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Telepathy	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ibiki takes a deep breath. Multiple time. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t know if it’s wise to open them already. The air around them cools down and he decides that he has to face this situation. It’s better to do it while he still has some control over his body. So he lifts his head up and opens his eyes.
Only to widen them even further.
Hatake-sama is standing in front of him. Face bare, eyebrows pushes down in a frown.
‘He probably felt excited because I was. That is probably the only reason for his arousal. Crap, he is awake. Act cool. Shit, no, he is staring straight at me. He must’ve figured it out. I mean, we came at the same time. He is still staring. I need to say something. Quick.’
“Is there something wrong?” Hatake-sama asks.
Ibiki blinks and tries to get his own thoughts in order. “Your face,” he says.
‘My face? My face! Fuck, my face. My mask. He must think I’m ugly.’
“You’re breathtaking,” Ibiki says. He has to stop his nonsense. It’s good to know that the Copy nin is a normal, worrying individual, but his feeling are flooding Ibiki’s body.
‘Breathtaking?’
Kakashi blinks. His mouth is slightly ajar and his cheeks turn pink.
Ibiki’s own cheeks burn. It’s the same heat that grows in his stomach. It’s confusing. He swallows and coughs, trying to get rid of the feeling. “I think…,” he starts, unsure how he should continue.
Hatake-sama closes his eyes. “You are still influenced by what I feel,” he says. He takes a step back. “You were aroused because I was.” He opens his eyes and shoves the headband back in place. “You wanted to climax together because else you couldn’t come.” He turns around.
‘That has to be it. Yes, he is fucking Morino Ibiki. Brilliant man. Wish he’d be fucking.’
“Yes, you’re right,” Ibiki says. His cheeks burn and he has no idea if it is from his own feelings of Hatake-sama’s.
“Let me test something,” Hatake-sama says. Within the blink of an eye, he hurries off to the bathroom.
Ibiki takes a deep breath and places a hand on his chest. He waits a moment, gathering his thoughts. The cold shocks him. It moves over his back and he gasps. It turns into heat, briefly, turns cold and leaves. He blinks and looks over his shoulder. There is nothing.
“Did you feel that?” Hatake-sama’s head pops in the door opening.
“I did,” Ibiki answers. He coughs and rolls his shoulders back. “Was that the shower?” he asks.
‘Clever one. No surprise there. It’s Ibiki Morino.’
“Do you have an idea for another one?” Hatake-sama asks.
Ibiki snorts. “You’re asking me?” He raises an eyebrow and grins.
‘Fuck, true, I am asking the torture expert.’
Ibiki clenches his ass cheeks, ignores that and clears his throat. “We’ve established that it doesn’t matter if there is a wall between us,” he says. He stares down his lap and frowns.
‘He looks so good like that. Concentrated. Deep in thought.’
Ibiki’s cheeks burn. He clenches his hands in the blanket underneath him, trying to remain calm and collected.
‘Does he know how much he is worth? Does he even think about that? What kind off addition he is, to this village, to us?’
Ibiki swallows. His hands tremble a bit and he closes his eyes.
‘How much I admire him? Not only his mind, but also his height and all? I hope not. Probably not. I mean, he is the Head of Interrogation and he is good but he doesn’t know about me. What I think and feel. Well, he feels what I feel, so that is something he does know. But he doesn’t know what I think. Yet.’
Ibiki sighs. “I do know what you think,” he says.
He looks up.
Hatake-sama looks back at him.
‘Fuck.’
Ibiki nods. “Fuck indeed,” he says. He closes his eyes, takes a breath and opens them again. “I am flattered,” he says. He frowns and keeps on speaking, determined to keep the focus on his own thoughts, and not on Hatake-sama’s. “You hold me in pretty high regards,” he says. He clears his throat. “And there is something else, I guess, but I don’t think I am worthy of that.”
“Stop,” Hatake-sama says. He sits in front of Ibiki, with his hands on his shoulders. “There is no debate on you being worthy or not. You are. I am not. I don’t know. Just, no. I mean.” He sighs, looks into Ibiki’s eyes and closes his own. “I like you. I think you’re sexy, hot, desirable. And, well, yeah, I guess you know that all now, but I mean it and…”
‘I’m rambling, I never ramble. What to say now? I don’t know. I just want to get through his head. To make him understand. But I have no idea how.’
Ibiki chuckles. “Shut up,” he says.
‘I’m not saying any-… oh right. Sorry.’
Hatake-sama scratches the back of his head. “I just. You know. I bet Tsunade-sama planned all of this. This liquid and that I had to hold onto it with my own chakra. So that you and I got linked and not you with her. And I bet she knows that it starts with feelings and stuff. There was a slight delay though, I mean, it only happened the day after, when I was there in the office with you, right? So there is something wrong there. I mean.”
Ibiki raises an eyebrow. “Did you glance into my bedroom the first night?” he asks.
‘Oh, I did. And I got a hard on and-…’
Hatake-sama widens his eyes. “So, okay, that is not true then. But how to fix this?”
‘I want to keep my thoughts private.’
“And I want to keep my head a bit quieter. And my feelings more align,” Ibiki shrugs.
‘Fuck, it’s so messed up. I mean, he clearly doesn’t like me like I like him and stuff.’
Ibiki rolls his eyes as guilt washes over him. “I don’t know that,” he says. He grits his teeth. “Not yet. I mean, I never thought about things like that before. Who would want me, no don’t think, stop.” He pushes against Hatake-sama’s shoulder and averts his eyes towards the ceiling. “Let’s make a break for it, get some distance between us. Go confront the Hokage and let time take it’s course and when our feelings are private again, meet up.” He tries to determine what he feels, but it is a whirlpool of emotions and he doesn’t know what is his and what is Hatake-sama’s.
‘Meet up? As in… a date?’
“Yes,” Ibiki whispers. His throat is thick, his bad knee is shaking and his hands tremble. “A date. You and me. And then we’ll see.”
Hatake-sama is out of the room within seconds. The vague smell of burning wood, probably from the door, which is currently of it’s hinges, fills Ibiki’s nostrils. He blinks at it, stares at it, before moving his gaze down his hands.
Was that all it took for some peace in here? The proposal of a date?
He sighs, looks up to the ceiling and falls back. He knows one thing. He didn’t lie about the bed. It is way softer than his own. Perhaps that is better. That his bed is more sturdy. If he is going to have sex, if this works out, he needs a sturdy bed.
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