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A piece of power	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There is a new set of rumors, Ibiki notices. He exits his office as he hears them.
"The Copy nin is crawling for him."
"No, not crawling, lusting. After him."
"And not only him."
"Indeed. They are all three, together."
"And tonight... I heard they are going at it, tonight."
"Can you imagine? The Copy nin begging, whimpering underneath Morino-sama. The teacher there next to it. Both of them forced to undergo every command Morino-sama gives."
Ibiki widens his eyes, takes a step back and shuts his door. How strange these events can turn. He was only trying to be a tad more social. And now they think he does something like that to the Copy nin. With the Copy nin. And the teacher.
Ibiki sighs. He has no idea what to do next. He doesn't even know if he wants this. A relationship. He opens the door again and steps outside. He has to, no use in sitting in his office.
"Ready for dinner?"
Ibiki blinks and turns his gaze to the man next to him.
Hatake-sama's visible eye twinkles. He is eager. Like last time.
Ibiki nods at him. It is power. It looks like the man wants it. "I'm ready," he answers. He wonders is he like the power.
"Hatake-sama lifts his hands, right to Ibiki's shoulders. "Can I teleport you to my place?" he asks. He leans towards Ibiki and closes his eye. "Please," he adds.
Ibiki blinks. There are several Shinobi surrounding them. All equally curious. All wondering and looking. And even with those witnesses, Hatake-sama still asks it like that.
Ibiki's blood runs cold. It is power. Perhaps a bit too much. He doesn't know if he can handle that. He closes his eyes, lift a hand to the back of Hatake-sama's head and pulls him close. His mouth is next to Hatake-sama's ear. "Listen, pup," he whispers, "the play, the game, all of it, it's a secret." He pulls back and glances at Hatake-sama's eyes.
There is fear in it.
Ibiki widens his eyes, closes them and sighs. Great. What now?
"Yes, you may, Hatake-sama."
The curious crowd gasps.
Hatake-sama doesn't. He narrows his visible eye, snorts and nods. "Good," he says. There is a strange emotion in his eye. His hold on Ibiki's shoulders tightens.
It only takes a moment.
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Hatake-sama's place is bare. No pillows, no candles. Nothing like Umino-san's place. It's more like Ibiki's place. Except Hatake-sam's has pictures. Ibiki smiles at that and figures his own place is bare. He has no pictures. All his furniture is practical. Nothing special there.
"I made dinner." Hatake-sama gestures at his table. Umino-san is already seated and smiles at Ibiki. "I hope you like mushrooms."
Ibiki glances down. His stomach tightens and his mouth waters. Mushrooms. He likes those. He nods adn sits down next to Umino-san.
This is socializing. Eating with others. With them. This is what he wanted.
"So, Morino-sams, what was that all about?" Hatake-sama places a plate full of the mushroom dish towards Ibiki and sits down. "I don't mind you calling me Hatake-sama. But it's quite unclear why."
He pulls his mask down and smirks.
Ibiki supresses a shiver and ignores the curious glance from Umino-san. He grabs his fork and takes his first bite. The dish is good. And it gives him time to think. He chews and swallows, licks his lips and raises his gaze to meet Hatake-sama's eyes.
He never stopped calling him Hatake-sama in his mind.
"Do you want me to belittle you in front of everybody?" he asks. He raises one eyebrow. "Do you enjoy that?"
Hatake-sama's smirk falters. His face turns blank and he blinks.
Ibiki snorts. "I don't want other Shinobi to think less of you." He jabs his fork into the mushrooms again and takes another bite. Chewing slowly. Wondering about what he is going to say.
Hatake-sama is sporting a blush. Not a small one either. A big, cheek hugging, neck glowing and red ears kind of blush.
Ibiki averts his eyes down, not knowing how to react. Should he even react? He glances at Umino-san, who is equally blushing. Blushing and smiling.
"Now they will think less of you," Hatake-sama says.
Ibiki blinks. He didn't think of that. Should he think about it? He swallows the mushrooms, those delicious mushrooms, and shrugs. "I'm used to stares, whispers and all that." And he is. He is the one with the most scars. With holes in his head. A deformed body.
Hatake-sama makes an unidentified sound. It forces Ibiki to raise his eyes again. The Copy nin has his eyes narrowd. And his hands are clenched into fists. Looks deadly.
Ibiki swallows and places his fork down. Those mushrooms are delicious, but there is something going on that needs his attention. He frowns and tries to control the uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"You shouldn't." Hatake-sama growls. He grits his teeth. "You can control me. Everywhere. Even with me being above you in rank." He pushes himself uprigth. "That's the whole fucking point."
Umino-san shudders next to IBiki. He takes a deep breath and bites his lips, glancing sideways at Ibiki.
Ibiki's mind is realing. This is not going according to his plan. He didn't have a plan. Inwardly, he curses.
Outwardly, he smirks, licks his lips and nods towards his plate. "Tastes good," he says. He stares into Hatake-sama's eyes and opens his mouth. "Pup."
Hatake-sama freezes. His eyes widen and the red color is back in full force. He sits down and brings a hand to the back of his head. He closes his eyes. "Does is please you?" he asks.
Ibiki doesn't answer. He grabs his fork and continues eating, cleaning the plate.
Umino-san does the same.
Ibiki scrapes the last of his mushrooms and eats them. A sip of water follows and he sighs, putting his glass down.
Hatake-san jumps a bit at the sound the glass makes. He settles on his chair and bites his lip.
Ibiki nods. "It pleases me." He shoves his plate away, folds his arms over each other and leans back in his chair. "What is for dessert?"
Hatake-sama gasps. He blinks, swallows and widens his eyes. "Dessert?" he asks.
Ibiki bends his head to hide his expression. He needs to figure out what he wants. With these men. He can't back out of it. Not when the effects of al the things he is doing are this cute. It stirs something inside of him. But, he knows, it is not going to be just casual.
"I want dessert in the bedroom," Umino-san says.
"Oh, yes," Hatake-sama nods and jumps up. He glances at Ibiki and hesitates. "Do you want dessert in the bedroom, Morino-sama?" he asks.
Ibiki is still debating with his inner self. He nods, just to answer the question.
Hatake-sama coughs and rises from his chair. He walks around the table and stops in front of Ibiki. "Do you want dessert in the bedroom?" he asks. He places a hand on Ibiki's shoulder and leans in, brining his mouth near Ibiki's ear.
Ibiki turns his gaze to the Copy nin and blinks. He already nodded. So why would the man ask his question again? Ibiki narrows his eyes and nods a second time, slowly. So the man sees his answer.
Hatake-sama sighs. He takes a deep breath, frowns, nods and asks the question again.
Ibiki responses in the same manner as before.
Hatake-sama growls. The look on his face is an angry one. He blinks, shakes his head and kneels down.
"Morino-sama, apologies. Do you want dessert in the bedroom?" he asks. He places his forehead against Ibiki's tight. "Can you answer vocally? Out loud?" he asks.
Ibiki widens his eyes, mentally slapping himself. Right. Vocally. "Yes," he says.
Hatake-sama looks up. There is a smile on his face. He bites his lip and nods. "Right," he says. He turns around and gestures at a door. "Head that way, please."
Ibiki blinks and wonders what he agreed to. Dessert in the bedroom? That must be a kind of code. He never heard of it.
Hatake-sama tilts his head, frowns and slumps his shoulders. "Please, Morino-sama." He gestures again.
Ibiki rises to his feet. Who could resist a begging Copy nin? The thought falls down his body, nesting inside his stomach into a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Hatake-sama leads the way to a small bedroom. Well, it is a large room, with a large bed inside, which leaves almost no room for anything else. So a large bed and less room.
It's a firm bed. Ibiki sits on it and pushes a hand down the fabric.
Umino-san reaches for Ibiki's crotch and Ibiki widens his eyes. He grabs a hold of Umino-san's hands and holds them up high. "I thought I would be getting dessert," he says. What else can he say when the teacher attacks his private area so suddenly?
The teacher squirms in his grib. "I thought I had to grab what I wanted." He clutches his eyes shut.
Ibiki blinks at that. Umino-san was going for his crotch. What could the teacher want? To hold him under control? Ibiki looks down and realises that a certain body part of him is awake. That is what happend when you pay attention towards it. Ibiki shakes his head. "There is a time and place for everything," he says. He is talking towards his own body, but Umino-san is the one to react.
"Are you telling me..." He blinks. "Are you telling me to grab something else first?" He visibly swallows.
Ibiki smirks, locks eyes with him and nods.
Umino-san grins and licks his lips again. He leans forward, freeing his hands before placing them on Ibiki's shoulders. His arms tremble and he closes his eyes. WIth pouted lips he advances towards Ibiki's face. Closer and closer, untill he captures Ibiki's lips with his own.
Ibiki closes his eyes. The teacher wants this. Kissing. And touching, it seems. Umino-san's hand moves over Ibiki's torso, slding underneath the fabric.
Ibiki pulls his head back, panting for breath. He opens his eyes, finding himself looking at the Copy nin.
The famous Copy nin, Hatake-sama, the one with a thousand jutsu. That one. He is standing in front of the bed, with his arms folded over each other and a pout on his lips.
Cute.
Ibiki chuckles and for reasons unknown he reaches one hand out, beckoning the jounin with one finger.
Hatake-sama widens his eyes, walks towards the bed and sits down next to Ibiki and Umino-san. "What do you want me to do, Morino-sama?" he asks.
Ibiki supresses a shudder. This is really too much. His stomach tightens and he bites the inside of his cheek. What would other Shinobi say if they saw the Copy nin like this? Would they be equally plagued by a fire burning in their loins?
The person on his lap shifts and grabs his arm. "Morino-sama, I've got my kiss. But I'm not satisfied at all." Umino-san places his head onto Ibiki's shoulder. "What is the next step?"
Ibiki swallows. The fire is slowly burning and getting hotter by the minute. His head is dizzy. "I need a break," He says.
Umino-san's and Hatake-sama's reaction are both equally hilarious, Ibiki decides. The mouth of the teacher falls open and he utters some incorhent words. The Copy nin simply whines. Loudly.
"But all I did was kiss," Umino-san stammers. He looks frustrated, with a frown on his face and his arms folded over each other in front of his chest.
"I did ask. I didn't take." Hatake-sama growls and leans in. "I've been a..." He stops his sentence, making Ibiki turn his head and raise an eyebrow in question.
Hatake-sama bites his bottom lip. "I've been a..." He shakes his head. "A good boy." His cheeks, ears and neck are all red.
Ibiki smirks. "You are a good boy, pup." He reaches out and scratches Hatake-sama's, no, Kakashi's chin. "A very good boy."
Umino-san gasps. "I get it." He jumps from Ibiki's lap, straight to tackle Kakashi. Who, in return, grabs the teachers shoulders and throws him onto the bed. He pushes him down and lies on top of him.
Both are out of breath.
Ibiki's mouth waters. He swallows and closes his eyes for a second. Something is wrong with him. The two men next to him, breathless and on top of each other, he likes it. Or well, his body does. At least, it's more than plain old socializing.
He opens his eyes. Kakashi and Iruka are staring at each other. Staring and panting. Ibiki wants to push his hands down Kakashi's back. To force him down, to kiss the teacher. He coughs, trying to get rid of the thoughts haunting his brain.
Both men immediately turns their heads towards him. Eyes wide open.
Iruka is the first to react. "Gomen, Morino-sama," he says. He puts his elbows down onto the mattrass and pushes himself up. "What do you want?"
Ibiki doesn't answer. He stares.
Kakashi pushes the teacher back. "I guess it is something along these lines." He leans down and captures Iruka's lips with his own.
Ibiki mouth falls open. That is how they look when they are kissing. Do they look the same when they are kissing him? Kakashi's hands roam over Iruka's body, grabbing a hold on his sides. Iruka seems pleased by the touch, arching into it and making sounds. He's moaning, Ibiki realises. The teacher is moaning and damn, he is close to making the same sound himself.
Kakashi breaks the kiss and turns to Ibiki. He smirks. "Is this good, Morino-sama?" he asks
Ibiki grunts. He needs more. There is no logical explanation for it, but he needs more. He craves it. His lower abdomen demands it from him.
"Is that a yes?" Kakashi asks. He bites his lip.
"It's a yes," Ibiki says. He smirks. "It's good. Not enough, but in the right direction." He places a hand on Kakashi's back. "You're getting there. I am not completely satisfied."
Kakashi's face turns red again and his arms tremble. He swallows, turns his head back and leans in, ready to kiss again.
Iruka lets him. The teacher closes his eyes and sighs softly. As Kakashi's hands roam over his torso again, he breaks the kiss and moves his head to the side. "I'm hot," he says. He tugs at his shirts.
"You are," Kakashi whispers. He nuzzles Iruka's cheek. "No need to fish for compliments."
Iruka jabs the Copy nin in his side. Kakashi yelps and rolls over. "I'm hot," Iruka says again. He pulls at his shirt. "I need to wear less." He narrows his eyes and grins. "And so do you."
Ibiki's hands itch. He licks his lips and reacher down, to Iruka's shirt. The teacher whimpers. Ibiki ignores it and pulls the shirts up, revealing the slightly tanned skin from the teacher. He leans in, placing his nose against said skin.
The teacher is hot.
Time to cool him down.
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So, I don't know when I will upload the next chapter. WHen I feel like writing a smut scene I think.
Not now anyway.
But, so far, I hope you've enjoyed it.
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