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Telepathy	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ibiki opens his eyes and sits upright in his bed. It’s pitch dark, he can’t see a thing, his heart is racing and for the first time in years, he is experiencing a certain excitement underneath his bed sheets. Heat moves up his face and he lies back down again. The feeling doesn’t fade.
It’s normal, he knows that. It happens to everybody. Actually, no, it is not normal. Not for him. He doesn’t get… excited. Normal doesn’t work for him. He is covered in scars. He is big. He is scary. People fear him. Not only for his looks, but also for his job position. And his skills. And his presumed preferences.
It doesn’t bother him, since he isn’t interested in human contact like that. But hearing other Shinobi gossip about how he probably ties his bed partners up, is kind of disturbing. He has no idea what he likes, but tying a person up for sexual pleasure it probably not in it.
He sighs and shoves his blankets down. The heat in his body increases instantly and he moans. He snaps his mouth shut and pulls the blankets back up. It doesn’t help a bit. His skin is sensitive, like never before. His heart is racing and his dick is hard. Harder than it’s ever been.
He closes his eyes and moves a hand down to his now, fully throbbing member. It’s bin a while since he did something like this, he was age nineteen last time, but the solutions hasn’t changed. As far as he knows. He grabs the base of his cock and pinches a bit. His whole body tenses up, even his toes.
He blinks, frowns and moves the blankets back again. He shudders, licks his lips and sighs. Looks like it was a long time ago. How else would he be able to climax this quickly.
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“Sit down.” Tsunade-sama gestures at the chair and closes the door behind Ibiki’s back. Ibiki follows the order without a second thought and sits down.
Only for a nervous feeling to settle in the bottom of his stomach. He puts his hands on his lap and looks around, noticing Hatake-sama sitting on the window sil.
Ibiki raises an eyebrow and turns to the Hokage. “You wanted to take a look at my knee,” he says.
She smiles at him and nods. “Yes. I told Hatake about you drinking the liquid and he wants to test something.” The smile on her lips looks strange. “SO, look into his eyes. Deeply. Well. His one visible eye.”
Ibiki swallows and turns to Hatake-sama. Tension frows in his body, for no reason. His mouth goes dry and his bad leg shakes a bit.
Hatake-sama slips of the window sil and advances towards Ibiki. He hops onto the desk in front of him and leans in.
They stare at each other. Ibiki breathes through his nose, trying to calm himself. His heart is racing again, just like last night. And, are his hands a bit sweaty?
“Are you hearing his thoughts?” Tsunade-sama moves in between them and looks from Ibiki to Hatake-sama and back again. “Anything? He said he had to use chakra to hold onto the bottles. So, his thought you could read his thoughts.”
Ibiki coughs and moves back. “I can’t read them.” He says. A wash of relief moves over him instantly. He takes a deep breath and wonders what is wrong with him.
Hatake-sama straightens his back and grabs his trusted book out of his inner pocket. “Good. It would be bad if you could read my mind.”
Ibiki leans back and folds his arms over each other. “Are you hiding some secrets? Be aware that I am the Head of Interrogation. I can pull any secret out of mostly anybody.” He must admit that pulling a secret out of Hatake-sama would be a challenge, but with enough time, he could pull it off. He chuckles and stops.
Fear rushes through his legs, up his body, locking the air in his lungs. His throat feels thick. He swallows and looks down his lap, noticing that his bad knee is stirring a bit.
“Alright. No luck there. Well, we could try another bottle.” Tsunade-sama walks around her desk and sits down. “I’ll inspect the other bottles first, so we’ll get back to it after a couple of days.” She brings her hands together and looks up. “This is it for now. Let’s move on to your leg. Get up and pull your pants down.
Ibiki can’t help it. He widens his eyes. Sure, Hatake-sama is a comrade, and his face is hidden behind his porn book, but he is still present. And somehow, unlike before, that makes Ibiki nervous. And something else.
He closes his eyes and does exactely what Tsunade-sama asked from him. Because he might be nervous, but that won’t stop him. He is still a Shinobi from Konoha. And the Head of Interrogation. What’s the harm in getting up and pulling his pants down? It will only reveal his knee. And his boxer covered crotch.
Heat pools in his stomach, through his chest and up to his face. He bites down on the inside of his cheek and swallows.
“Are you alright?” Tsunade-sama’s face is full of worry. “I knew it, I should have checked it yesterday.” She is next to him within seconds, pushing him down onto the chair.
Hatake-sama moves to his other side, porn book out of sight and a hand on Ibiki’s shoulder.
The heath is gone from Ibiki’s body. It’s replaced with concern. A thick layer of concern, layered with guilt. So much concern and guilt. That is not what he feels. No. It’s on top of what he feels.
Ibiki closes his eyes, shakes his head and opens his mouth. “Does any of you feel different from usual?” He asks. The concerning, guilt written feeling immediately intensifies. Ibiki grits his teeth. “Hatake-sama, please leave.” The concern rises again. It tightens his stomach. The guilt pushes down onto him, hard.
“What are you talking about?” Tsunade-sama asks.
“I am experiencing feelings, which are probably not mine,” Ibiki answers. He opens his eyes and looks up, staring straight into Hatake-sama’s one visible eye. Almost instantly a cold rush moves through his chest. One blink later, and the feeling is gone. Just like Hatake-sama himself.
Silence fills the office. Tsunade-sama coughs. “How about now?” she asks. She scoots a bit closer to him. “What do you feel?”
Ibiki mentally checks himself. “Tired,” he says. He straightens his back. “Heavy.”
She nods and frowns. “I’ll just go ahead and finish this examination. After that, we’ll discuss this situation.” Her hands move over his skin. Over his knee, where she prods and pushes. It stings a bit, but he ignores it. It’s better than the weight of concern and guilt.
“Right. Looks like an ointment will do for now.” She pats him on his knee and rises to her feet. “About the liquid.”
Ibiki shakes his head. “I felt what he was feeling,” he says with a shrugs. “That is all.”
“It seemed more than that,” she says. One of her eyebrows is raised. “More important. More intruding.” She narrows her eyes.
He straightens his back. “That was all. Maybe the intell was wrong.”
“It could be. Let me think.” The silence that follows is long. “I have an excellent idea.”
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