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Telepathy	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aaaaaannnndddd, another update. PLease review if you like it. It helps me update quicker.
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And that is how Ibiki sits on top of a king sized bed in a locked room. He sighs, looks up and takes in the rest of the room. There is a bookcase in one corner, with a small couch right next to it. In the other corner, there is a small kitchenette. Sans the coffee maker. Ibiki has no idea how long he has to stay in here, but if there is no coffee for him, that will be a problem.
The door, seated in between the corners, opens. A rush of guilt waves over Ibiki. He grits his teeth and swallows.
“Yoh,” Hatake-sama says. The door closes behind him and he keeps his gaze to his feet.
The guilt inside Ibiki doesn’t fade. It only increases. And is joined by thoughts that are not his own.
‘It’s because of me that he is in here. I’m so stupid. I’ve could’ve dealt with it in a better way.’
Ibiki groans and hides his face in his hands. The previous thoughts get replaced.
‘Fuck, he hates it. Being stuck. In here. No, being stuck with me. That must be it.’
Ibiki bites the inside of his cheeks. Those thoughts, they must be Hatake-sama’s. It has to be. And that means that he is a bit, a bit really, worried about Ibiki.
Ibiki stretches his back and decides that even though he values the truth, he doesn’t like the intruding thoughts and feelings. He wants to take it easy, and feeling Hatake-sama’s feelings, and hearing, reading, whatever, his thoughts, are not helping. So he sighs and ligts his arms above his head. “This is just perfect,” he says. And he let’s himself drop backwards onto the bed. “My bed at home can’t compete with this one.” He closes his eyes. “It’s really soft. Perhaps even brand new. Let me tell you, mine is not.”
The guilt is replaced with a warm and almost giddy feeling. And another stream of thoughts.
‘It looks like he doesn’t mind it that much.’
Ibiki sighs, content that the worry, the guilt and concern, has left Hatake-sama’s body. And thus his own.
“Tsunade-sama stuck us here to determine how long the liquid works,” Hatake-sama says.
‘Stupid! He already knows that. He is a fucking genius. There is no need to tell him. There is a reason why he is Head of Interrogation.’
Ibiki closes his eyes and grits his teeth. On one hand it is a relief to know that even Hatake-sama isn’t prone to self-doubt. And on the other hand it is simply annoying to hear him think. It’s too much.
“A yes, I figured. Well, I don’t mind.” Ibiki pushes himself up. “I think I’ll read a bit for now.” He rolls of the bed and walks over to the shelf.
Relief washes over him.
‘He is like me, not into all that small talk. Reading, yes, that will help.’
Hatake-sama appears next to Ibiki, in front of the bookcase. He appears at ease and Ibiki relaxes. Until dread, excitement, worry and a big sense of regret fills his body.
‘She planned this. Fuck her, no, no way, I am not doing this. She knows. She fucking knows.’
Ibiki frowns and glances to the side. Hatake-sama appears calm and collected. His thoughts scream otherwise. Ibiki sighs and reaches for a random book. It doesn’t matter what it is about, what he picks, as long as it will distract him from those invading thoughts, it’ll be fine.
‘Oh no, did he had to pick that one? Although he seems unbothered by the fact that all of there are clearly porn.’
Ibiki’s hand wavers, the book falls down and Hatake-sama grabs it. Ibiki stares at the book in Hatake-sama’s hands. There is a portrait of a man on it. One with scars on his face. With a bandana on his head. If Ibiki didn’t know any better, he would think it was a drawing of himself.
‘Shit, he knows.’
Ibiki coughs, frowns and grabs the book out of Hatake-sama’s hands. “Looks like me,” he says. He shrugs and head back to the bed. “Probably someone who wrote a story about a torture expert.” He snorts and settles down onto the bed again.
‘Yeah, just not in your usual way.’
Ibiki’s cock twitches. He blinks, lowers the, still closed book, and glances at Hatake-sama. The man is still in front of the bookcase.
“I think it would be better if you read something else.” Hatake-sama says. He grabs a book and throws it in Ibiki’s direction.
Ibiki snorts. “You don’t think I’ll be able to read this without getting the urge to go back to work?” he asks. He shrugs. “That’s a bit true, I guess. I will probably notice a lot of errors and stuff like that.” He reaches to the book on the bed. “Do you want to read this one? I can’t be bothered to put it back.”
‘I read it many times already. I know the contents without looking at it.’
Heat surges through Ibiki’s body. It’s intense, sudden, making him dizzy and confused.
“I don’t think that is wise,” Hatake-sama says. He coughs and turns his back to Ibiki, moving one hand down.
‘It’s too tempting.’
Ibiki’s cock twitches. And by now, he gets curious. He himself. For, it is obvious that Hatake-sama is feeling excited. No, not even that. Judging from his own aching cock, the man is plain horny. But why?
He does the most logical thing there is to do in a complicated situation as this one. He opens the first book, with his own face on it. Right in the middle, so he can skip the boring intro.
He widens his eyes as he takes the page in. There he is. Naked. With every scar he has, present. They all match. There is just one thing that doesn’t fit. The cock of his look-a-like is just a bit smaller than his own.
Angst fills Ibiki’s limbs. It silences his thoughts and makes his arms heavy. He drops the book and looks at Hatake-sama, who stares straight back at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
Ibiki ignores the feeling in his body. He grabs the book that Hatake-sama threw at him and opens it, keeping it in front of his face. “Is something the matter, Hateke-sama? I feel a tad… anxious.”
‘Crap, he can still feel what I feel. Except, I am plain horny right now. Not a just bit anxious. Maybe it is wearing off?”
“Well, I just noticed that the book I gave you contains porn,” Hatake-sama says.
‘Good safe, you’re a genius!’
“I don’t mind porn. I mean, I am known for reading it in public, but I don’t know about you.”
‘He doesn’t read porn. The man is a saint.’
Ibiki closes the book, having barely registered any word of it. He places it on the bed and reaches for his first book. “I don’t mind porn,” he says. He clears his throat. “But for the sake of my dignity, I’ll read the one with all the mistakes in it.”
Hatake-sama is near the bed within the blink of an eye, grabbing the book out of Ibiki’s grasp. “No, I mean…” His face is right in front of Ibiki.
Ibiki’s heart is racing. His crotch is aching with a previous unknown need and his lips are dry.
“All of the books contain porn,” Hatake-sama whispers.
Ibiki blinks. He averts his eyes to the book in Hatake-sama’s hands and raises an eyebrow. “Why would Tsunade-sama lock us into a room with porn?” he asks. His voice is hoarse, but it doesn’t matter.
Hatake-sama straightens his back and scratches the back of his head. “Well, maybe because I enjoy it?”
Stupid woman, meddling like this.’
“Well, I guess we just have to read porn. Maybe you can show me something.” Ibiki moves up from the bed and heads back to the books.
Heat moves through his body and his cock twitches. He freezes in his steps, and bites the inside of his cheeks.
‘I want to do more than just show you. Oh, fuck, no no no.’
Ibiki looks over his shoulder. On the outside, Hatake-sama looks like his usual self. A bit aloof. But Ibiki just knows that this is not the case.
‘Fuck, fuck, no, he knows. He feels what I feel. Maybe not in full force, but he must feel some of it.’
Ibiki coughs and turns his head back. “My apologies Hatake-sama, but I have a…” He clears his throat. Is he going to say it like this? “A problem,” he adds.
“A problem?” Hatake-sama asks.
‘No, fuck, he hates me. No, maybe, maybe it’s even worse.’
“Yeah, there is no coffee. The porn poses no problem, but I might act unlike myself if there is no coffee.” Ibiki shrugs and mentally pats himself on his shoulder for coming up with that answer.
‘Unlike himself? A grumpy Ibiki? Perhaps, a bit demanding and strict?’
Ibiki shudders and closes his eyes. The heat in his stomach mixes with something else. Anticipation? Joy?
“What would help you?” Hatake-sama asks.
“Something to distract me,” Ibiki says. He walks, once more, to the bed, and sits down. “A game? Or, maybe I should just read the porn.” This whole situation is annoying. He feels what Hatake-sama feels. On top of his own feelings. And he thinks the thoughts Hatake-sama is thinking. On top of his own. It’s a lot. He feels quite full.
“Well, I don’t mind reading porn. Like I said before. Do you? How well are you experiencing my feelings?” Hatake-sama asks. He coughs.
‘It would be a bit embarrassing to have you horny because I am.”
Ibiki shifts uncomfortably on the bed. He’s already reading Hatake-sama’s thoughts. Why did he keep shut about that? Right, because else, Hatake-sama would be embarrassed and that is the worst feeling there is. And the guilt. And the concern.
“It’s barely noticeable. I mean, I guess you are kind of annoyed that we are stuck in here.” Ibiki shrugs. “But, so am I, so I have no idea of those feelings are yours or mine.”
Relief washes over him instantly and he knows he is lying. That is even worse. He lives for the truth, so why can’t he just say it?
‘I am so glad for that.’
Hatake-sama sits down next to Ibiki, silently, with a book in his hands.
‘Although, it will probably be wise to keep myself from reading. Still don’t want to have a visible hard-on next to him.’
He raises his arms above his head.
‘Even if he doesn’t experience my feelings anymore, he is still the Head of Interrogation. He'll figure me out in a second.’
Ibiki’s cheeks burn a bit. Hatake-sama apparently thinks very high of him.
‘Having him so close next to me doesn’t help either.’
Heat moves through Ibiki’s body. It’s not only excitement, it’s more. He shifts on the bed. It’s too much. His cock is throbbing, and yes, he could use the small adjoined bathroom to relieve himself, but that probably won’t work as long as Hatake-sama doesn’t climax.
“You know, I’ve never read any porn,” he says. He gestures at the books. “And, to be honest… the thought alone…” He clears his throat and briefly glances to Hatake-sama. “The thought alone stirs something in my groin.”
Hatake-sama widens his eye. Ibiki’s heart skips a beat and his mind is blank.
“Are you talking sexually?” Hatake-sama asks.
‘I hope he does.’
Ibiki’s cheeks heat up and he turns his face away. Great, even with all his pre-caution, he feels embarrassed. “Yes,” he answers truthfully. He coughs and closes his eyes. “Truth to be told, I’ve never done something like that. Reading porn and… acting on it.” He speaks the truth, for once, yes, but that doesn’t help his feelings. Not one bit.
‘Is this conversation heading in the direction that I think it is headed?’

Ibiki’s body grows hot and, for some reason, his mouth waters. He licks his lips and turns completely to Hatake-sama. He has to focus and get the Copy nin to climax. It feels like his cock is on fucking fire.
“You are famous for reading porn,” he says. He coughs. “And for your adventures in bed.” He bites the inside of his cheek, to keep the moan in his throat. His words seem to provoke Hatake-sama even more.
‘Here it comes. Calm yourself Kakashi. He probably just wants to know about the porn. Yes, he wants to know which porn is the best. You know which one is the best.'
Ibiki groans and grabs Hatake-sama’s hand. “I have no experience. Could you help me? Climax?” he asks. He whispers the words, with his eyes closed and his body frozen from his own embarressemend and Hatake-sama’s desire.
For a brief moment, all is silent. Even the thoughts stemming from Hatake-sama’s brilliant mind are absent.
“Yes,” the Copy nin whispers. His hands are upon Ibiki’s torso within a second. “Off course. No problem. I’m a fellow nin,” he says.
‘And I would do anything for you.’
Ibiki’s body is hot. Cool fingers move over his skin. They remove his clothes, trail over his scars and feel so fucking good. A hot mouth kisses his own. He opens his eyes wide, in shock. For if there is a mouth on his own, there there is a mask that is absent.
The surprises don’t end there. The mouth breaks the kiss and moves down. Trailing kisses over his chest, to his stomach, to stop slightly above his cock.
‘I don’t want to forget this.’
Ibiki frowns and takes a moment to glance at Hatake-sama’s naked, naked!, face, no mask nor a headband. Kakashi's Sharingan is staring intensely at him. And there is heat around his cock. He throws his head back with a gasp.
Two strong hands lock his hips in place, while a tongue teases the tip of his cock. He manages, barely, to breathe in between the up and down movement from Hatake-sama’s head. He grabs around, trying to get a hold of something, anything. But even with his hands clenched in the blanket underneath him, he knows he is not going to climax.
Not unless Hatake-sama does.
So, with his one, unaffected braincell, he takes a deep breath and moans. “Together, please, with you,” he begs.
The hands and mouth leave him. Briefly. One thought explodes in his mind. ‘Yes.’
That is all. Until there is an equally hard cock against his own. And two surrounding hands bringing both cocks together.
Ibiki arches his back. He tenses up, completely, even his ass and his toes. And climaxes. Together with Hatake-sama. And while he does, one thought runs through his mind.
‘I love you.’
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