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Pig's Ear Part 3
Title: Pigs Ear Pt3
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Ibiki x Iruka x Kakashi x Tenzou
Rating: NC17
Summary: Featherweight oil wrestling, what better way to decide on second place! No kisbet (leather pants) past this point.
Running an oily hand down his pale chest, Kakashi stared down at Tenzou, who was sprawled erotically in Ibiki’s lap, right where Kakashi had been comfortably ensconced since losing at Twister. The wood user’s suggestion to Ibiki had been good though, using traditional folk oil-wrestling to decide second place. After all his years training with Gai, Kakashi was rather proud of his wrestling skills. He was positive that he could beat Iruka at this game.
He could practically feel Kakashi’s excitement at his suggestion and hid his face against Ibiki’s scarred chest. Tenzou knew for a fact that Iruka was a wrestler from way back. He might not have competed in years, but that didn’t mean that he’d forgotten how to do it. Tenzou was sure that the Academy sensei would be more than a match for Kakashi, and if he wasn’t, well then that was the luck of the draw. The fact that Iruka was agreeing to the suggestion pointed to the fact that the younger man was feeling pretty confident.
Watching the vibes between his three lovers was endlessly amusing, and Ibiki relished every opportunity to observe them. Of course, with a lap full of eager Tenzou, his attention was somewhat divided, but that didn’t lessen the enjoyment in the slightest. It was a wonderful suggestion that the man had had, naked oil wrestling, with the winner the one who managed to insert a finger into the others anus first. Traditionally of course, the wrestlers were outfitted with leather pants, but Ibiki definitely preferred Tenzou’s little alteration to the rules.
Stretching his oily muscles, Iruka shot a look at Tenzou, but the wood user was pre-occupied with one of Ibiki’s nipples. Kakashi on the other hand looked both confident, and absolutely gorgeous. The light was shining on his pale musculature, and highlighting his scarce body hair with tantalising glints. Iruka couldn’t wait to get his hands on the man. There was more than one way to wrestle with insertion as the goal, and Iruka fancied that he was rather a good chance for second place.
With the Twister game relegated to the corner, and a chalk circle drawn on the floor to designate the wrestling arena, Kakashi took his stance. Opposite him, Iruka also got set, and then Ibiki called a start to their match. Iruka moved in immediately and Kakashi easily blocked him. Oil wrestling was more difficult than the regular wrestling that he occasionally indulged in with Gai, and Kakashi swore as his hands slipped and Iruka was able to barge into him.
The sight of two attractive men, coated in oil, and grappling bodily with each other stirred Tenzou like nothing else. The fact that he was cuddled up to an aroused Ibiki, who was teasing and taunting him with feathery touches and tiny kisses, was certainly not helping. Wrapping his arms around the larger man, he sent his hands on a slow, caressing, journey southwards. The way that Ibiki breathed out in his ear, sent shivers of delight shooting along his nerves.
Tenzou’s hands were making their inevitable way towards his ass, and Ibiki couldn’t have been happier. Before him, in all their naked, oiled, glory were Kakashi and Iruka, grappling for the chance to play second fiddle to Tenzou’s lead. The way that the light was shining on the pair of them was making his heart pound and his aching arousal leak copiously. Groaning out wordless encouragement to all three of them, Ibiki slowly repositioned himself to give Tenzou more room to move.
Iruka had always known that Kakashi was a slippery bastard, and it had never been more true than at this exact moment. Trying to get a hold on him was like trying to hold onto water, and Iruka’s confidence was wavering. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Tenzou was trying to get a leap on them by starting early. If Ibiki’s glazed expression was any indication, he was doing rather a good job. Determined not to let the wood user get too far ahead, Iruka re-doubled his efforts against the copy-nin.
It was obvious that Iruka was having difficulties with the match, although Kakashi suspected that it had more to do with the action happening on the sidelines then any particular skill on his behalf. It was a bit of a blow to his ego, but one that he was willing to overlook if it meant that he was able to beat Iruka. Gritting his teeth, Kakashi made a pass at the other man, but Iruka avoided it easily, and their slippery bodies slid past one another effortlessly.
It was clear that neither one of the participants really had their mind on the wrestling match. Not that Tenzou particularly blamed them. If he was in their positions, he too would probably be more concerned with the action occurring just out of reach. As it was, he was rather proud of his ministrations on Ibiki. The torture expert was flushed and sweating, his eyes were glazed and his legs were shamelessly spread to allow Tenzou’s finger entry to his body.
He really needed to do this more often. Tenzou’s finger was gently probing between his spread cheeks and Ibiki was in seventh heaven. Before him, it appeared as if Iruka had the upper hand currently, although it didn’t look like Kakashi was going to take losing lying down. He hoped that they got a wriggle on sooner rather than later as Tenzou’s activities were getting him all hot and bothered. He was done with appetisers, he wanted the main course, and he wanted it now.
Almost! Iruka swore as Kakashi slithered out of his grip. He’d been so very close to victory, and it had slipped through his oily fingers. Then, he felt a slick weight on his back, an arm whipped around his torso to hold him still, and a slippery finger probed between his cheeks. He thrashed and tried to throw the other man across the room, but to no avail, the slender digit penetrating his body and proclaiming him terminus of their forthcoming activities.
Thrusting slowly with his finger, Kakashi released his grip on Iruka’s slick body, and ran his other hand down the polished abs. He could feel Iruka’s heart pounding against his ribs, and he raised his eyes to meet Ibiki’s lust glazed gaze. Tenzou still had his back turned, but by the movement of his shoulder, it was clear that he was the cause of Ibiki’s inattention. Slowly pushing his captive towards the others, he inched them around until they had the best view in the house and slowly sank to the floor.
...to be continued...
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Naruto
Pairing: Ibiki x Iruka x Kakashi x Tenzou
Rating: NC17
Summary: Featherweight oil wrestling, what better way to decide on second place! No kisbet (leather pants) past this point.
Running an oily hand down his pale chest, Kakashi stared down at Tenzou, who was sprawled erotically in Ibiki’s lap, right where Kakashi had been comfortably ensconced since losing at Twister. The wood user’s suggestion to Ibiki had been good though, using traditional folk oil-wrestling to decide second place. After all his years training with Gai, Kakashi was rather proud of his wrestling skills. He was positive that he could beat Iruka at this game.
He could practically feel Kakashi’s excitement at his suggestion and hid his face against Ibiki’s scarred chest. Tenzou knew for a fact that Iruka was a wrestler from way back. He might not have competed in years, but that didn’t mean that he’d forgotten how to do it. Tenzou was sure that the Academy sensei would be more than a match for Kakashi, and if he wasn’t, well then that was the luck of the draw. The fact that Iruka was agreeing to the suggestion pointed to the fact that the younger man was feeling pretty confident.
Watching the vibes between his three lovers was endlessly amusing, and Ibiki relished every opportunity to observe them. Of course, with a lap full of eager Tenzou, his attention was somewhat divided, but that didn’t lessen the enjoyment in the slightest. It was a wonderful suggestion that the man had had, naked oil wrestling, with the winner the one who managed to insert a finger into the others anus first. Traditionally of course, the wrestlers were outfitted with leather pants, but Ibiki definitely preferred Tenzou’s little alteration to the rules.
Stretching his oily muscles, Iruka shot a look at Tenzou, but the wood user was pre-occupied with one of Ibiki’s nipples. Kakashi on the other hand looked both confident, and absolutely gorgeous. The light was shining on his pale musculature, and highlighting his scarce body hair with tantalising glints. Iruka couldn’t wait to get his hands on the man. There was more than one way to wrestle with insertion as the goal, and Iruka fancied that he was rather a good chance for second place.
With the Twister game relegated to the corner, and a chalk circle drawn on the floor to designate the wrestling arena, Kakashi took his stance. Opposite him, Iruka also got set, and then Ibiki called a start to their match. Iruka moved in immediately and Kakashi easily blocked him. Oil wrestling was more difficult than the regular wrestling that he occasionally indulged in with Gai, and Kakashi swore as his hands slipped and Iruka was able to barge into him.
The sight of two attractive men, coated in oil, and grappling bodily with each other stirred Tenzou like nothing else. The fact that he was cuddled up to an aroused Ibiki, who was teasing and taunting him with feathery touches and tiny kisses, was certainly not helping. Wrapping his arms around the larger man, he sent his hands on a slow, caressing, journey southwards. The way that Ibiki breathed out in his ear, sent shivers of delight shooting along his nerves.
Tenzou’s hands were making their inevitable way towards his ass, and Ibiki couldn’t have been happier. Before him, in all their naked, oiled, glory were Kakashi and Iruka, grappling for the chance to play second fiddle to Tenzou’s lead. The way that the light was shining on the pair of them was making his heart pound and his aching arousal leak copiously. Groaning out wordless encouragement to all three of them, Ibiki slowly repositioned himself to give Tenzou more room to move.
Iruka had always known that Kakashi was a slippery bastard, and it had never been more true than at this exact moment. Trying to get a hold on him was like trying to hold onto water, and Iruka’s confidence was wavering. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Tenzou was trying to get a leap on them by starting early. If Ibiki’s glazed expression was any indication, he was doing rather a good job. Determined not to let the wood user get too far ahead, Iruka re-doubled his efforts against the copy-nin.
It was obvious that Iruka was having difficulties with the match, although Kakashi suspected that it had more to do with the action happening on the sidelines then any particular skill on his behalf. It was a bit of a blow to his ego, but one that he was willing to overlook if it meant that he was able to beat Iruka. Gritting his teeth, Kakashi made a pass at the other man, but Iruka avoided it easily, and their slippery bodies slid past one another effortlessly.
It was clear that neither one of the participants really had their mind on the wrestling match. Not that Tenzou particularly blamed them. If he was in their positions, he too would probably be more concerned with the action occurring just out of reach. As it was, he was rather proud of his ministrations on Ibiki. The torture expert was flushed and sweating, his eyes were glazed and his legs were shamelessly spread to allow Tenzou’s finger entry to his body.
He really needed to do this more often. Tenzou’s finger was gently probing between his spread cheeks and Ibiki was in seventh heaven. Before him, it appeared as if Iruka had the upper hand currently, although it didn’t look like Kakashi was going to take losing lying down. He hoped that they got a wriggle on sooner rather than later as Tenzou’s activities were getting him all hot and bothered. He was done with appetisers, he wanted the main course, and he wanted it now.
Almost! Iruka swore as Kakashi slithered out of his grip. He’d been so very close to victory, and it had slipped through his oily fingers. Then, he felt a slick weight on his back, an arm whipped around his torso to hold him still, and a slippery finger probed between his cheeks. He thrashed and tried to throw the other man across the room, but to no avail, the slender digit penetrating his body and proclaiming him terminus of their forthcoming activities.
Thrusting slowly with his finger, Kakashi released his grip on Iruka’s slick body, and ran his other hand down the polished abs. He could feel Iruka’s heart pounding against his ribs, and he raised his eyes to meet Ibiki’s lust glazed gaze. Tenzou still had his back turned, but by the movement of his shoulder, it was clear that he was the cause of Ibiki’s inattention. Slowly pushing his captive towards the others, he inched them around until they had the best view in the house and slowly sank to the floor.
...to be continued...