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The hands of the Hokage	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That teacher is there, in the same room as the meeting with the Hokage will be held. The one that rescued that Naruto boy. Umino Iruka. Ibiki nods at him and sits down next to him. The teacher returns his nod with a smile and places his hands in his lap.
“Who would’ve thought that I would be the Head of the Academy?” Umino-san whispers.
Ibiki smiles at that. The man is a good teacher. His heart is in the right place. Everybody knows that. The man rescued Naruto, stood up for Konoha many times and is friendly. Completely different from the Hokage. The man that is sitting at the desk in front of them. And is currently smiling underneath his mask, with his visible eye closed and his hands underneath his chin.
“Well, I thought about it before. And, since I am the Hokage now, I could make it happen.” Hatake-sama nods.
Umino-san smiles and scratches the scar on his nose. His cheeks are a bit red. Ibiki smiles at that. The Hokage is still a man he does not give his respects to, but he was right to make this teacher the Head of the Academy. That is true.
“Well, since you are the Head of the Academy, and since Morino-san is the Head of Interrogation, I thought this meeting was in order.” Hatake-sama brings his hands together and leans back in his chair. “You both excel at what you do and I think you can learn from each other.”
Umino-san blinks and glances at Ibiki. “Thank you for the compliment, Hokage-sama,” he says. He smiles at Ibiki. “I am able to learn a lot from Morino-sama. I don’t think I am able to teach him a lot.” He scratches his nose again.
Ibiki swallows and folds his arms over each other. He opens his mouth to tell the teacher that he is in the wrong, but the Hokage is quicker.
“Iruka, drop the formalities. Just call me Kakashi. We go way back.” The Hokage nods. “And about you teaching him, there is a lot you can teach him.” Hatake-sama opens his eye and stares at Ibiki.
Ibiki stares back. The gaze is intense, but he is used to it. He is not the Head of Interrogation for nothing. He smirks and nods, opening his mouth again. And again, the Hokage beats him to it.
“He doesn’t know how to respect me yet.” Hatake-sama rises from his chair. He walks towards the right side of the chamber and grabs the back of a chair. He pulls it towards the desk and puts it down in front of it. He nods at Iruka and sits down.
Ibiki widens his eyes and backs away in his chair. This can’t be happening. He didn’t say a word. He wanted to agree with him. He frowns and looks into the eyes of the Hokage. Well, the single eye that is visible anyway.
Iruka shifts uneasy in his seat. He must feel that there is something up. “Is everything all right?” he asks.
The Hokage turns his gaze towards Iruka and nods. “Oh, for me, it is.” He turns his eyes towards Ibiki. “For him, it is not.” He narrows his visible eye and sighs. “Iruka, I want you to sit down there and watch. Just watch. Don’t move, don’t speak. Don’t interrupt either.” The Hokage turns his face to look at the teacher again. “Understand?” he asks.
Iruka frowns and clenches his hands on top of his knees. He nods, glances at Ibiki and nods again. “Yes, Hokage-sama.”
“Call me Kakashi, Iruka. We go way back.”
“Yes, Kakashi.”
The Hokage pats on his lap. “Come over here, Ibiki,” he says.
Ibiki blinks and holds his breath. His mind is racing, again, like last time. He shakes his head. “No,” he says. He tells it in a soft tone. No anger present. There is no teasing tone either. “I didn’t say anything that could’ve agitated you, Hokage-sama.” He has to admit, that hot gaze is doing something to him. To his gut. “I haven’t said anything yet, since the start of this meeting.”
The Hokage chuckles. “That is true. You didn’t say anything.” He turns his upper body and reaches for something on his desk. “But look at this. Just look at this and tell me what you read.” He holds out a piece of paper in front of Ibiki’s face.
Ibiki scans the words. He blinks and looks over the paper towards the Hokage. The Hokage must be smirking underneath the mask that he wears.
“Read it out loud, Morino-san,” the Hokage says.
Ibiki takes a deep breath and starts reading: “When entering the room, Ibiki opened the door and let Umino Iruka pass first. He closed the door and sat down, not once nodding towards the Hokage. This counts as one slap. He smiled when Iruka spoke softly. Another slap. After the Hokage gave him a compliment, he doesn’t thank the Hokage. One slap. There is even a smirk on his face. Another slap. This adds up to a total of four.”
Ibiki closes his mouth and swallows. He bites his lips and closes his eyes. “My apologies,” he says. It is better to apologize now, than to be slapped on his bare butt in front of Umino-san. “I didn’t mean to be this rude.”
Iruka gasps and shakes his head. “I do think you are overreacting, Hokage-sama.” The Hokage-sama coughs and Iruka sighs. “I mean, Kakashi. You are overreacting.”
The Hokage sighs. “I get what you mean. The smiling part can also be a nice thing.” He shakes his head. “Three then.” He pats at his lap. “Rise from your chair Morino.” He cocks his head. “If you want to walk away like you did last time…” He coughs. “You know that I am well able to catch you. For now, it is in this room that I will give you your punishment. If you don’t want it to happen now, I can always give you your punishment in… lets’ say… the Mission Room.”
Ibiki freezes. The Hokage is well able to stun him and slap his bare bottom in the Mission Room. There is no doubt about that. His chest is tight all of a sudden. He tries to breathe like he normally does. But it is hard. And it is not the only thing that is hard at the moment. He swallows and rises from his chair.
Iruka wants to speak, but the Hokage hushes him.
Ibiki takes two steps towards the Hokage. He moves his hands towards his belt and unbuckles it. He closes his eyes and places his hands on top of his pants, ready to take it down. But he shouldn’t, not like this. Not when his body is already in this state.
“Good boy.”
There is no need for Ibiki to move his hands. The Hokage pulls down his pants and briefs. He even places a hand on Ibiki’s back, pulling him towards himself.
Ibiki let’s himself be pulled. He lies down over the lap of the Hokage and bites his lips. The hands of the Hokage lie on his lower back. They are warm and the heath goes straight towards Ibiki’s gut. He suppresses a shiver and wonders how he ended up on the lap of the Hokage. He shouldn’t wonder, he walked there himself.
“I am going to ask you a question,” Hatake-sama says. “Last time, you earned a rub on your behind. Do you want to start with that rub or do you want to have those three slaps on each of your cheeks first?”
Ibiki blinks. That was a question that also did something to his gut. “Slap,” he answers. He doesn’t know why, but it sounded like the Hokage wanted to slap him first. He should keep him happy.
“Good boy.” The hand is lifted from his back. “Don’t forget to count.” The hand comes down on his ass cheek and Ibiki’s breath hitches in his throat. “One,” he says.
The Hokage chuckles and adds another slap to Ibiki’s butt.
“Two,” Ibiki says. He braces himself for the next one. The sting of the first two is harsh and it is something he doesn’t like. Not one bit. The Hokage slaps him for the last time. At least, on that cheek. “Three,” Ibiki says. His voice is coarse and his lips tremble.
“Stop,” Iruka says.
The hand of the Hokage is placed on Ibiki’s ass. “Why?” Hatake-sama asks. “Am I not good at disciplining him? Can you do a better job?” There is a chuckle in his voice. “Do you want to take a turn?”
“No, that is not it. But this is Morino Ibiki. The Head of Interrogation.”
“Ah, you are right.” The Hokage lifts his hand up again.
Ibiki frowns and opens his eyes. He glances at Iruka and blinks. The man is looking at him with a bright red blush on his cheeks. His mouth is open and his tongue darts out to lick those sweet lips. At least, they look sweet.
The Hokage slaps Ibiki’s other ass, hard. Harder than before. Ibiki clenches his butt cheeks, closes his eyes and gasps. “One,” he says. He glances at Iruka again.
Iruka widens his eyes and blinks. He opens his mouth again.
The Hokage slaps down. Equally hard and with a chuckle.
“Two,” Ibiki grunts. He has trouble keeping his voice steady and his body limp. The legs of the Hokage are rubbing against his crotch again. Against his cock, to be more exact. His hard cock. He presses his lips together and holds his breath. The next slap will be the last.
He closes his eyes and waits.
“You look shocked, Iruka. Are you?” the Hokage asks.
“I am. You are slapping the Head of Interrogation. He lies on your lap with his butt bare. His ass cheeks are red,” Iruka whispers. He coughs. “The man who is responsible for interrogation the prisoners. The man who underwent a lot of torture himself is lying on your lap.”
“Indeed.” The Hokage slaps down again. This time even harder than before.
Ibiki groans and clenches his eyes shut. His hands are fists and there is a cramp in his left foot. “Three,” he whispers.
“I didn’t think this through I believe.” Hatake-sama’s hand is on Ibiki’s lower back again. “You are right. There is no need for me to punish the Head of Interrogation like this. The man is probably used to something like this.” His hand moves over Ibiki’s ass and pinches him. “I need to come up with something else. Perhaps tying him to something would help.”
“I don’t think you need to punish him with pain.” Iruka rises from his chair and walks towards the pair.
“Ah, yes. He is used to pain.” The Hokage rubs his hand over Ibiki’s ass.
Ibiki’s cheeks, those on his face, burn and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His cock likes the hands of the Hokage now, rubbing his ass and kneading him. If his cock would be in charge of thinking, he would be moaning right now. But he is still sane, and he keeps his mouth shut.
“You are right, Iruka. You see, that is why I made you Head of the Academy.” The Hokage places a hand on each ass cheek. “There is no need to punish this man with pain.” He slowly pulls at the ass cheeks, moving them away from each other. “I need to do it with pleasure.” One finger moves in between Ibiki’s ass cheeks and slowly rubs over his asshole.
Ibiki widens his eyes. His muscles tense up and he turns his head. His breath is caught in his throat. The Hokage, Hatake-sama, is smiling at him. There is no mask on his face.
“See, he is already behaving.”
Ibiki blinks and averts his eyes to Iruka. The teacher is staring at the Hokage as well. Eyes wide open, as is his mouth. He shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”
The Hokage chuckles and leans down. “But I do. I am going to punish this man on my lap, by pleasuring him until he passes out. And since you are the Head of the Academy, you need to be here to teach him a thing or two about things like these. You behave very well. You know how to listen to my advise.” His breath hits Ibiki’s asshole and Ibiki tenses up. There is no way that the Hokage will lean down completely. There is no way that his tongue will dart out. Or that he will pout his lips and give his ass a kiss.
The Hokage chuckles and places a kiss on Ibiki’s left ass cheek. “Well then. Three slaps on either cheek. Six total. Good boy. Now, rise from my lap and sit down on you chair again. No pulling up your pants. I am not done.”
Ibiki stares at the ground. There must be a way in which he can easily remove himself from this scene. But then again, if he flees this room, what would the Hokage do? Come after him, tie him up and drag his naked ass all the way to the mission room? He closes his eyes and pushes himself up. Without looking where to place his feet, he walks towards his chair and sits down.
“Open your eyes.” The Hokage is in front of him.
Ibiki opens his eyes. The face of the Hokage is right in front of him. It is a beautiful face. As far as the face of a man can be called that way. Ibiki swallows. It is better not to voice thoughts like that. The man in front of him could be offended. And this was all about respect.
“Lean back in your chair.”
Ibiki widens his eyes. He shifts his gaze towards the teacher, who shakes his head and shrugs, waving his hands around. No help from the Head of the Academy there. Ibiki leans back, carefully keeping his eyes open.
The Hokage drops to his knees and places his hands on Ibiki’s legs. “Don’t stop me.” He hovers his face over Ibiki’s crotch, touching the tip of Ibiki’s cock with his nose. “Don’t hold the noises back.” He glances up and smirks. “If you come, call me Kakashi.” The Hokage opens his mouth. Ibiki widens his eyes and watches his cock enter that mouth. This can’t be happening. He shakes his head. But it is true.
The Hokage bobs his head up and down. His hands move over Ibiki’s knee, over his leg to his butt and they pinch him. Ibiki sits frozen in his chair. His hips want to buck, his mouth wants to moans and his hands want to touch that silver hair, pulling the man closer. There is no way this can be real.
The Hokage moves one of his hands towards Ibiki’s balls. He hums around Ibiki’s cock. He carefully draws his teeth over Ibiki’s skin.
Ibiki’s breathing gets heavier. His eyes lose focus and his mouth is dry. He licks his lips, swallows and moans. That wasn’t meant to come out. The Hokage sucks hard and Ibiki moans again.
“Fuck, yes,” Iruka whispers.
Ibiki frowns and for a short moment he averts his eyes towards the teacher. The man is staring at him, at them, intensely. He is also licking his lips, swallowing and moaning.
The Hokage hums around Ibiki cock again and Ibiki bucks his lips, unable to hold himself still. The man sucking his cock, smirks around him and sucks again. Ibiki throws his head back. Those hands, moving up and down, pinching him, caressing him. That tongue, teasing him, licking and tasting him. It is too much. He throws his head back and takes a deep breath. There is no way he is going to come. No, he refuses. That is not what is needed now.
But his body betrays him. He throws his head back one last time. With eyes closes, hands clenches around fabric he doesn’t know, he opens his mouth. “Kakashi!” he moans. He feels the seed emerging from his body. Kakashi swallows one, twice and another time. Counting is hard.
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