Complicated things | By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ibiki’s apartment is sparely decorated. A few pictures. A couch, dark, with a small table. The man himself is standing in the kitchen, rummaging through a cupboard. “Sit down,” he says without looking. “I’ll get everything ready.”
Kakashi slowly walks towards the kitchen, sitting down as Ibiki commanded it. The man didn’t commanded it, no he didn’t, but to be commanded by the man is a secret wish Kakashi has. It is in the back of his mind, right next to sharing a house with him and the teacher. But he keeps his lips sealed. And thus, he simply sits down, because Ibiki said so. Not because he demanded it. No sir.
“Let me check.” Ibiki turns around, with his arms full of medical stuff. Kakashi recognizes ointment, bandages, plasters and more. “It’s your arm, right? And your ribs?” Ibiki stands in front of Kakashi, with his eyes narrowed. “You have to remove some clothing.” He gestures at Kakashi’s torso.
The gesture, the words, they fall into Kakashi’s ears. They wrap around his throat and capture his breath. He nods, barely, and sets himself to work on removing his clothing. Mind you, only from his upper body. And without his mask. His face would give to much away.
Why is he doing this? Why is he undressing, right here, in Ibiki’s kitchen. He is not in the need of medical treatment. He should have gotten it as the Hokage’s. Heck, he should have gotten to the hospital. He doesn’t like getting medical treatment. It’s a way of saying that he failed. That his body held him back, that…
He turns his head to the side, to his arm, which stung, like a bee, and not a small bee but a gigantic enormous bee, wasp even?, stung him there.
Ibiki chuckles. “Have to clean it,” he says. He leans in, towards the wound on Kakashi’s arm. “Don’t you fret, I’ll give you a kiss when it’s wrapped up.” The big man chuckles.
Kakashi doesn’t react. He doesn’t know how. A kiss? From Ibiki? Must be a joke. To ease the mood. To make it less serious. Because, yes, Kakashi has to admit, the wound in his arm is a tad deep and it was a tad dirty and it did hurt and…
He turns his head again, to face the same arm. Now he sees clean bandages covering him, neatly packed and tucked away. Ibiki is skilled. And his hands are soft, somehow. They now travel towards Kakashi’s ribs.
Kakashi hisses. Not from the pain, no, it doesn’t hurt. It’s sensitive, yes, but the feeling he receives from those hands is a pleasant one. One which he dreamed about, thought about and more.
“Move a bit back, Copy nin. If you lean in like this, I can’t see.”
Kakashi complies immediately. He shoves his back against the chair, and keeps his head up, giving Ibiki all the access he needs.
Ibiki chuckles in return. His hands caresses Kakashi’s torso, putting a bit of pressure onto his ribs. “Does it hurt?” he asks.
Kakashi shakes his head, not trusting his voice to sound normal. He swallows and keeps his eyes onto the ceiling. It’s a nice, white ceiling, with a simple lamp. Completely standard. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Right, I will apply some ointment.”
Ibiki’s hands move away for one brief moment, only to return with a cold substance. Kakashi shivers, and closes his eyes. His nipples react, he can feel them harden underneath Ibiki’s touch. He bites his lip, to give him something else to focus on. If he keeps his attention on Ibiki’s hands, it will not only be his nipples which are hard.
“There, done.”
Ibiki takes a step back and wipes his hands on his own trousers. There is a smile on his lips and he nods. “The Hokage told me that you would probably wind up somewhere for medical aid.” He shakes his head. “Not wanting to burden the hospital?” He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.
Kakashi’s cheeks burn and he is grateful for his mask. He turns his head away, searching for his clothes. “I am sorry for burdening you,” he whispers. Because, not burdening the hospital means burdening somebody else. That thought along tugs at his stomach and the guild fills his body.
Ibiki laughs. “Right, yes, you burden me.” His laugh is deep, warm and soft.
Kakashi swallows and takes a moment to cover himself with his clothes. He was wounded, he failed and now he is a burden. And half way dressed.
Ibiki chuckles and leans in, surprising Kakashi. The Head of Interrogation moves his face towards Kakashi’s arm, using his lips to softly place a kiss upon the fresh bandages. He pulls back, smile present on his lips, and nods. “There, a kiss.” He turns around. “Want a drink?”
Kakashi shakes his head, rises from the chair and moves to the door within seconds. “No, thank you, I’m leaving.” And he does. With a loud beating heart in his chest and a breath that is so not in tune with his normal routine.
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