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Bond words	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The couch is hard. Even with those pillows on it. It doesn’t matter. It reminds Ibiki of his own bed. He sighs and watches the sun peek inside the window. He had enough sleep, he decides, and he rises to his feet.
The walk towards the kitchen is a short one. And his cups are in the same place, almost well, it is another house. He opens the cupboard and blinks. It looks a tad too high for the teacher to reach. Better move them down one plank. The bottom is empty. He shrugs. If the teacher doesn’t want him rearranging things he should’ve said so.
The coffee maker is his own. Easy to use. He waits for it to be done and glances out of the window.
And blinks.
The backyard. It’s big. It has a pond, a little bridge, a bench. Enough flowers to gaze at for hours. A big tree whose shadow will be a nice welcome in the hot summer.
Ibiki nods to himself. He likes a yard like that. The dogs like it as well. Dogs?
He blinks. One little pug is sitting in front of the window. The animal is capable of raising an eyebrow. Ah, Kakashi’s ninken. Ibiki nods to the dog and turns towards his coffee again. He can’t start his day without it.
“Good morning.” Iruka yawns and walks inside the kitchen. He stops in his tracks, moves a hand through his hair and yawns again. He shakes his head and walks towards the cupboard.
Ibiki grunts to him and brings his attention back to his coffee. He is not fully awake yet.
There is a chuckle behind him and he turns his head. Iruka smiles at him, cup in hand and bottle of milk in the other. “How did you sleep?” he asks.
Ibiki shrugs. “Like usual.”
Iruka nods. “Do you want to try the bed tonight?” He fills his cup with milk and places the bottle on the counter. “If you want I can force Kakashi to use the couch tonight.” He drinks from his cup and gazes over the top.
Somehow, the view he gives Ibiki is erotic. His Adams apple which moves when he swallows. That gaze through half lidded eyes. His hand which is wrapped around the bottle on the counter.
Ibiki swallows, blinks and averts his eyes. His cheeks are burning. “No need,” he says. He takes a sip of his coffee, ignoring the itch in his hands and the twitch in his pants.
Iruka places his cup down and sighs. “Do you mean that there is no need to force Kakashi away or are you going to sleep on the couch again?”
Ibiki turns his eyes to the teacher again. Just in time to see him lick his upper lip, to get rid of the milk mustache. Ibiki’s mouth is dry within a second. He swallows and licks his lips. Actions like Iruka did, licking his lip, it doesn’t help him to get awake. It feels like he is in la-la-la-land.
He shakes his head and turns back to the window, desperate to keep himself and his heartbeat under control. Kakashi’s face appears in front of him. On the other side of the window.
Ibiki doesn’t flinch. He grits his teeth and narrows his eyes. The Copy nin tilts his head to one side and lifts his hand up, waving slowly. Ibiki drops his shoulders and turns around, walking towards the table. He is not made for relationships. He sits down and takes another sip.
“I’m sorry.” Kakashi is next to him.
Ibiki doesn’t flinch. He clenches his hands around his cup and spills half of his remaining coffee. He looks down, sighs and closes his eyes.
“I should’ve known that you aren’t used to this. And physical contact. But you do know that when your soul mate is revealed, you have to live together within a span of one week.” Kakashi sits down next to him. “And that we have to be physically active.” He coughs.
Ibiki flinches. He does. He flinches, holds his breath and his body turns cold. It’s true. Kakashi is telling the truth. It is stated by the law, that bonded couples need to move in together within a week. He knew that. That is what he and Anko talked about a lot of times when seeing the others of the Interrogation unit get bond. The bonded words itself need physical activity. If there is none, the words, the names, will itch and tingle.
Ibiki grits his teeth. That is the sole reason his hands are itching. Fuck.
“You know. Physical activity means touching each other.” Kakashi lifts a hand up and hesitates. “Touching is enough. For, well, a short amount of time. But…” He places his hand on top of Ibiki’s. The itch stops. “Having sex is better. It works for a longer period of time.”
Iruka joins them at the table. “He is telling the truth, you know.” He places his hand on Ibiki’s arm, moving the fabric of his shirt aside. Skin on skin. The itch in Ibiki’s hands is nonexistent now.
Ibiki swallows. He is not made for this. He frowns. “Just fuck each other.” He grits his teeth. He never asked for this, this bonded thing. He never asked for a relationship. He moves his hands and arms, trying to get rid of their hands. Kakashi simply tightens his hold and Iruka places his other hand on his arm.
“There is three of us in this relationship.” Kakashi’s voice turns to a warning tone. “There is three of us. And I respect your wishes not to sleep in the same bed, even though that is the best solution towards the itch. But you can’t tell us not to touch you.”
Ibiki snorts. “If you touch each other, the words shouldn’t itch no more.” He frowns and looks down the table. Those two are made for each other. He is not supposed to be in this.
“Even if I were to fuck him, your name still itches,” Iruka states. “Trust me. I’ve touched him a lot yesterday, while we were moving. I didn’t fuck him. But his name was the only one that didn’t itch. Your name is giving me a red rash.” He rises to his feet and removes one hand from Ibiki’s arm. “Here, let me show you.” He struggles with his one hand, but manages to open his pants and push them down enough. The words show. Kakashi’s name is black against his skin. Ibiki’s name is black as well, but the skin around there is red. “Why do you think I touched your hands so freely yesterday?”
Ibiki blinks and looks at his hands. They are red. It’s not from the cold. It’s from the absence of physical contact.
Fuck.
He closes his eyes. There is nothing he can do about this. If they don’t touch him, his hands will itch. And if his hands itch, they will turn red. And if they turn red, the Hokage will see. And then the Hokage will simply order him to have sex with them. His cheeks heath up with every single thought. He doesn’t want the Hokage prying into his business. He wants peace and quiet. He wants to go back to his life before. Where he could wake up, drink coffee and take his time. Where he would work, come home, eat and go to bed, without anybody fussing about him.
But he can’t. There are bond words on his hands.
“You can touch me,” he murmurs.
“Where do you want to be touched?” Iruka asks. His face comes in view, with a soft smile upon it. “And how. And when?” he adds.
Ibiki blinks. He never thought about that before. He is not ready to think about it now. He shrugs and opens his mouth.
Iruka moves his hand up and places one finger onto Ibiki’s lips. “Think about it. If you say that it doesn’t matter, that we should just touch you wherever, whenever and however we want, Kakashi is going to haul your ass towards the bedroom just to have his way with you.”
Ibiki widens his eyes and tightens his hold on his cup. There is a tingle, not in his hands, but in his whole body. And his cheeks keep on burning.
“So think about it. You don’t want that. At least, that is what I think.” Iruka leans in and places a small kiss on Ibiki’s shoulder. “You can have the whole day to think about it. Then we do it tonight.” His thump rubs over Ibiki’s skin.
“You shouldn’t have said that.” Kakashi leans in and shows them a frown. “I am well able to control myself.” He narrows his eyes. “When he tells me that I can fuck him, I will be gentle.”
Iruka raises one eyebrow. “Right. Like when I said it was okay to hug me. You kept hugging me all night. I needed to use the bathroom and you refused to let me go.”
Ibiki shifts on his chair. He needs space. Room. To think. “I have to go.” He snorts and nods towards the clock on the wall. “Work.”
They release him. He drinks the last of his coffee and rises from his chair. “I’ll…” He sighs. Iruka nods. “Think about it.”
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