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Shino’s Interrogation
Chapter 18: Shino’s Interrogation
This interrogation room was white, not blue. Uzuki, the only purple-haired female ANBU member I knew of, came in and handed Shino a paper.
“Hi, Uzuki, how’s it going?” I asked.
Her masked faced turned to me, showing no emotion of course, but her voice made it clear she didn’t like being called by her name and greeted by someone in interrogation so casually, “I’m doing better than you. I liked your other outfit better.”
I grinned. If she hadn’t added that last snide comment, I might have thought I was in serious trouble. That she was trying to make me feel bad cheered me up.
“Me, too,” I told her, adding, “and it would be a lot more fun for interrogation. But sadly one can’t stay home and play sex games all the time." I shrugged and made a face, "Hell, I had to go back to work for the sake of the village. But if I keep getting interrogated every other Friday, I’ll try to dress up for it. Hey, but, seriously, Uzuki, I didn’t know you were gay. I’ll try not to be so provocative.”
Uzuki stood there for a while, then just turned and left without saying a word. Shino sighed and pulled off his mask and set it on the table. He had his reflective dark glasses on under the mask. He held the note Uzuki had given him in front of him. I was facing the mirror, and his back was to it. He was letting me read the note. He only gave me a second to see it reflected in his glasses, but the note was short anyway: “F-ed up. BS 4 1 hr.” It was both pretty risking and very nice of him to have let me in on the fact that I was in no trouble. I guess he really didn’t hate me after all.
“Well, Shino, it’s nice to see your—perfectly putrid face again." I had intended to say something about his pretty face, but he had effectively prevented that by a disgusting display of his little friends.
"That’s actually a really cool interrogation technique. So you open up the holes in your cheeks and just have random bug parts stick out and gross out the suspect,” I said actually pretty intrigued by the potential of Shino as an interrogator. “Oh, I remember the report I wrote on you—it was all about how I’d like to see you scare the crap out of this low life using your bugs. I guess somebody thought it would work. So are you an interrogation expert now?”
Shino might have still been wearing his mask for all the emotion that showed on his face, but it was still nice to see moving lips. “We aren’t here to talk about me, but for you to tell me about your relationship with Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka. Is urination always a part of your sexual encounters with these two?”
Ohh, now that was nasty. Even if this was a bullshit session, it would be transcribed and recorded. I decided to play dumb. “Shino, what do you mean? What would urination have to do with sex?”
“Exactly, please explain why you felt you needed to urinate in front of two men having sex,” said Shino in his usual voice as if he said this sort of thing everyday.
I couldn’t help but start to laugh, “Because it isn’t socially acceptable to pee on the floor or piss my pants, silly. If they had just locked the darn door, I wouldn’t have walked in. And even so, if they had just presented an illusion of being dressed in there, I’d have left. But I think the problem is that Kakashi and I weren’t thinking like ninjas. I don’t think Iruka was really given a choice in the whole thing. Kakashi is a jounin; you’d expect better, but hey, I saw Iruka. Come on, he’s in love with that cutie. I knew he was gay; I couldn’t figure out why he never openly dated, but of course it all makes sense now.”
I was interested in what direction Shino would take this. Given he got that note, Kakashi and Iruka had probably cleared up the whole incident with Ibiki. I figured Ibiki just getting in a little early punishment for having given Iruka too much of a long look. Shino didn’t need to ask any questions, but maybe he had some previous directives or just was curious. Would he play dumb and ask me to clarify or just agree it was all obvious, so we could move on to a new topic?
After a while I realized Shino was just waiting me out. Dammit, the man knew I got bored sitting there doing nothing. Of course I wouldn’t just sit there and say nothing, for—what time was it—oh crap, fifty-three more minutes until this little farce could end. Of course I wasn’t supposed to know that it was going to end in an hour. Hell, that could also be a fake. Maybe the note was deliberately flashed to me to see if I would relax and spill the beans in casual chitchat. But there were no beans to spill—oh, lord, why were all my relationships so fucked up? And dammit, I hadn't had lunch or my afternoon quickie with Ibiki. Despite what I had said to Iruka, I had been hoping we could squeeze in some sex before I had had to go back to work. Just thinking about what I had missed because of using the wrong bathroom made me impatient.
“Come on, Shino, haven’t you ever been in love? Don’t you remember what it’s like? You can’t focus on anything, but that absolute craving and need for more of the one you love. You walk into walls, you can’t remember how to talk, and you become semi-retarded. This is just a case of Kakashi and I losing it because we’re so fucking out of our minds with shock that for once we’re in love with our lovers and that they might really be the ones we want to spend the rest of our lives with.”
A hurt look crossed Shino’s face. I just realized that I basically said I had tried to sleep with Shino without really caring about him at all, which was just plain cruel. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry, Shino, I shouldn’t have said that. But you know, in the beginning, I’m almost always in love—just shit happens, and I know it wouldn’t work. We couldn’t be a couple—I’d be too freaked out about you loving your bugs more than me and worrying if I accidentally iced a few, I’d be in the shit house. Hey, but look on the bright side, you’re really good with this interrogation stuff.”
“Yea, right,” said Shino grumpily, “Which is it—you’re so brain dead from love you can’t see through an illusion a genin would, or I’m the brilliant interrogator?”
“It’s both, Baka. You can be a brilliant interrogator if you want, Shino. I mean your not really even trying with me. You know my weaknesses, and you’ve been a total sweetie about it, which is exactly the opposite of what you need to do to crack me.” I started thinking about how Ibiki could reduce me to a quivering ball needing to please him, mad to please him, willing to pretty much do anything for him. Oh, god, he’d be angry even if he knew I was completely uninterested in Iruka and Kakashi. Oh lord—my mind was already racing ahead to what sort of exquiste sexual torture my very own expert might subject me to tonight.
A slap on the face from Shino made me whimper and tremble. My fantasies had me so aroused, I’d completely forgotten about him. Embarrasingly, the slap excited me and made me focus on Shino. God, I forgetten how sexy he was when he was really, really mad. I moaned and licked my lips. I’d always wanted to be at the mercy of an interrogator, an interrogator both mad at me and wanting me. The thought that Ibiki might be watching behind the glass, ready to punish me for my arousal at Shino’s slap, only made me feel more excited.
“Shino, Shino, don’t do this to me,” I begged in a voice husky with desire and need. For all my words, it was pathetically clear that I was on the verge of losing my self-control.
“You liked that slap, didn’t you?” demanded Shino in an angry voice, “Admit it, you just like men that treat you like dirt.”
“No, Shino, no, no, that’s not it,” I grasped out, “It’s, oh god, don’t ask me, just leave me be, Shino.” I broke off, shaking in one of those pre-orgasmic spasms that indicated I was so ready to cum. I burst into tears, trembling even more, “Please, please, I need Ibiki, get me Ibiki, Shino, please, I love him, and I don’t want you to make me cum. He’ll be very, very angry with me.”
“I’m close to making you cum? Holy shit, you’re a fucking slut; you’re a whore. You’re not in love with Ibiki, or you wouldn’t be sitting here panting like that and smelling like that.”
“Ohhhh, ohhh, please,” was all I could say.
Then Shino somehow had me pinned against the wall, his body grinding into mine, his tongue deep in my throat. I lost it and began to cum, crying and ashamed that he was able to get me off when I was in love with Ibiki. Even as my orgasm shook my body, I wept and sobbed. When Shino threw my body way from him, I just curled into a ball on the floor, riding out my orgasm, lost in my tears and worries that I had driven away the one man I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with—Ibiki.
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Note to CChatsworth--sorry, I got distracted by some Hinata stories I want to write, taking a trip across half of America, and, of course, actually doing my job. I will try to keep adding chapters, but it mostly likely will just be one per week. Thanks for the nice comments everyone!
This interrogation room was white, not blue. Uzuki, the only purple-haired female ANBU member I knew of, came in and handed Shino a paper.
“Hi, Uzuki, how’s it going?” I asked.
Her masked faced turned to me, showing no emotion of course, but her voice made it clear she didn’t like being called by her name and greeted by someone in interrogation so casually, “I’m doing better than you. I liked your other outfit better.”
I grinned. If she hadn’t added that last snide comment, I might have thought I was in serious trouble. That she was trying to make me feel bad cheered me up.
“Me, too,” I told her, adding, “and it would be a lot more fun for interrogation. But sadly one can’t stay home and play sex games all the time." I shrugged and made a face, "Hell, I had to go back to work for the sake of the village. But if I keep getting interrogated every other Friday, I’ll try to dress up for it. Hey, but, seriously, Uzuki, I didn’t know you were gay. I’ll try not to be so provocative.”
Uzuki stood there for a while, then just turned and left without saying a word. Shino sighed and pulled off his mask and set it on the table. He had his reflective dark glasses on under the mask. He held the note Uzuki had given him in front of him. I was facing the mirror, and his back was to it. He was letting me read the note. He only gave me a second to see it reflected in his glasses, but the note was short anyway: “F-ed up. BS 4 1 hr.” It was both pretty risking and very nice of him to have let me in on the fact that I was in no trouble. I guess he really didn’t hate me after all.
“Well, Shino, it’s nice to see your—perfectly putrid face again." I had intended to say something about his pretty face, but he had effectively prevented that by a disgusting display of his little friends.
"That’s actually a really cool interrogation technique. So you open up the holes in your cheeks and just have random bug parts stick out and gross out the suspect,” I said actually pretty intrigued by the potential of Shino as an interrogator. “Oh, I remember the report I wrote on you—it was all about how I’d like to see you scare the crap out of this low life using your bugs. I guess somebody thought it would work. So are you an interrogation expert now?”
Shino might have still been wearing his mask for all the emotion that showed on his face, but it was still nice to see moving lips. “We aren’t here to talk about me, but for you to tell me about your relationship with Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka. Is urination always a part of your sexual encounters with these two?”
Ohh, now that was nasty. Even if this was a bullshit session, it would be transcribed and recorded. I decided to play dumb. “Shino, what do you mean? What would urination have to do with sex?”
“Exactly, please explain why you felt you needed to urinate in front of two men having sex,” said Shino in his usual voice as if he said this sort of thing everyday.
I couldn’t help but start to laugh, “Because it isn’t socially acceptable to pee on the floor or piss my pants, silly. If they had just locked the darn door, I wouldn’t have walked in. And even so, if they had just presented an illusion of being dressed in there, I’d have left. But I think the problem is that Kakashi and I weren’t thinking like ninjas. I don’t think Iruka was really given a choice in the whole thing. Kakashi is a jounin; you’d expect better, but hey, I saw Iruka. Come on, he’s in love with that cutie. I knew he was gay; I couldn’t figure out why he never openly dated, but of course it all makes sense now.”
I was interested in what direction Shino would take this. Given he got that note, Kakashi and Iruka had probably cleared up the whole incident with Ibiki. I figured Ibiki just getting in a little early punishment for having given Iruka too much of a long look. Shino didn’t need to ask any questions, but maybe he had some previous directives or just was curious. Would he play dumb and ask me to clarify or just agree it was all obvious, so we could move on to a new topic?
After a while I realized Shino was just waiting me out. Dammit, the man knew I got bored sitting there doing nothing. Of course I wouldn’t just sit there and say nothing, for—what time was it—oh crap, fifty-three more minutes until this little farce could end. Of course I wasn’t supposed to know that it was going to end in an hour. Hell, that could also be a fake. Maybe the note was deliberately flashed to me to see if I would relax and spill the beans in casual chitchat. But there were no beans to spill—oh, lord, why were all my relationships so fucked up? And dammit, I hadn't had lunch or my afternoon quickie with Ibiki. Despite what I had said to Iruka, I had been hoping we could squeeze in some sex before I had had to go back to work. Just thinking about what I had missed because of using the wrong bathroom made me impatient.
“Come on, Shino, haven’t you ever been in love? Don’t you remember what it’s like? You can’t focus on anything, but that absolute craving and need for more of the one you love. You walk into walls, you can’t remember how to talk, and you become semi-retarded. This is just a case of Kakashi and I losing it because we’re so fucking out of our minds with shock that for once we’re in love with our lovers and that they might really be the ones we want to spend the rest of our lives with.”
A hurt look crossed Shino’s face. I just realized that I basically said I had tried to sleep with Shino without really caring about him at all, which was just plain cruel. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry, Shino, I shouldn’t have said that. But you know, in the beginning, I’m almost always in love—just shit happens, and I know it wouldn’t work. We couldn’t be a couple—I’d be too freaked out about you loving your bugs more than me and worrying if I accidentally iced a few, I’d be in the shit house. Hey, but look on the bright side, you’re really good with this interrogation stuff.”
“Yea, right,” said Shino grumpily, “Which is it—you’re so brain dead from love you can’t see through an illusion a genin would, or I’m the brilliant interrogator?”
“It’s both, Baka. You can be a brilliant interrogator if you want, Shino. I mean your not really even trying with me. You know my weaknesses, and you’ve been a total sweetie about it, which is exactly the opposite of what you need to do to crack me.” I started thinking about how Ibiki could reduce me to a quivering ball needing to please him, mad to please him, willing to pretty much do anything for him. Oh, god, he’d be angry even if he knew I was completely uninterested in Iruka and Kakashi. Oh lord—my mind was already racing ahead to what sort of exquiste sexual torture my very own expert might subject me to tonight.
A slap on the face from Shino made me whimper and tremble. My fantasies had me so aroused, I’d completely forgotten about him. Embarrasingly, the slap excited me and made me focus on Shino. God, I forgetten how sexy he was when he was really, really mad. I moaned and licked my lips. I’d always wanted to be at the mercy of an interrogator, an interrogator both mad at me and wanting me. The thought that Ibiki might be watching behind the glass, ready to punish me for my arousal at Shino’s slap, only made me feel more excited.
“Shino, Shino, don’t do this to me,” I begged in a voice husky with desire and need. For all my words, it was pathetically clear that I was on the verge of losing my self-control.
“You liked that slap, didn’t you?” demanded Shino in an angry voice, “Admit it, you just like men that treat you like dirt.”
“No, Shino, no, no, that’s not it,” I grasped out, “It’s, oh god, don’t ask me, just leave me be, Shino.” I broke off, shaking in one of those pre-orgasmic spasms that indicated I was so ready to cum. I burst into tears, trembling even more, “Please, please, I need Ibiki, get me Ibiki, Shino, please, I love him, and I don’t want you to make me cum. He’ll be very, very angry with me.”
“I’m close to making you cum? Holy shit, you’re a fucking slut; you’re a whore. You’re not in love with Ibiki, or you wouldn’t be sitting here panting like that and smelling like that.”
“Ohhhh, ohhh, please,” was all I could say.
Then Shino somehow had me pinned against the wall, his body grinding into mine, his tongue deep in my throat. I lost it and began to cum, crying and ashamed that he was able to get me off when I was in love with Ibiki. Even as my orgasm shook my body, I wept and sobbed. When Shino threw my body way from him, I just curled into a ball on the floor, riding out my orgasm, lost in my tears and worries that I had driven away the one man I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with—Ibiki.
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Note to CChatsworth--sorry, I got distracted by some Hinata stories I want to write, taking a trip across half of America, and, of course, actually doing my job. I will try to keep adding chapters, but it mostly likely will just be one per week. Thanks for the nice comments everyone!