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In the shadows	By : shadeoftroll Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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****** CHAPTER 4 *****

�Ibiki-san!! You�re all dressed up� and
what is that YOUTHFUL smell??�

�Gai-san.�

The taijutsu master looked his friend up
and down, completely thrown. He didn�t think he had ever seen the interrogations
officer out of his shinobi uniform.

�Are you feeling alright?� Gai asked,
leaning in a bit and suddenly serious.

Ibiki scowled, �I�m fine. I have
somewhere to be.�

It took two seconds for the scarred
jounin to realize that Gai was chuckling darkly. And yes, he would admit that
that shook his nerves a bit.

The green-clad jounin raised a knowing
eyebrow and whispered, �Ah, off to see the fair Umino-hime?�

Ibiki narrowed his hard eyes and
whispered back, �You call him princess again and I�ll strangle you with your
legwarmers.�

Gai threw back his head and laughed
loudly, earning quite a lot of attention from passer-by�s. Then the thick-browed
man took a step back and did his�good guy pose, jutting his thumb out in Ibiki�s
face.

�Then I, Maito Gai, wish you luck on
your most needed DATE!!!�

And yes, the last word was shouted. The
scarred jounin felt his ears burn as a sudden wave of whispers started from the
crowd around them.

�Did we hear that right?!�

�Ibiki�s got himself a girlfriend?!�

�Who?�

The interrogation officer glared
fiercely until people decided they had more important things to do, like not
die. Then he thought about biting off Gai�s thumb. That�d teach him. Before
Ibiki could do anything though, the green jounin wrapped him up in a giant bear
hug and began sprouting flowery words about YOUTH and LOVE and�oh Gods no�was he
giving Ibiki sex advice?!

�Gai I have to go!� Ibiki nearly
shouted, bounding away in a sudden rush.

There was just no way he�d be able to
get through dinner if he had the taijutsu master�s voice in his head, telling
him about safe sex. And if he were to look back he would see the Gai ride off
into the sunset on his turtle, throwing flowers around him as he disappeared.

Iruka bit his lip and rubbed at the scar
on his nose anxiously. At this rate he was going to have to answer the door
naked. And while Inner Iruka claimed it was a wonderful idea, the chuunin
thought it might just be overdoing it. He wasn�t that desperate to get rid of
his now Oh-so-famous virginity.

He finally was able to settle with a
buttoned up deeply violet shirt and some nice khakis that hung a little loose on
his slender hips. Oh, he had lost weight. That was nice. Okay�this wouldn�t be
hard. The school teacher rushed into the bathroom to stare at his hair. Should
he leave it up or down? Up looked too professional. Down looked too girly.

Iruka growled to himself and just left
it down anyway, despising his feminine features. He went back out into the
little dining room, table set and dishware gleaming. TEA!!! For the love of the
Hokage, he had forgotten to make tea!!!

The brunette ran into his kitchen and
started preparing it immediately, hoping and praying that all this effort would
be appreciated. If it wasn�t, Iruka would have to kill Ibiki. Just a little bit.

Ibiki stopped just a few feet away from
the house where Iruka lived. Should he have brought something? Ibiki scratched
behind his ear. He was the first to admit that he had no idea about the proper
etiquette when it came down to going away on dinners. Not personal ones. But it
was almost time so if he were to bring something he couldn�t go back and fix it.
Iruka would just have to do without whatever it was he was supposed to bring.

�Just look casual��
Ibiki thought.

What he didn�t know was that if he
looked casual, people would run for their lives.

He went up to the door and knocked. The
slight flutter in the bottom of his stomach made him a bit confused but
dismissed it as a thing caused because he was hungry. He hadn�t eaten any lunch
today. He just had bucket of coffee or three.

The door was opened and Ibiki felt his
mouth fell open. In front of him stood Iruka, or at least he thought it was
Iruka, since the scar on his face was shining brightly red, it had to be the
chuunin. But his hair was down and he was dressed in a purple shirt and khakis.
Ibiki was glad that had chosen to dress like a civilian for once. Now it
wouldn�t feel as awkward he presumed. His eyes fell on that dark brown hair and
wondered if it would feel just as silky as it looked if he were to drag his
fingers through it.

�And why would I do that in the first
place?� Ibiki felt his ear tips burn again and he
bowed at Iruka. His brain was beginning to act very oddly. It had been since the
moment he got scowled at by the chuunin. Sometimes he wondered if he was
subjected to genjutsu but since he couldn�t release them, there couldn�t be any.

�Iruka,� he said as he bowed.

�Ibiki-san, welcome. P-please come in,�
Iruka said as he opened the door completely and let the burly man inside his
home.

Ibiki�s large frame filled up the
emptiness of his house quite a bit and Iruka smiled shyly behind the jounin. Somehow
he felt very good about this. It had been a nice idea after all. He could smell
that light scent of pines and suddenly he got the urge to step up behind Ibiki
and wrap his arms around his muscular torso and just push his face into Ibiki�s
back and breathe in all that manly smell.

Ibiki was guided into the kitchen and he
saw the food that had been prepared for this dinner. He was amazed. He was used
to very little variety in food and when he had it� it was never anything that
would even come close to what Iruka had made for this occasion. The man had
dished out food fit for a king.

�I h-hope that you�re not allergic to
anything Ibiki-san,� mumbled Iruka as he watched the large man sit down.

�No, I am not,� answered Ibiki and
raised an eyebrow when he saw the younger man take a deep sigh.

�I�m glad, I was afraid that I might�ve
killed you if I made you something that you couldn�t eat,� Iruka admitted as he
sat with his legs folded beneath him.

Ibiki gave a small, small smile. The
Chuunin was just so preciously honest. Ibiki liked honesty.

�Please, eat,� said Iruka and smiled a
bit too when he saw Ibiki grab his chopsticks.

�Itadakimasu,� they both chimed.

�Why aren�t we having sex yet?� Inner
Iruka asked in surprise. �Aw�Jiraiya�s books lie!!! Ibiki was supposed to come
in, sweep us off our feet and start tying us to the bed!�

The interrogations officer glanced up to
see his host growing steadily redder as he poked at his fish. Ah crap, maybe
Ibiki had been expected to bring something. Flowers? Had he been supposed
to bring flowers? Oh Gods help him, was this a flower type dinner? Did men buy
each other flowers?

Not that he wouldn�t like to give Iruka
flowers, but would he have accepted them from someone like Ibiki? Although, the
more the jounin thought about it, he would have had to kill himself if Gai had
caught him in a flower shop.

Ibiki was a quiet man by nature and he
wasn�t used to having to keep up a conversation like normal people. But he had
noticed over his time spying on the brunette that the teacher did like to talk.
A lot. The officer opened his mouth and snapped it shut again. What was he
supposed to talk about?! How the last man he interrogated had shit himself when
Ibiki walked into the room?

The jounin may have not been the social
type, but he knew well enough that Iruka might not respond well to such a topic.
He shoved a bit of fish into his mouth to keep his tongue busy and nearly
groaned.

The school teacher blinked in surprise
at the odd and strangled noise that Ibiki made. Maybe he hadn�t cooked the fish
right! What if, at this very moment, Ibiki was choking?! Iruka had a mini panic
attack when he forgot how to do the Heimlich manoeuvre.

�Are you alright?� the brunette asked,
his voice squeaking out.

The officer nodded and grinned, �This is
very good Iruka. My apologies for not saying so sooner, I�m not used to such
meals.�

Smooth. Very smooth. Ibiki had to stop
his hand from giving himself a pat on the back. The compliment made the chuunin
smile slowly, blushing as he looked down at his plate.

�O-oh, it was nothing,� Iruka mumbled.

�CHA!!! Yeah right it was nothing!!!
You�d better thank me more than that later!!!� Inner Iruka yelled, thrusting a
fist out. �Why not pound us from behind while the heat from the fire is licking
up our chest, now that would be a thank you!!�

The brunette went a previously
undiscovered shade of red as his cheeks flamed. Why he had been cursed with an
alter ego as lecherous as Jiraiya and Kakashi put together was beyond him. The
chuunin poked at him plate again and brought a small bite of vegetables to his
mouth, just for something to do.

His thoughts were whirling around faster
than he could recognize them. Did Ibiki think he looked nice? Did he think this
was still a �work dinner�? Was he lying about how the food tasted?!

�How was your day?� sounded too stupid
to say out loud, Ibiki decided. He shoved some more food into his mouth before
noticing what small bites Iruka took. He slowed down a bit.

The chuunin looked so�dainty. His legs
were folded under him in a position usually meant for a female. Ibiki wondered
for a moment if the brunette had had any geisha training when he was little as
the smaller man poured them both tea. Every move Iruka made was just somehow
pretty and the officer couldn�t understand it.

He stopped trying to when dark eyes
focused on Iruka�s lips. �Well there goes my thought process,� was the last
thing through his mind before he honed in on how the chuunin swallowed and
licked his lips after every bite.

Iruka knew that Ibiki was watching him
and watching him very intensely. How he managed to still put pieces of food into
his mouth without shaking was for Iruka a sheer mystery. His heart was pounding
against his ribcage and he feared that it might pierce a lung or two if it kept
things up. He had to do something, he had to say something. Something to make
this awkward and very embarrassing silence go away.

�Iruka.�

�I-Ibiki-san.�

They had spoken at the exact same time.
Iruka couldn�t help but laugh a bit and made a gesture for Ibiki to speak first.
The jounin nodded and took a sip of his sake. Even this was outstanding, just as
the food had been.

�Have you heard anything from that
Uzumaki-boy?� Ibiki asked and gave himself another pat on the back. The
Kyuubi-vessel was a safe topic. It could be both normal talk and it could be
work-related. Work-related because the Kyuubi no Kitsune was an S-classed youma.

Iruka was a bit surprised over the
chosen subject but he was happy to have something he really could talk about. He
smiled a bit and used his napkin to wipe his mouth with. Again Ibiki saw the
feminine movement and he wanted to put his fingers inside his collar, pull it
out a bit to let out some very heated steam.

�He�s been gone for about a week now and
I haven�t heard anything from him yet. When he left the first time I got a
letter every week telling me about what he�d learned and where they had went.
But now, now I get a letter twice a month. So I�m hoping for one next week,�
Iruka spoke softly and you couldn�t miss the warmth in his voice as he talked
about his �foster-son�. He loved that boy so dearly.

�I saw you when you celebrated at
Ichiraku�s ramen-stand,� said Ibiki and chose to be quite honest too. But he
wondered what would happen if he told Iruka that he had been spying on him for
the passed week. If he were to believe his fellow jounin and also from what he
had seen and experienced himself; Iruka was not to be tampered with in his angry
mode.

�Ohh, why didn�t come and join us then?�
asked Iruka as he looked up.

�I didn�t want to intrude.�

�If you asked Naruto he would just say
�The more the merrier�,� Iruka said and chuckled a bit. Ibiki had made a good
choice of topic. It was so easy to talk about Naruto.

�He would?�

�Yes, he hates it when he sees someone
that�s alone. He�s always been like that.�

�Ohh, I see. Well, maybe next time
then,� Ibiki said and with that he also stated that he had been alone and he was
sure that Iruka had picked up the same thing.

�Good. You know, he�s the best thing
that happened to me since� well, since forever. I hate it that he�s away, but I
know that he�s doing it to become stronger and to be a good ninja so he can
protect our village. And I�m sure that if people were just able to see all that
beautiful goodness he has inside him, he would become Hokage in no time.�

Ibiki chuckled. He didn�t doubt that at
all.

�What do you think about Naruto?� asked
Iruka as he served them both some more sake. He was glad that this dinner idea
of his turned out to be so nice. �Yeah, nice� too nice, just get the bear drunk
and get him to fuck us.�

Ibiki saw another wave of red sweep over
Iruka�s face. The man had a serious blushing-syndrome.

�He�s a force of nature,� Ibiki said as
he watched Iruka move to sit down again. �But I like the boy. He�s an
interesting guy.�

Iruka drew a gentle sigh and smiled at
Ibiki.

�I�m glad you think so, Ibiki-san.�

More blushes and did he have to look so
damn sexy?? Ibiki was feeling more and more compelled to let out the steam from
inside his shirt. Or ravage Iruka. He hadn�t decided yet. And he was wondering
if maybe he should have brought a condom. But maybe that was too presumptuous.

And then he was back at a thought that
had been plaguing him for a good few weeks now. Was Iruka a virgin? Ibiki
honestly couldn�t imagine the chuunin face down as he was rammed from
behind�okay so he could imagine it. Well if the officer were to look at it
realistically, then he�d have to assume the brunette wasn�t one.

His male pride ignored such ramblings.

The small man was twenty-five and almost
too attractive for his own good. Of course he�d been pounced before. The
chopsticks in Ibiki�s hand squeaked at the sudden pressure put upon them. But
he�d never heard of Iruka dating. Nor had he seen anything but shy flirts by the
chuunin. Maybe he was a virgin?

His pride beamed.

Iruka may as well have had �Ibiki�s
property� scrawled across his ass for all the officer cared. The small man was
his, even if he hadn�t claimed the brunette as such. First things first.
He needed answers. And getting them was what he was best at; really there was no
point in beating around the bush either.

�Are you a virgin?�

Iruka choked on his fish. Three minutes
later and he still wasn�t breathing properly. He hadn�t heard that right. Ibiki
had asked something else and now the school teacher was overreacting. Obviously
the officer had asked �Are you a�a�� oh what the hell rhymed with virgin?!

The brunette cleared his throat and
wiped him mouth again, glancing up with a fake smile plastered on his face.

�I�m sorry?� he piped out, voice high.

Ibiki didn�t blink, �I asked�if you were
a virgin. As in have you ever had��

�I know what you mean!� Iruka snapped,
holding his hand up as if to ward the question away.

There was just no right way to answer
that! How did the jounin expect him to react?! Who just blurted that out at
dinner anyway?! The question had even struck Inner Iruka dumb as the small man
flustered and blushed.

The officer waited patiently, watching
the pink and reds flash across Iruka�s cheeks like some sort of weird light
show. He hadn�t thought the question would be so hard to answer. Either Iruka
was or he wasn�t� Uh-oh�.

Ibiki paused as the chuunin�s eyes
flashed dangerously, his chakra whipping out in a flash of blue and purple.
Maybe this hadn�t been the best way to approach the subject.

Iruka tried to control his breathing but
all he wanted was to huff and puff like a dragon ready to spit fire and
brimstone at his opponent. It was not proper etiquette to ask the dinner host
such a question. It was preposterous, it was utterly absurd. No normal human
being would dare to approach such a delicate topic. Ok, so Kakashi could do it
and Jiraiya-sama and Gai had no sense of etiquette what so ever� but still. This
was not either one of them; this was Ibiki � the intelligence officer.

�Ibiki-san!� Iruka began as his
chocolate eyes began to glow with an amber colour. �T-that is something that is
none of your concern.�

Iruka actually managed to say that
without jumping over the table and drilling his eating utensils in Ibiki�s ears.
That would certainly account as a very suitable punishment for asking such a
rude and forward question.

�Umino-san, I am sorry. I didn�t mean to
embarrass you,� Ibiki choked out as Iruka�s fingers tightened around his
chopsticks. He could very well imagine what the teacher could do with such a
weapon if given the opportunity.

Iruka closed his eyes and forced his
anger back. If he were understanding things correctly, even after just a short
hour� no wait two hours of dinner; Ibiki was not very good at socializing which
meant that he probably had no idea how to behave on such occasions. He could
forgive the man for being so blunt. But if he spread a single word of what they
had discussed here over dinner Iruka would surely dig out his intestines and
make the jounin jump skip rope with them until he dropped dead.

�Or why not tell the overgrown teddy
bear that you are a virgin but you don�t want to be anymore. Let him help us get
rid of this once and for all,� Inner Iruka beamed as soon as he had gotten over
his initial shock.

�I would think not,�
Iruka snorted to his inner self.

�Please, forgive me,� Ibiki said and
bowed with hand across his chest.

�If you ever talk about this to anyone��
Iruka began with threatening low voice.

�I understand. I�ll take my leave now.�

Ibiki rose to his feet but as he was
about to put on his sandals he felt a warm hand on his arm. He turned and saw
the smaller man stand there looking oh so adorable again.

�Please, don�t go yet� why don�t we have
some tea and then we forget about the whole thing?� asked Iruka and pulled back
his hand. He had felt hard muscles in that arm he touched. And warmth. And his
inner self immediately provided him with an image where he was wrapped in a big
bear hug by those very arms. It would feel good. To be cared about� yeah it
would feel good.

�Iruka-san, if you don�t want me here do
not hesitate to say so.�

�Ibiki-san, I want you here, I just� you
caught me off guard.�

�Well then, I would love to have tea
with you.�

As Iruka served them tea they went back
and talked about the very safe topic called Naruto. And as the evening
progressed they began to talk about other things. Like Gai�s unhealthy obsession
with youth and love. About Kakashi and his laid back style, though that nearly
turned into another fight when Ibiki made the mistake of calling the copy-nin
interesting.

�He isn�t interesting! He�s a pervert!�
Iruka snapped, fingers twirling imaginary kunai. �Agree with me!�

And Ibiki did.

They even talked about the Hokage and if
she had done something to have such big bosom. If you didn�t count that little
incident about Iruka�s virginity � it was in all a very good evening.

�Can we have sex now?� Inner Iruka
whined pathetically.

The chuunin pinched himself discreetly
in retaliation. The two shinobi were now seating on his couch, watching the fire
die as Ibiki told some very revealing stories about the jounin Iruka always
found himself around.

The brunette widened his doe-eyes as he
gaped, �And�and no one said anything?! They just let Genma eat
it?!�

The officer chuckled darkly and sipped
his tea, �Well the man should have known something was up when Choza offered him
a bite.�

The chuunin stared in amazement, �You
were so mean to him!�

Ibiki barked out a loud laugh, �It
served that tooth-pick chomper right for stealing my fries.�

Iruka bent over and covered his mouth to
stifle his laughter. Who knew Ibiki could be so�funny. And charming. And
handsome. Really handsome. The school teacher blushed as allowed his eyes to
scan the large jounin again. The shirt underneath the discarded sweater was a
bit too tight, teasing onlookers with hints of sculpted muscle and toned skin.

Iruka let his gaze be drawn to the
officer�s hands peeking out from the long sleeves. They were scarred too with
burns and old kunai wounds. The brunette couldn�t help but wonder what the older
man�s body looked like naked. Though nothing about the thought was sexual, Iruka
still blushed.

Ibiki caught the school teacher�s gaze
and stopped a sigh. He supposed it was only a matter of time before the younger
man asked about his wounds. The officer knew everyone was curious. Yes, they
knew he had been caught and tortured before, but under what circumstances? What
exactly happened? People never asked, but the unspoken questions were always
there.

The jounin held up his hand so the fire
light gleamed off a particularly nasty burn. �This one is from when I was a
chuunin, captured by the Rock Country hunter nin. They had an affinity toward
hot irons.�

He raised his sleeve a bit, revealing a
long scar starting from his inner wrist and curving cruelly up his arm to the
bicep.

�This one I got when I tried to escape,�
Ibiki said. And then he smirked a little. �You should have seen the other guy.�

Iruka watched in fascination as the
jounin went about telling the story behind each scar on his arms. The school
teacher looked away blushing, when Ibiki started explaining the ones on his
chest and stomach and hips.

�Your brother?� the chuunin asked
suddenly.

The officer nodded and pointed to one
especially ugly wound that went from his right shoulder to his naval. The
brunette glanced at it and couldn�t tear his gaze away. Scarred and burned and
otherwise marked though he was, Ibiki had a beautiful body. It seemed no ounce
of fat even dared to collect itself under his skin.

Iruka blushed darkly and set down his
tea on the table in front of them before he turned and lifted his shirt. He
reached to trace a familiar scar on his back.

�This one I got from my best friend when
he tried to hurt someone special to me,� he said softly.

Ibiki let his own shirt drift down as
his breath hitched. Iruka�s bare back nearly glowed a strange golden bronze in
the firelight and captured the Jounin�s attention completely. He knew well the
story of Mizuki�s betrayal. He had been the one to interrogate him.

Iruka twisted around to lift his
near-amber gaze to the officer as he went about telling his own tales. Most of
them were caused from his own clumsiness and Ibiki was soon smiling at the
stories. The jounin hid his pout when Iruka dropped his shirt again and sat with
a leg underneath him, pointing to the scar on his nose.

�And this one I got when I was little,�
Iruka blushed and shrugged, grinning shyly. �Kunai�I didn�t duck fast enough
when a few friends and I were playing with them.�

That got Ibiki to laugh again and Iruka
found the sound to be quite captivating. The noise was as strong as it was heart
warming. He knew that Ibiki wasn�t a man for laughing under normal
circumstances. It was nice to hear. Iruka smiled and looked at the jounin, still
were shaking a bit with small after-laughs.

Ibiki noticed the warm look and he
tilted his head a bit and then he leaned forward with a husky smile. Or as husky
it could get with that scar crossing his lips.

�See something you like Iruka-kun?�

Iruka blinked and was lifted out of the
trance by the rumbling voice. He gave a small eep-ing sound due to the close
proximity to the other man and the blush of course covered his entire face in
record time.

Ibiki saw it and he saw the pink trail
creep down Iruka�s neck. �I wonder how far down it reaches�?� he thought
as he watched the young man.

Iruka gulped and Inner Iruka was
cheering. �Yes, yes� come on now Papa Bear give the little dolphin a big wet
kiss�!�

If Iruka didn�t know any better he would
guess that Ibiki actually was flirting with him. But there was something about
Ibiki and flirting with anyone that didn�t seem quite right. Actually such a
thing would never cross Iruka�s mind at all. �But look at him, he wants you, he
needs you� he wants to fuck you.�

Yes, Iruka would kill himself in order
to silence that infernal, perverted voice that seemed to grow in strength for
every word it spoke.

�Please tell me� what are you thinking
about Iruka-kun?�

Ibiki? Flirting? Nope, would never
happen.

�Uhm, well� n-nothing?� Iruka wondered
how that statement actually came out as question.

�Nothing? By the look on your face I
would say you are thinking about something.�

�N-not really� I just� Why are you so
close?�

�And the dobe-award goes to Umino,
Iruka!�

Yes, that�s right� kill Inner Iruka.

�I will not pressure you into answering
the question, but I bet that you�re thinking about something really good,� Ibiki
said with that dark purring voice.

He had begun to see the Chuunin more and
more as his own. And he would damn well bash anyone to kingdom come if they
tried anything with his little dolphin again. Especially Kakashi, Jiraiya, and
Gai. He would not have any qualms to dealing with those three weirdoes.

�Ne, Ibiki-san, what do you say about a
glass of wine?�

They had talked and talked for hours and
yet the night didn�t seem to late enough for Iruka to be wanting the man to
leave and nor did Ibiki want to leave either. He liked it here. This was
something he could see himself do every weekend with Iruka. Sit by the fire and
talk about all and everything. To have someone he could talk to, to just have
someone close without having to be cold and reclusive towards. He could just be
Ibiki.

�Yes, that would be nice. Unless of
course you need to go to bed or something?� Ibiki said as he saw emotions
shimmer in Iruka�s chocolate amber eyes.

�No, I like talking to you Ibiki-san,� said Iruka and it was the truth. He
hadn�t had so much fun in a very long time. Of course the time with Naruto was
great, but the boy was still just that � a boy and you could only get so much
seriousness out of the prankster fox. �I don�t think I have such a great time
for a very long while.�

�I don�t think I�ve ever enjoyed another
person�s company as much as I�m enjoying yours, Iruka-kun.�

Again with that subtle suggestive voice.
Iruka felt his throat tighten and found it the moment to be perfect to go and
get the wine.

The chuunin�s face was bright red as he
leaned back against the kitchen counter. His hands flew to his cheeks to rub
away the telling blush, biting his lip to help. Since when had Ibiki gotten
sexy?! Well of course the jounin looked sexy all the time. But since when
had he known it and used it?!

Iruka could have sworn the older man
knew what his dark voice was doing to his weakening knees. This was ridiculous!
He was no blushing school girl and he should stop acting like it! The chuunin
was a man having small talk with another man and he should damn
well better act like a man.

The brunette rubbed his scar
compulsively for a few seconds as he got his nerves under control. And then
Inner Iruka piped up.

�Um�okay,� he said as if he were
thinking. �When Ibiki said� �Unless of course you need to go to bed or
something� �he didn�t mean like�with him did he?�

The chuunin balked.

Inner Iruka was much less restrained.
�OH GOD!!! I�m not ready! What if we�re bad?! What if he thinks our ass is too
fat�and stop eating those dangos by the way, that�s not helping anyone. And what
if�well you know�he�s really big�he has to be big down there too! What if he�s
too big and gets stuck?! I�ll die before I call Sakura to help!�

�Shut up, shut up!� Iruka whispered
frantically, covering his ears as if it would help.

He was three seconds from
hyperventilating.

Ibiki clicked his tongue and glanced
down the hallway Iruka had disappeared to. He knew how to make people twist, but
it was a challenge to make them twist in pleasure. The officer hoped he was
doing a good job and not sounding like an idiot. This was a new form of
�torture� for the master of interrogation. From the way the chuunin kept
blushing and licking his full lips, Ibiki knew he must be doing something right.
And he was enjoying it to the fullest.

Anko had once told him how sexy his
voice was when he growled. He had been completely thrown back then, but maybe
now he could use it to his advantage. The jounin wanted his little teacher badly
and would do anything to get him.

Ibiki shook his head to get rid of the
scenes of a thoroughly ravaged Iruka out of his head. It would do him no good to
be thinking with that head�right now at least. But when the thought of
the small chuunin writhing and arching his back came into his mind, the only
thing the officer could do was grunt and shift uncomfortably. Suddenly his pants
were getting way too small way too fast.

Iruka came out just then, carrying two
glasses and a bottle. He didn�t meet the jounin�s eyes as he set them down on
the table.

�Um...I hope you like white,� the school
teacher mumbled, pouring them each a glass.

Ibiki nodded and smiled a bit, �Yes I
do. Thank you Iruka-kun.�

The brunette nearly dropped the bottle.
Damn it! That voice again! Maybe if Iruka played dead, the jounin would leave.
Which of course Inner Iruka had something to say about. �I don�t think playing
dead for this Papa Bear will do us any good. He would probably do us
anyway.� He bit his lip as he sat down, moving closer to the larger man than he
intended. But he didn�t want Ibiki to leave!

Inner Iruka wasn�t helping much; all the
alter ego could do was run around in circles screaming nonsense. Perverted
nonsense most of the time.

They took their glasses and held them
together.

�So, got anything good to toast for?�
asked Ibiki and raised an eyebrow.

�Well, we could always toast for the
good of the village?� Iruka suggested softly hoping that he could appear
somewhat calm even if his mind was in turmoil. And there was something alive in
his briefs too.

�That�s a good toast, Iruka-kun,� said
Ibiki and they clinked their glasses together very slightly before taking a
small sip out of the white wine.

�So, what do we talk about now? What
have we left to �kill� off before the dawn breaks?� asked Iruka with slightly
slurred voice. They had emptied the second bottle of wine and the chuunin was
now sitting very close to Ibiki. So close that their legs and shoulders were
actually touching.

Ibiki seeing his chance of getting the
really important information out of his blushing little teacher smirked and made
the �stretched up arm-procedure� and then put it around Iruka�s shoulders and
pulled the younger man even closer.

�Well, I still would like to know how
Kakashi knew that you are a virgin.�

Ibiki held his breath and waited for the
most likely explosion. But the anticipated anger never came and he looked at the
brown eyed man and saw the slight blushing expression. And a small smile.

�He doesn�t,� Iruka said as he lifted
his hand to scratch his scar a bit. �He probably based his assumptions on the
fact that I haven�t had anyone very close to me in years. Except for Naruto.�

�So he doesn�t know anything for sure?�

�Nope, he really hasn�t a clue,� Iruka
began to giggle a bit as he curled up against the burly man. Gods, it felt so
good to have him close. The wine was of course doing a lot in this matter,
lowering his walls quite a bit.

�So, what�s the truth then?� Ibiki could
feel his heart flutter as the smaller man crept up against him. His ego was
cheering him on as he placed his chin gently against the top of Iruka�s head.

�W-what truth?� mumbled Iruka. He was
getting very sleepy and the warmth and comfort from the jounin was slowly
working against him for every minute that passed.

�So are you a virgin or not?�

�Mmm.�

�No, no, don�t fall asleep you big
idiot� we�re getting to the good parts� we have him hugging us; all that is left
now is getting a real good fuck.� Inner Iruka was screaming in agony and sexual
frustration.

�Are you going to fall asleep on me
Iruka-kun?� chuckled Ibiki softly.

�Mm� think so� you�re comfy,� Iruka
yawned cutely.

�Go to sleep, I�ll watch over you� my
little dolphin,� Ibiki whispered.

�Good� I like it when you�re here Ib�ki.�

Ibiki could tell that the chuunin no
longer was awake and he took a chance and placed a soft kiss against the top of
Iruka�s head. �Good thing that you like it when I�m here because I like it
here too. It feels really nice. It feels like a real home��

Ibiki was used to being awake for long
hours on end. But tension, nervousness, food and alcohol was making very drowsy.
He closed his eyes, wanting to rest just for a short while before he got up and
tucked the teacher in a blanket instead. And then he would leave. �Just close
my eyes for a few minutes and then I�m heading back home to my rat-hole.�

T B C

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Until next time... Don't drink and fly.
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