places a hand on the desk. “Now, come over here.” Ibiki walks around the desk and stops in front of the Copy nin. “Close your eyes.” Ibiki closes his eyes without hesitating, wondering why he does that. The Copy nin is not allowed to talk to him like this, tension or not.
“Now, kiss me,” Hatake-san demands.
Ibiki blindly reaches his hands out, cupping Hatake-san’s face in the palms of his hands. He pulls him close and kisses him. Gentle. That is the way he likes it. Not that he kissed much, actually, when was the last time? But he doesn’t like it rough. A kiss should be gentle. And if he is being completely honest, he wants a kiss without a mask.
He breaks the kiss, keeping his eyes closed. “Thank you. I’ll take my leave now. I will know when you don’t comply my demands.” There is a swirl of wind and Ibiki opens his eyes. His office is empty. There is a tug at his stomach and he wonders why.
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Kakashi brings a hand to his chest and sighs. That was close. He looks down to his trembling hands and closes his eyes. It was really close. He takes a deep breath, sighs and shakes his head. Morino did everything he demanded him to do. Everything. Getting up, walking… Kakashi brings a hand to his masked lips and swallows. The Head of Interrogation even kissed him.
“Are you alright, Hatake-sama?”
Kakashi looks up, at Iruka. The teacher is standing in front of him, worried look on his face. He is holding a stack of papers, obviously meant for Morino, as they are right outside the office of the man.
“I am not,” he says. This is a Chuunin. He knows. But perhaps it is better to test the liquid on another man, just in case. What happened inside Morino Ibiki’s office was quite strange. It felt too real. “I drank from this bottle and I think it is affecting me. Could you drink the remaining liquid and tell me what you feel?” Kakashi holds out the bottle in front of Iruka’s face.
The teacher stares at it with a frown. “I need to drink it?” he asks. He glances at Kakashi. Kakashi nods eagerly and shakes the bottle. He places one hand on Iruka’s naked neck and pulls him close. “Please, sensei, it is a matter of life and death.”
Iruka narrows his eyes. “If it is, why don’t you head towards the Hokage. She is a really good medic, or so I’ve heard.” He takes a step back.
Kakashi grits his teeth. “Not my life,” he says. He glances at the door. “The life of Ibiki. Drink it.” He pushes the bottle towards Iruka’s mouth. The man really needs to drink it and Kakashi doesn’t want to kiss him. Well, he does in a way, but not for this.
“Fine.” Iruka sighs, holds the stack with one hand and grabs the bottle with his free hand. “Open it up for me,” he says. Kakashi happily complies and the teacher downs the whole drink in one gulp. He swallows a second time and blinks.
“Tell me what you are feeling,” Kakashi says, his hand still on Iruka’s naked neck.
“I feel you hand on my neck. The stack of papers in my hand. And there is an itch just above my eye. I want to scratch that. And I feel kind of awkward for telling you all this.” Iruka shuts his mouth and looks up at Kakashi’s visible eye.
“That is what you feel?” Kakashi looks up to the ceiling and places a hand on his chin. “Well, I guess I know enough for now. Thank you, Iruka-sensei.” He nods and walks away.
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Ibiki walks out of his office. Anko came in just after Hatake-san left. Instead of her usual talk about Gai, she was asking him if he was feeling alright. Ibiki sighs and shakes his head. It took him ages to get her out his office. She can be a bit persistent.
He sighs and walks out of the building, crossing the street. It is way after the usual business time, all the shops are closed. He closes his eyes and continues his route home. There is no time to shop. Not only are the stalls closed, but he has a mission to take care off.
He enters his apartment and closes the door behind him. The wood feels familiar. He sighs and walks towards his bedroom, taking of his clothes. He blinks and stares at his hands. This is not how it usually goes. He frowns and glances at the door. His hands tremble and he clenches them to fists.
He should be drinking a cup of coffee first. And then another. And then he should just head straight to bed. That is what he should be doing. He tries to turn around. And takes off his shirt. He frowns, takes a step towards his bedroom door and takes off his pants. He swallows and watches his hands again. They tremble even more. His legs are unsteady and he walks towards the bed, sitting down.
He is doing what Hatake-san told him to do. His cock twitches and he swallows. What does this mean? He glances down at the bulge in his briefs. Is he really going to do this? He bites his lips. He never did this before either. Just taking a cold shower to get rid of his hard on. He closes his eyes and falls back on the bed. His hand sneaks towards the end of his briefs and he places his feet on the edge of his bed, lifting his butt up in the air. In one movement he takes down his briefs.
He is still very flexible. Perhaps the Copy nin likes that. He snorts. What is there to like about him? He closes his eyes. He never had sex before, is covered in scars. His whole body is deformed and there is nothing he can do about it. He is good at his job, that is true. Then again, that is all he is good at. He bites his lip and catches himself tugging at his cock.
He is doing it. For Hatake. There is no denying it. He moves his other hand down and grabs his balls. That feels good. Why didn’t he do this before? He moans. His cock is thick in his hands, it feels strange. He brings one hand up and spits into if, bringing it down. Cool.
There is rustling outside his window and he stops, opening one eye. His window. He never closed the curtains. Is Hatake-san watching him right now? He swallows and moves his hand up and down. Somehow the thought of Hatake-san watching him make his more excited. He closes his eyes and moves his hand faster. Why would the Copy nin demand he pleasure himself? He bites his lip and holds back a moan. Would that prove the man his tension needs can be taken care of?
Ibiki moves his hands faster, moaning loudly. Hatake-san watching him. No, kissing him again. His hands dragging over his body, stopping at his stomach and teasing him there. Fuck. Ibiki bucks his hips towards his hand and moans again. His tongue darts out and licks his lips. His balls are tightening. Is he close?
His thoughts head back towards the Copy nin, grinning behind his mask. He should not think about that. But he does. And his hand moves up and down, teasing himself, grabbing his balls. He bucks his hips and tenses up, shooting his load over his stomach.
Fuck.
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