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Bond words	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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SMUT warning
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Ibiki scratches his hands, pushes a stack of papers towards the edge of his desk and scratches his hands again. He went without an itch the whole morning. It is now, at four, that the itch has returned.

“I heard it is usually like that.” Anko places her elbows down on his desk and leans down. “When you just start living together, and are getting used to each other, there are more awkward times. Touching, no touching. It is hard to tell what you need. And usually you start by giving not enough and taking not enough.” She shrugs, bites her lip and sighs. “That is why Gai and I, well, let’s state it like this. I can last a whole day without him.” She raises her head and smiles.
Ibiki places his hands on top of each other, meets her eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t want to hear the details.”
She laughs. “You look like you need to hear the details, so you can do it yourself.” She points at his hands. “So that there is no need to scratch anymore.”
Ibiki pulls his hands back, away from her view. His cheeks burn. “I don’t want to hear the details.” He frowns.
Anko chuckles. “See for yourself. But if those hands of yours itch tomorrow, I will tell the Hokage. And she will tell you, no, order you something.” She turns around and waves. “It is not complicated. Just state what you want.” With those last words, she leaves his office.
Ibiki stares down to his hands. Stating what he wants. He has no idea what he wants, let alone how to state it. He does want the itch to stop. It pesters him. He growls and clenches his hands into fists.
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“Have you thought about it?” Iruka grabs the empty plate away from Ibiki and stacks it on top of the other two. He turns around and brings them to the counter, placing them down.
He works too hard, Ibiki decides. There is no need for him to cook dinner and clean everything. Ibiki rises to his feet and walks towards the counter, grabbing the dishes and turning on the water. “Not fully,” he says. He scrubs the first plates and stacks them on the other side.
Iruka blinks and cocks his head. He blinks again and a smile breaks out on his face. “Right, I’ll hear it in a few minutes.” He turns around and leaves the kitchen.
“Do you want me to help?” Kakashi asks. He leans over the counter.
Ibiki concentrates on the dishes. He doesn’t know what Kakashi is really asking. Is it about the dishes or about his thinking? Kakashi asks the question again and he shrugs.
“Okay, let me see.” Kakashi sets on drying the plates and cutlery. They work together in silence, occasionally brushing against each other. The itch in Ibiki’s hand grows less after each time they brush against each other. After the last plate is done, he hands it to Kakashi directly, touching his hand. They stop and stare down.
“You are touching me,” Kakashi says.
Ibiki’s stomach tightens. Kakashi’s voice is warm. He nods. “I am.” He releases the place and moves his other hand up, touching Kakashi’s arm. “You are warm.”
Kakashi dries the plate and places it down. “You are warm as well.” He places his hands on the counter, keeping his gaze onto the plate. “Warm and a bit wet. What do you want?” he asks. He shifts his gaze towards Ibiki.
Ibiki’s cheeks burn. He swallows and bites on the inside of his cheek. “I…” He frowns and looks down to his hand touching Kakashi. “I want…” He bends his head, swallows and releases Kakashi. It is not something he really wants, but he needs to do it. Better get it over with, like any good Shinobi would do.
“Let’s head to the bedroom,” Ibiki says. His heart is pounding and he wonders if he is able to do this.
Kakashi makes a noise, like his throat is squeezed and he can’t get enough breath.
Ibiki moves his head up and widens his eyes.
Kakashi shakes his head. “Don’t mind me. Just… you know… trying to control myself.” He brings a hand to his head and rubs over his hair. “I can control myself.”
Ibiki frowns and turns around. “We better call Iruka.”
Kakashi moves past him in a flash. Chakra fills the air and for a moment, Ibiki is frozen. He holds his breath and stares at the door. There are scratches on it. Probably from Kakashi rushing past it. He sighs. He is not made for this.
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Ibiki sits on the bed. It is soft, fluffy and everything he yesterday thought it would be. And he is sitting on top of it. Waiting for Kakashi and Iruka to enter the room. His heart is racing and his mind is full with thoughts that aren’t helping him.
Should he take his clothes of? Should he be already naked before they enter? Is that something they would expect? He shakes his head. Kakashi looks like the type to be eager to unpack things. In a sexual way. So, it would be better for the Copy nin is he is dressed.
The teacher is something else. He has no idea what the teacher would like. He snorts. Iruka has a scar on his own face. Perhaps having scars is not necessary a bad thing.
The door is opened and Ibiki glances up.
Iruka enters first, bright red glow on his cheeks and nose. He is still wearing his clothes. So wearing clothes, keeping them on, is a good thing. The teacher did it. The only thing he needs to worry about now it getting them off.
Ibiki clenches his jaw and bend his head. His hands shake and itch. Touching Kakashi so freely while washing the dishes was not enough, it seems. He turns one around and moves the back of his hands over his lap, trying to ease the itch.
Iruka is with him in seconds, holding his hand. He kneels in front of him and looks up. “You said I was allowed to touch. I am touching you now because it itches.” He smiles and keeps his gaze locked. “Is that alright?”
Ibiki nods. He moves his head up again and closes his eyes.
“Just state what you want.” Iruka draws circles in his palms.
The door is opened and Kakashi walks in. He isn’t wearing any clothes and his hair is wet. Dripping wet. There is a towel at his waist, hanging dangerously low. Did he took another shower? In such short amount of time?
Ibiki blinks and frowns at him. There are rising several questions in his mind. “Why are you wet?” he asks. Asking questions make him feel at ease. It is something he is used to.
Kakashi brings a hand to his neck and rubs over Ibiki’s name. “Well… it is quite hard to control myself.” He takes a deep breath and takes small steps towards the bed. “You… I mean…” He sits down, leaving some space between Ibiki and himself. “I… always kind of liked you.” He shrugs. “Your height. I… I am attracted to it.” He rubs his neck again and takes a deep breath. “And, all of your other…” He gestures at Ibiki’s body.
“I think that what Kakashi is trying to say is that you are his wet dream. He likes you, like this, and he wants to have sex with you.” Iruka blushes and bites his lip.
Ibiki widens his eyes and turns his gaze towards the Copy nin. He has scars, all over his body. His head is deformed, with holes. And yet, the man next to him, famous Copy nin, wants him. He is even nervous about it.
“You want me?” Ibiki asks. He frowns and blinks, trying to wrap his mind around it. He is scarred. Deformed. Ugly.
Kakashi chuckles, nervously, and bites his lips. “I do.” He takes a deep breath, sighs and nods. “That is why I took a cold shower. To get rid of the hard on I was sporting. The very idea of having sex with you makes my body react in a way… well… I only react like this when Iruka says something alike so…” He shrugs and gestures down his lap.
Ibiki looks down. And he wishes he didn’t. There is a bulge showing. The towel is slowly slipping of Kakashi’s lap. All thanks to that bulge.
Fuck.
He averts his eyes back and closes them. He is a Shinobi of Konoha. He is able to do this. He just has to take his clothes of and do it. Nothing more. It is almost a mission, really.
He moves his hands up, towards his shirt. The first button goes easily.
Kakashi gasps.
Ibiki ignores it.
The second button takes more time.
Kakashi gasps again.
Iruka sighs, leans over towards Kakashi’s side and slaps him. “Don’t make him nervous,” he says. He brings his hand to Ibiki’s hands and smiles. “What do you want?” he asks.
“I want the itching to stop.” Ibiki grits his teeth over each other and clenches his hands on his shirt. Now or never. He forces his hands away from each other, ripping the fabric to pieces.
Kakashi squeals and advances towards Ibiki, only stopping himself the last moment. “I’m controlling myself. See.” He holds his hands up and takes a deep breath. “You are making this hard for me. Damn it, you are making me hard. But I am controlling myself. This is a relationship, and we all have to work for it.” He nods.
Ibiki blinks. He shrugs the fabric from his body and ponders about Kakashi’s words. Working? For a relationship? He never heard of that.
“Can I kiss your skin?” Kakashi asks. He leans towards Ibiki and places a hand close to his tight. “See, I am asking permission. I am not forcing myself.” He leans in some more. “So, can I kiss you?”
Ibiki presses his lips together into a thin line and swallows. Kakashi’s body is radiating heath. Ibiki tenses his muscles, trying to get his body and thoughts in control. Kakashi’s lips looks inviting. That is a strange thought. Ibiki blinks and glances at Iruka.
Iruka is smiling. He nods and averts his eyes to Kakashi. “He is asking very nicely. But still, it is your decision.” He shrugs.
Ibiki opens his mouth and answers without thinking. “Yes.” He says. “My skin.” He frowns and ponders over his answer and Kakashi leans in and kisses his skin.
Ibiki’s mouth goes dry. He moves his head towards Kakashi’s face and looks at those lips. Soft lips. Teasing him a bit and moving over his shoulder. Slowly. Wet. Ibiki blinks. That’s Kakashi’s tongue. It trails a path over his skin, from his shoulder towards Ibiki’s neck.
Ibiki shudders and closes his eyes.
This is… strange.
Kakashi’s tongue advances towards Ibiki’s ear. His mouth opens and his teeth catch a hold of the earlobe. Ibiki moans and he tenses up.
There is no reason to moan. He frowns and opens his eyes.
Kakashi moves back to kissing. This time he moves down. Over Ibiki’s shoulder, over his arm. He lies flat on his stomach and kisses Ibiki’s hand. He stops, grabs Ibiki’s hand in his own and looks up.
“What else may I do?” he asks.
Ibiki’s breath is heavy. His pulse is reacting like crazy and the air around him is sizzling. “More.”
Kakashi attacks his neck, pushing him back onto the bed.
Ibiki let’s himself be dropped. The bed is soft underneath his back and he decides that he likes it. The bed. His naked skin on that said bed. And Kakashi’s lips on his naked skin. He closes his eyes and arches his back.
“Can I join?” Iruka asks.
Ibiki doesn’t answer. Not vocally. He nods and pushes himself towards Iruka.
Iruka leans in and places his lips on Ibiki’s chest. His lips are warm. Ibiki moans and bites his lips. He should not be moaning. He is treating this like a mission. Yes, a mission. Having sex. He can do this.
He moves his legs onto the bed. His hands struggle with his pants, trying to get rid of them.
Kakashi’s hands help him, moving the fabric down over his skin.
“Do you know how hot you are?” Kakashi asks. He places kisses on Ibiki’s knee. “Do you know what you do to me?”
Iruka chuckles and kisses Ibiki’s stomach. “Not only to you, Kakashi,” he says. He moves his way up towards Ibiki’s chest. “He is making my pants tighter as well.”
Ibiki grunts and shakes his head. For him, there is no need to be talking. This touching thing, the gentleness and care, that is something he needs to get used to. Talking is too much.
“Don’t talk,” he says. Iruka blinks and tilts his head to one side. Ibiki averts his eyes away and bites his lip. “It’s too much.”
Kakashi chuckles and nuzzles his knee. “Is talking too much for you Ibiki? Is it sending you over de edge? Don’t you want to hear about your soft skin. Your addicting scent?” He places a kiss in Ibiki’s knee and moves up. “How I want to lick your skin until you thrash beneath me. How I want to hear you moaning and panting?” He trails kisses on Ibiki’s tight, moving closer toward his crotch. “I want to hear you scream when you come from my actions.”
Ibiki moans and shuts his eyes. He told what he wanted. And, it seems like the man doesn’t care. He clenches his fists.
Iruka chuckles and turns away from Ibiki. He grabs a hold of Kakashi’s hair and hoist him up. “Ibiki, thank you for telling what you want. Or, in this care, what you don’t want.”
Ibiki opens his eyes and stares at the men in front of him. Heath is creeping up his cheeks and he nods.
“I’ve got a proposition for you, Ibiki,” Iruka says. He turns his eyes towards Kakashi for a moment and narrows them. “A choice.” He turns his gaze back towards Ibiki and smiles. “Either you let him continue talking, because that is clearly something Kakashi wants to do. Or, you occupy his mouth otherwise. What will it be?” He keeps on smiling.
Ibiki swallows and wonders. A talking Kakashi makes him vulnerable. “Occupy.” He nods. “No talking.” He looks towards the bed. He should be able kiss Kakashi.
“Good. Excellent choice. I think he is good at doing that.” Iruka turns his head towards Kakashi and smirks.
Ibiki blinks. That was a smirk. A smirk which made him tense up. A smirk with a promise. And, a smirk which make Kakashi’s eyes wide open.
“Wait,” Ibiki says. He lifts one hand up. “I…” His protest are cut off by Iruka’s lips on his mouth. He closes his eyes and relaxes. Kisses. Right. That is good. That kiss on his lips. That tongue against his mouth. He relaxes some more. That is probably what Kakashi is going to do. Kissing.
It is not something Kakashi does.
Ibiki widens his eyes and breaks the kiss. He pushes Iruka aside and looks down his body.
Kakashi is still seated on the bed. And his mouth is occupied. In a way, it is a kiss. And in so many other ways it is not.
Kakashi glances up at him, smirking around his cock. His head bobs up and down and a slurping sound fills Ibiki’s ears. Kakashi pulls back, leaves the cock alone for a moment and smirks. He licks his lips and moves back down.
Ibiki moans. He frowns, takes a deep breath and moans again.
Iruka is at his chest again. Kissing his skin. Touching his nipples. Caressing the scars.
Ibiki shakes his head. His body is tingling. Not like with his hands. Nothing like that at all. Heat is building in his chest and lower, in his crotch. He arches his back, pants and shuts his eyes. The only thought going through his mind consists out of one word, ‘fuck’.
His muscles tense up as Kakashi plays with his balls. Iruka scratches over his chest. Ibiki shakes his head. If this continues he will…
His feet tense up, like the muscles in his legs. Even his butt joins in and he throws his head back. Drawing in one deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, he comes. Into Kakashi’s throat, on the fluffy bed, with Iruka at his side.
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