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Undercover Mashup	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Again, a new chapter. Please let me know what you think ^^
(it's quite a long chapter... I hope you don't mind)
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Ibiki hesitates. The door in front of him is no different from the one on the left. Or the one on the right. But for him, it is a world of difference. If he knocks on it, his life will change. At least, his sex life.
So, yeah, considering it all, it’s better to knock.
Hatake-sama is quick to open the door. He stares at Ibiki and looks a bit out of it. That’s not strange, considering that he just came back from a mission.
“Hatake-sama,” Ibiki says with a nod.
“Morino-san,” Hatake-sama responds.
Ibiki has no idea how he should start. Hatake-sama is quite laid back. But even so, it will be strange to ask him for sex lessons. But he has to do it. Ibiki coughs and leans towards Hatake-sama. “I have a favor to ask. May I come in?”
Hatake-sama blinks. “You may,” he says and he steps aside. “Don’t mind the dust bunnies. I’ve just returned from a mission.”
Ibiki passed Hatake-sama and rubs his hands together. “I know. That is why I got here now. My apologies for that. I don’t mean to make you feel uneasy. I had to catch you unoccupied with something else.” His left leg trembles and he hates it. It shows that he is nervous.
“You need a favor,” Hatake-sama says. He puts a hand under his chin and nods. “The answer is yes. I’ve heard it from the Hokage. It’ll be alright.” He coughs and rolls his shoulder. “I can handle it.”
Ibiki widens his eyes. “She told you?” He drops his arms next to his body and stares at his feels. This is rather shameful. It’s not something to be proud of in any way.
Hatake-sama shrugs. “It’s not a bad thing. I mean, he did help Konoha. And, to be honest, I think you were pretty brave, for offering to pay the debt.
Ibiki nods. He feels Hatake-sama’s gaze on him. It actually doesn’t manner, does it? Hatake-sama wants to teach him. He even said he could handle it. That’s the important thing here.
“Right, yes. Well…” Ibiki lifts his gaze up and meets Hatake-sama’s stare. “Come by this address later. We can discuss the details later end do it. You do have to decide what kind of payment you want.” He thrusts a piece of paper into Hatake-sama’s hand and takes off.
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Ibiki looks around. It looks great. He created a sound barrier on his window with the use of a tag, so that not even an ANBU Shinobi can listen in. Now all that is left is to wait for Hatake-sama’s arrival.
He smirks as a familiar chakra makes itself known. With a swift motion he turns around, dashes through his hall and opens the door. Hatake-sama’s fist hits his chest and he glances down. Hatake-sama probably wanted to knock on his door.
“I sensed you chakra,” Ibiki says and he takes a step back. “You must’ve made it easy for me to do so.” He turns around and walks to his bedroom. If he waits, the nerves will get the best of him.
Hatake-sama follows him and stares at Ibiki’s new king sized bed.
“He wanted a king sized bed. At least, that’s my guess. From our conversation in the bar. You probablt heard it from the Hokage.” Ibiki closes the door behind Hatake-sama and points at the bed. “So, there you go.”
Hatake-sama blinks and stares. He briefly diverts his eye to Ibiki and back to the bed again. “What do you want me to do?” he asks.
Ibiki swallows. He’s been dreading this moment. But, it’s fine, really. Hatake-sama is a comrade and he knows what Ibiki now asks from him. He only wants details, so that he knows what to teach.
“Where do you usually start with sex?” Ibiki asks. He turns his head away from Hatake-sama and rubs the back of his head. He can’t believe he’s asking this. “Are you usually naked? Should I undress myself now?” He coughs and turns around. He is a Shinobi of Konoha. He will manage. “I am not experienced. I am glad he knew your name. I am relieved that you said yes and that you want to teach me.”
Ibiki closes his mouth. Right, now, that is out of the way. He should give Hatake-sama some information, about what he already knows. “I gave him a kiss, as proof. To show him I was able to overcome my inexperience and to pay the debt. He placed a hand on my chest and seemed out of breath. That’s a good thing, right?”
He notices Hatake-sama’s nod. So, the kiss was good. At least, as good for Irakusa-san as it was for Ibiki.
“Morino-san, do you want this?” Hatake-sama shakes his head and places a hand on his hip. “Do you want to have sex with this Irakusa-san? There are other ways to pay off a debt. I am willing to take your place. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll do it.” He looks straight into Ibiki’s eyes.
“No,” Ibiki says. He narrows his eyes, averts them ans sighs. “I would never ask that from you. I said I will repay the debt and I will.” He walks over to Hatake-sama and strops in front of him. He wants this. To have sex. Irakusa-san was interested in him.
Ibiki licks his lips. “I want you to teach me. So that it is worth the wait. So that it is worth the amount of debt. In return, I’ll do whatever you want. Perhaps…” He chuckles and shakes his head, remembering Hatake-sama’s place. “Perhaps I can look out after your apartment when you are on a mission.”
“So, you want to have sex with me?” Hatake-sama asks.
Ibiki swallows. Right. To learn about sex, he has to have sex. “Yes,” he says. He coughs and tries to keep his cool. He can’t let Hatake-sama know he’s getting excited. “You’re the best. At least, that is what I hear from the rumors.” Ibiki looks down his body and fiddles with one of the buttons of his shirt. “I want you to teach me. Kisses and other stuff. I know kissing you is out of the question, but perhaps, with the help of a clone…”
“If you seal the room,” Hatake-sama says, staring at the window, “then kisses are possible.”
Ibiki’s heartbeat increases tenfold. That jutsu was worth learning. “Thank you,” he says with a grunt. He concentrates on his breathing and his chakra. A moment later and the room is dark.
“Call me Ibiki, in exchange for the possibility to kiss you.” Ibiki walks into Hatake-sama direction and finds his shoulder. He moves his mouth forwards to Hatake-sama’s ear. “Is this dark enough? Nobody can look inside, nobody can hear us.” He was lucky he tought of that sound barrier.
“It is.” Hatake-sama moves around. “What do you want to know?” he asks.
“How do you start?” Ibiki bites on the inside of his cheek. It feels strange to ask it.
“Do you want to experience it?” Hatake-sama asks.
Ibiki holds his breath. He wants to grabs the man in front of him. To feel him. To make him feel good. And more. But how? “I may ask a tad too much maybe, but how about this: You do it to me first and then, I can do it to you?” He coughs, trying to hide his nervous enthusiasm. “That way, you can check out what I’ve learned.”
“Yes,” Hatake-sama says. He grabs Ibiki’s arm. “That is a good starting point.”
Ibiki supresses the shiver on his back. “But, before we start… what do you want in return?” he asks.
“Nothing. You owe me nothing. No talking about debt around me.” Hatake-sama’s hand finds Ibiki’s cheeks and he guides him down a bit. His lips cover Ibiki’s.
The kiss is warm and soft. Ibiki wants it to last forever. But, no. He pushes Hatake-sama back. “I can’t do that,” he says. He grabs Hatake-sama’s shoulders. “I have to repay you.”
Hatake-sama shudders under his arms. Heat grows in Ibiki’s stomach. He should focus. Hatake-sama should be paid for this lesson.
“We’ll figure something out, if you insist,” Hatake-sama says.
Ibiki rushes forwards, kissing the other man with a hunger he never witnessed before. He wants to get closer, touch more, feel more. Underneath his fingertips, he senses the increased heartbeat of Hatake-sama and he pulls back. He was to eager.
“That was to much right? You kiss me softer, more gentle.”
Hatake-sama chuckles, grabs Ibiki’s knee and pulls it up. Ibiki is forced back and lands on his bed with a loud thump. “It was a good kiss, believe me,” Hatake-sama says.
Ibiki swallows. This is really happening. And Hatake-sama is throwing him around like he weights nothing. A display of power. “Is a display of power like that enjoyable?” he asks.
Hatake-sama jump upon Ibiki, trapping him by putting Ibiki’s stomach in between his les. “Do you find it enjoyable?” he asks. He moves his body over Ibiki.
Ibiki moans. “I do,” he manages to say. He really like this.
"Sex is about discovering what you like.” Hatake-sama says. He places a hand on Ibiki’s chest. “If it’s kisses, touches or ways to be held.” He leans down. “Please tell me when there is something you don’t like.”
There is something Ibiki dislikes at the moment. He wants to feel Hatake-sama’s naked skin. He growls, smirks and grabs a hold of Hatake-sama, turning the world around. Now, Hatake-sama is underneath him, with heightened heartbeat.
Ibiki places his hands on Hatake-sama’s chest. “I don’t like this,” he says and he leans in, moving his hands down. “I don’t like it at all.”
Hatake-sama freezes underneath his touch. His heartbeat has increased once more. Ibiki smirks. The man probably like this side of Ibiki. He should continue this then. He leans down, towards Hatake-sama’s ears. “If I don’t like something, if I don’t enjoy it, may I do something about it to change it?”
Hatake-sama swallows. “Yeah,” he says.
Just the answer Ibiki was expecting. He grabs a kunai and slices it through Hatake-sama’s shirts. He grabs the remains of the clothing and pulls it apart. He pulls himself back from the Copy nin, for a brief moment, to chuck the clothing away. And his own clothing. That’s equally important.
He moves back, placing his legs next to Hatake-sama’s sides again. “You and I, both, to much clothes,” he says. “I mean, there were to many layers between us.” He places a hand on Hatake-sama’s chest.
Hatake-sama sighs. “Yeah, I thought you would say that.” He places one of his hands on Ibiki’s chest. Ibiki closes his eyes. This feels good.
“But, simply asking to take the clothing off works as well,” Hatake-sama says.
Ibiki smirks. “Is that so?” He leans in again and breathes in through his nose. Hatake-sama smells good. “Hatake-sama, can you please remove the rest of your clothing?” He places a hand upon Hatake-sama’s crotch. “Escpecially your pants.” He squeezes a bit and listens to Hatake-sama’s chocked back moan. “They restrict my access to your cock.”
Hatake-sama throws his head back. “Are you fucking with me? You don’t need a teacher.” He grabs Ibiki’s arm and pulls himself up.
“I am not fucking with you,” Ibiki says. He places his hands on Hatake-sama’s chin and kisses him. It’s warm and wet. He pushes his tongue forwards, meeting Hatake-sama’s tongue. The other man whimpers in the kiss. He even tightens his hold on Ibiki’s arm. That’s a good thing right?
Ibiki breaks the kiss, feeling his cock harden. “I do attempt, however, to fuck you.” He releases Hatake-sama’s chin and leans back. “I’m the Head of Interrogation,” he says. He drags a finger down Hatake-sama’s chest. Hatake-sama’s breath hitches and Ibiki decides that he likes that sound.
“I know when people dislike something.” He finds a nipple and pinches down, enjoying the sweet hiss he draws from Hatake-sama’s lips. “People often forget that I know just as much about pleasure.” He pinches again and moves his other hand lower. “So, please, Hatake-sama, please remove your pants.”
Hatake-sama’s breathing is fast. Just like his heartbeat has increased. There are other, minor examples of proof that he likes being called Hatake-sama. That he enjoys the bit rough actions Ibiki undertakes with him. Like the way he moves his head back, just a bit.
“Yes, fuck, Morino. Get yourself off of me.”
Ibiki laughs. He rolls to the side. The moment Hatake-sama’s pants have left the bed, is the moment he moves himself back. “I’m dissapointed, Copy nin,” he says, “you’re still wearing boxers.” Hut he can fix that. So he moves his hands down, pulling the boxers with him
Hatake-sama hisses. “If you know enough about pleasure, why ask me?”
Ibiki bites his lip, grateful for the dark surrounding them. “Irakusa-san talked about you. You were the first one he tought of.” He pulls the boxers past Hatake-sama’s knees. “I do know a lot about pleasure.” He pulls the boxers even lower, over the feet. He grabs one foot and brings it to his cheek. “But my knowledge about sex is non-exsistent.” He rubs his cheek against the foot, and enjoys the shiver running through Hatake-sama’s body and moves up. Over the knee, only to stop at crotch level. “So I figured, why not get the best teacher there is. About sex. I think.”
Hatake-sama shivers again. Ibiki really likes that. Perhaps a tad to much even. “Are there any other questions you need to ask, before you teach me a lesson?” Ibiki asks to distract himself.
“Yes,” Hatake-sama says, “are you going to be the top or bottom?”
“What?” Ibiki leans in. Hatake-sama’s pubic hair tickkles his nose. “Top? Bottom?” He moves up, pushing his nose against Hatake-sama’s stomach.
“No honorific this time?” Hatake-sama asks.
Ibiki smirks and puts more pressure on Hatake-sama’s stomach, nuzzling the bare skin. It seems to make Hatake-sama unable to speak.
“A, top, is the one, a the,” Hatake-sama says.
“Come on, Hatake-sama, focus.” Ibiki chuckles and drags his tongue over the skin, all the way down to the base of Hatake-sama’s cock. The smell fills his nostrils and the urge to suck presents itself. “It’s very important to me. If I don’t learn, I can never pay the debt.” He says it with a low voice, grumbling even.
“Then let me finish!” Kakashi groans. He throws his head back.
Ibiki licks his lips. Let him finish? Climax? He can do that. “That can be arranged.” He places his hands on Hatake-sama’s hips and moves his mouth down. He can do this. Yes. He chuckles and takes the cock into his mouth.
It’s hot, no warm. It makes his mouth water and he swallows.
Hatake-sama throws his head back with a loud moan. The sound fills Ibiki’s body with heath and he humms. He moves one hand down, grabs Hatake-sama’s balls and fondles with it. His other hand moves to Hatake-sama’s butt, squeezing it.
Hatake-sama tenses up and Ibiki moves back for a bit, letting the cock fall from his mouth. He breathes over it, making the other man whimper. It’s also a nice sound, he decides. He leans in to suck again.
Hatake-sama tenses up completely. Ibiki notices, how he stretches his toes, how the muscles harden under his touch.
And then, Ibiki’s mouth is full. Full from cock and more. He clenches his eyes shut and swallows. His hands shift and he grabs a hold of Hatake-sama’s butt.
Hatake-sama swats his hands away, but his arms are not fully functioning. “Stop it,” he says.
“Are you finished?” Ibiki asks. He moves himself up, reaching Hatake-sama’s face. At the same time, he pinches down onto that butt again.
“I meant for you to let me finish my sentene!” Hatake-sama shifts his head. “Bastard.”
Ibiki widens his eyes. Stupid. He was wrong. He breathes in through his nose and breathes out as quietly as possible.
“Turn on the lights,” Hatake-sama demands.
Ibiki complies, without moving an inch. They both blink at each other. Hatake-sama lies down on the bed, glancing around, frowning a bit.
Ibiki closes his eyes. “My apoligies, Hatake-sama.” He tries to even out his breathing, as to not alert the other his nervousness. He should try to continue this. “Tell me about top and bottom, Hatake-sama,” he says.
“Back to honorifics again? Really? After you have my cock in your mouth?” Hatake-sama moves his eyes over Ibiki’s body. He widens his eye and Ibiki wonders why.
Ibiki swallows and tries to regain his cool. “Your pulse changed during that time. You enjoy being called Hatake-sama.” He smirks and leans in. “I am a fast leaner.” He licks Hatake-sama’s ear. “Now, explain the words to me, Hatake-sama.”
Hatake-sama swallows and turns his head away. “Yeah, well, in my words, the top is the guy who pushes his cock into the other guys ass. That other guy is called the bottom. That’s how I view it.”
Ibiki blinks and looks down, to Kakashi’s flaccid cock. Well… thanks to his enthusiasm, this is going to be a problem. Or not. “So… yes…” He nods and rolls to the side, getting of the bed. He walks towards the cabinet and opens the top drawer. “It seems that I was a bit to eager.” He turns and throws a small package onto the bed. “Take one of those.”
It’s the package he got from the Hokage. He only hopes that the pills truly work. Hatake-sama inspects it.
“Please, Hatake-sama,” Ibiki says. He coughs and fumbles with his hands on the drawer. The regret is filling his body and he is starting to get nervous. “I apologize. I was to hasty and wanted to make you come. To experience something like that…” He shakes his head, refuses to look at Kakashi. “If you take a pill, you can fuck me. Be the top, I mean.”
He swallows and drops his boxers and stares at them, as they fall to the floor. He raises his eyes and meets Hatake-sama’s gaze. “I don’t know what Irakusa-san prefers, so it’s best to do both. And I did say that you could do it to me first.” Kakashi stares. Ibiki coughs. “And, you must be hard to take me, so swallow a pill.”
Hatake-sama averts his gaze to the package in front of him and Ibiki shivers. He will lose his virginity to Hatake-sama, if the man will take a pill and gets hard again.
“Where did you get these?” Hatake-sama asks. He keeps looking at Ibiki’s eyes. Almost like a stern father would do.
“The Hokage gave me these. After I told her that you’d be teaching me.” Ibiki places his hands on his hips and stretches his back. “She told me I would need them. If not for you, then perhaps for me.” He rolls his shoulders and frowns. He has no idea why the Hokage would give those things to him. “She said something about needing a lot of practice.” He shakes his head.
“Why did you gave me a blow job?” Hatake-sama asks. His eyes are fixated on Ibiki’s crotch. Ibiki tenses up a bit underneath that gaze. And his cock hardens a bit.
“It was in the heat of the moment,” Ibiki says. He walks towards the bed and places a knee down onto the bed. His cock is half hard. It’s because of Hatake-sama’s stare. “I felt like doing it.” He leans towards Hatake-sama. “I smelled your excitement. I wanted to smell it up close. To taste it.” His forehead rests against Hatake-sama’s. “To feel your cock in my mouth. No. In the back of my throat.” He did want that. All of that.
Hatake-sama moans and closes his eyes. “The picture is clear,” he says and he lifts a hand. “You can stop talking.”
“Why? It works just as well as those pills would do.” Ibiki chuckles and reaches out a hand, softly touching Hatake-sama’s half hard cock, which only hardens more under his touch. “Look at this.” His hand closes around the cock, feeling how it twitches in his hand.
Hatake-sama hisses. “Fuck.” He grabs Ibiki’s hand and forces him away. “You really don’t need a teacher.” It almost sound like he is a bit disappointed.
“Oh, but I do, Hatake… sensei.” Ibiki chuckles and grabs Hatake-sama’s shoulder. He pulls the other man close and bites down. That warm skin in his mouth. He craves more of it. Ibiki sucks hard. It surely will leave a hickey. But it’s nothing that Hatake-sama’s clothing won’t cover.
“If you keep distracting me, you won’t learn anything,” Hatake-sama says.
“Just focus.” Ibiki moves down. “What does a top need to do? I’m guessing you’re not just going to shove it up my ass.” He leans back a bit, chuckles and smirks. Hatake-sama’s cock twitches as soon as the words left his mouth. “You do enjoy the mental image of putting it there, don’t you?”
Hatake-sama closes his eyes and shakes his head. “You’re not allowed to speak.” He swallows. “And, also, turn off the lights again. Remind me to ask you later how you do that.”
Ibiki chuckles. “Is our Copy nin turning shy?” He laughs, but complies and the room is shrouded in darkness again. He bites his lip, secretly thankfull for the darkness surrounding them again.
Hatake-sama grabs Ibiki’s shoulder, pushes him to the side and straddles him once more. Ibiki protests makes a sound of protest, but Hatake-sama silences him with a hot kiss. Ibiki goes limp under that display of dominance and wonders if he likes it or if it reminds him too much of Hatake-sama’s strength.
His own cock twitches, so he must be liking it.
“No speaking, papa bear.” Hatake-sama moves his tongue from Ibiki’s lips to his ear. “Only to answer questions.” He bites down on Ibiki’s shoulder and pinches his nipple. “Do you have lube?”
“Yes, also gifted from the Hokage. Same drawer.” Ibiki’s voice is rough. He wants to say more. Wants to think more. But the idea that Hatake-sama will do more to him in just a few minutes freezes his mind.
“Well prepared, Papa bear.”
Ibiki’s breath hitches after that statement. He wants more compliments like that. Even if he didn’t prepare anything. He just, got the pills and the lube from the Hokage. To think that the Hokage is the one enabling this situation is… quite silly.
And something he doesn’t want to think off at the moment.
Hatake-sama moves back, practically jumps to the drawer, grabbing what it needed.He is back onto Ibiki within a second. He leans in, places kisses all over Ibiki’s body, until his lips touch Ibiki’s penis. There, he stops. “Condoms?” he says.
“No need,” Ibiki manages to say, “Tsunade-sama gave me a look at your medical file. I’m clean as well.” The Hokage is quite a meddling woman, now he thinks about it. But he doesn’t want to think now. He wants to feel.
“Are you going to do the same as I did to you?” Ibiki asks. His legs tremble and Hatake-sama grabs a hold of them. He is surprisingly gentle.
“Do you want that?” Hatake-sama asks, kneading the muscles in Ibiki’s legs. “Do you want to fuck my mouth?” He opens his mouth and licks the tip in front of him.
“I want to experience fucking,” Ibiki says. He groans. “But, you me.” He coughs. “I want you to fuck me.” Yes. His asshole just twitches at the thought.
“You really don’t need a teacher.”
“Hatake, get on with it.” Ibiki is done with it. His legs shake and he needs something. He doesn’t know what. But he can’t handle Hatake-sama’s words any longer.
“Yes, Morino-sama.” Hatake-sama moves his hand down, in between Ibiki’s legs. That hand is covered with something, probably the lube. “Why go through all this trouble?” he asks. He places one finger against against Ibiki’s asshole. “You don’t know him. What if he kills you?”
Ibiki grunts, places his feet flat on the bed. He has his eyes closed and his head is thrown back. “He wouldn’t.” He pushes his butt towards Hatake-sama, desperate for more contact than he is receiving at the moment. He doesn’t want to think about Irakusa-san at the moment.
No, he wants to think about Hatake-sama, the man who is in front of him. The man whose fingers is touching his ass. That man.
“He could hurt you. Perhaps he got a kink. Maybe he wants to create a new set of scars.” Hatake-sama pulls his finger back.
“He wouldn’t.” Ibiki growls and lifts his legs up, wrapping his feet around Hatake-sama’s body and pulling him close. “Fuck me, Copy nin.”
“I liked it better when you used honorifics.”
“Hatake-sama, please, fuck me.” Ibiki arches his back. “Put it in me. Fuck me. Make me feel it.” He can’t believe himself, saying those words just like that. Without holding back. He never experienced something like this before. Never. Not even when he was captured.
“I can’t fuck you,” Hatake-sama says. He sighs and leans down. “I can’t fuck you, but I will make you come with my fingers.” He places one hand on Ibiki’s butt. The other moves in between Ibiki’s butt cheeks. With his index finger he searches and finds Ibiki’s asshole. “Lesson one, Morino-san, you have to be prepped. You, or your partner, should loosen your ass first, before going at it with a cock.” He pushes one finger inside.
Ibiki growls, and lies his head down. “Why won’t you fuck me, Hatake?” he asks. It’s probably shamefull of him to ask is as bluntly as he did just now, but he needs to know. He growls again as Hatake-sama puts another finger near his entrance. “What is the reason that you, so to quote you, can’t fuck me?” He clenches his asshole and Hatake-sama hisses.
“Think of it like this, Ibiki,” Hatake-sama starts. “Irakusa-san has an interest in you. I heard the rumors. I bet he heard about your reputation. I bet he knows about you. And, another thing…I bet he wants to be your first.” He coughs and pushes a third finger inside.
Ibiki remains silent. His first. Right. Yes. Taking a persons virginity is something precious, right? People, the ones who get married, often wait until they are married to do such a thing. It is not quite common among Shinobi, because, why wait until marriage when you could get killed everyday? For Ibiki to be a virgin, it’s a rare fenomenom.
“First?” Ibiki has to ask about it. To see if he is following Hatake-sama’s thoughts about this right.
“Well, yeah. You are a virgin, right? This would be your first time having sex. And, well… that is seen as something precious.” Hatake-sama moves his fingers in and out. “How else would it be enough? He saved that one team first. And, well, we’re talking about four lives with that one. But then, after, he saved the whole village.”
Hatake-sama’s finger touches something inside of Ibiki, something new. Ibiki trashes underneath Hatake-sama, unable to control his body. “Fuck, what’s this?” he asks.
He receives no answer. Hatake-sama keeps his finger moving, right against that spot inside of Ibiki. Hitting it death on every time. It’s too much. Ibiki widens his eyes and tenses up completely. There is a moment in which nothing is real, except for his out of breath body and his raging heartbeat.
“Hatake…” Ibiki takes his sweet time to get his breathing under control and pushes himself into a sitting position. He has to let Hatake-sama know it is alright. “I understand. Irakusa-san probably only wants me because of my virgin state. You’re right. But still, I told him I would make his wait worthwhile.” He coughs. “Can I turn the lights on?”
“Sure,” Hatake-sama says.
Ibiki concentrates and turns on the lights. Hatake-sama stares at him, with a hint of red just above the ending of his mask. Ibiki feels how there is a sticky substance on his body. On his stomach and chest. That must be the reason why Hatake-sama is staring. It must be ugly, dirty or something else like that.
He bites his lip and refuses to raise his gaze. “Would me fucking you mean the same thing? I mean, you said I could do that after you’d fuck me.” He rolls his shoulders and look up, face full of determination.
Hatake-sama nods. “Yes, no, I mean.” He coughs and glances to the side. “You may fuck me. Still. I don’t think he would mind it that much. But, well, the question is… do you want to fuck me?” He moves to the edge of the bed and straightens his back. “Do you see this as training? Simply something to get better at it?”
Ibiki wants to hit himself in the head. “I see. I understand.” He nods. “I wont ask again.”
Hatake-sama frowns. “What do you understand?” he asks.
“You’re Hatake Kakashi, the Copy nin. Fucking you is an honor. I am not yet worthy of that honor. Not because I lack the experience, well, perhaps that is a part of it. But more like, that I would view this as just simple training.” Ibiki frowns and shakes his head. “Not that it is that simple, but well.” The start of a new blush is on his face and he turns away. He should stop talking. And thinking. There is no way he will ever be able to fuck Hatake-sama. He should completely forget about it.
“I think we should call it a night.” Hatake-sama moves off of the bed and nods. “We can talk about it some other time. I have a mission in the morning.”
Ibiki doesn’t respond. He has no idea what he would say. What he can say to change Hatake-sama’s mind. The Copy nin is right. Perhaps the only reason that Irakusa-san wants to fuck him, is because of the virgin state of his body. Even if he wants to fuck Hatake-sama, that would be a bad idea. Then he would be unable to pay the debt.
Hatake-sama leaves without saying another word and Ibiki moves to clean himself.
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