A Very Good Day

Title: Requests
Pairing: IbikixIruka
Authors: Athame(Ibiki) and Kiterie/SumiHatake(Iruka)
Summary: Sequel to 'A Really Good Day'
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, plot and such are ours however

A/N: Because people requested that Athame and I do more with them so we did. Besides we needed to answer the question of what Ibiki used the request for so it worked.

Iruka leaned back in the chair and propped his feet up on the other's desk. "I can't believe any of them actually thought that you would fall for something so stupid," he said, shaking his head. "Naruto's more creative than that lot."

The biggest problem was that they'd rushed and left a piece of string hanging out of the door, so when Ibiki had gone to open it, he'd seen it and grabbed Aoba's shoulder. Iruka, for his part, had stood back and watched as Aoba's face fell and he practically whimpered, pleading with a look not to be forced to open the door. Or, perhaps the look had been caused by the death-grip Ibiki'd had on his shoulder. Not that it had helped either way; the head of T&I did not cave to pathetic looks and pleas. Aoba was probably still scrubbing the purple dye off of his skin and out of his hair. The floor wasn't much better off, but both Ibiki and Iruka were untouched by the prank.

Shifting his large form, and reaching forward to push the other's feet to the floor as he did every time they were put up there, Ibiki grunted. "You'd be surprised what they try to pull over on me. There was an incident last week with some weird sticky string-like substance in canisters in my desk drawers." He threaded his fingers together as he laid his hands on his desk. "I have to give them points for being stubborn enough to not give up on actually succeeding." He smirked. "Of course, that they haven't figured out I always get them back, negates that."

The chunin pouted slightly at having his feet pushed off, even though he only did it to push the other's buttons. "For ANBU, they're not very observant."

"No, sometimes they aren't." He smirked at the other. "I don't suppose you have anything clever in that devious mind of yours to help me see to my... retribution?" Iruka was surprisingly, and pleasantly, devious. It was one of many things that drew Ibiki to him.

"I don't know... Aoba purple is almost retribution in and of itself," Iruka laughed. "Although, if the others went unpunished, it would lead to a bad precedent. And, they laughed pretty hard themselves, so they'll think anything that happens to all of them is Aoba getting revenge on them."

There were plenty of things they could do to each of them, but it would be better if the prank was on all of them at once. "The key, I think, would be getting them all at once, while Aoba isn't around. Maybe somehow making sure he's late to a meeting, that they all show up to on time to..." He chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"All show up on time?" Ibiki snorted. "That happens once a month, if I'm lucky." Sighing, he sat back. "It has been a while since I promised them a treat for their hard work. Mention free food, and they're always on time." He ran a hand back over his cloth covered head, mind going over what could be done to make Aoba late, as he often was one of the first there for the free food. Not to mention the matter of what to do to the rest of them.

"If I could get Aoba away, maybe on some premise of needing him to help me with something..." Iruka paused, trying to think of what would require Aoba specifically. "The way they scarf their food, I'd suggest laxatives only that would give it away as you."

Iruka frowned and messed with his hair, pulling the hair tie out and scrubbing his fingers through it. "If we did it a day that Aoba works the mission desk with me, I could keep him late with paperwork or..." He laughed as the thought occurred to him. "...if I really wanted to screw with his head, flirt with him." It wasn't a serious remark, but Aoba had asked him out once, fairly recently, and it would work. Though, it would be rather cruel, since he had no interest in his friend, never had, not even before Ibiki.

The motion of hair falling from it's almost constant ponytail instantly drew Ibiki's eyes. He was rather obsessed with Iruka's hair, and found himself distracted as Iruka's nimble fingers moved through it. He only vaguely heard what the chunin was saying until the words 'flirt with him' filtered through, and he gave a small growl at the thought.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Iruka; he trusted him more, perhaps, than he'd ever trusted anyone. He had to, to have let him so deeply into his life. It was simply that the thought of anyone near Iruka in that way made him feel... possessive.

"Paperwork sounds like a good enough distraction to make him late." He shifted in his seat, working his way out of his coat, as he'd not bothered with removing it before sitting down. It draped over the back of his chair as he leaned forward on his desk, watching the chunin. The hair was still distracting him, just by framing the other man's face.

The growl wasn't missed, and Iruka looked up, smirking. "I don't know... the flirting would keep him there far longer," he teased, standing and moving to sit on the edge of Ibiki's desk. "Alone, in the file room..." The grin widened for a moment. "Of course, if he actually tried anything..." Iruka shuddered. "Kissing him is like... I don't know, trying to kiss one of the Inuzuka's dogs." His face contorted at the memory. "I don't care how drunk he was... there is just no excuse for that."

Leaning back on one hand, Iruka gave Ibiki a rather bratty grin. It was fun to tease the man, see what buttons he could push. And, he enjoyed seeing the other riled.

Growling openly, Ibiki grabbed Iruka by the hips and pulled him unceremoniously into his lap. "Brat," he grunted before kissing him possessively so as to erase any thoughts of anyone else's kiss. "Paperwork will work, but if you have to flirt with him... Well, he better not try anything or I'll kill him oh-so-slowly." He smirked at the chunin. "But, let us not jump the boat. What is it we should do to the others?"

Iruka practically purred at the kisses, planting a few on the line of Ibiki's jaw and down his throat. "Mmmhmm... slowly," he murmured not really paying attention. "Boat..." Iruka blinked, letting the question sink in. "Hmm... can't be something with the food maybe something keyed to Aoba's chakra signature."

Leaning back a little, Iruka frowned. "They laughed at him about the dye so we should go with something similar so that it connects the two. It can't be that creative, or they'll know Aoba didn't come up with it."

The comment served only to amuse Ibiki, who snorted. "Then dye it is." He kissed the chunin again, pleased with the fact he could distract Iruka as well as the chunin distracted him at times. "What color," he began, shifting under the younger man, "do you think Aoba would select? I see him going for something a bit more bright and unsightly, if he were wanting to get someone back. A bright, obnoxious green, perhaps?"

His hands slid along the smaller man's legs as he leaned in to nibble at his ear. Revenge was starting to not sound anywhere near as sweet as doing pleasurable things to the sensei in his grasp. It had been a few weeks since they'd had fun on the old couch in his apartment, and he had been having rather explicit dreams of Iruka since. If he didn't get to have him again soon, he was going to go insane.

Iruka moaned and twisted to get more comfortably situated in older man's lap. "Green or pink or something florescent..." he muttered, not really caring about the prank right then. Sliding a knee on either side of Ibiki's waist he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and kissed him again.

The man's kisses were damn near irresistible, and it was starting to drive him more than a little mad with the way he could barely steal even a brief kiss before something came up. The first week had been almost manageable, he'd been enjoying the very light flirtations. But, by the end of the second week, he'd started to sulk that their discretion about their... relationship seemed to be in the way of him getting any. And, now nearly three weeks of celibacy... it felt like he was being taunted with the fact. It sounded bad when he thought about it, because he didn't want what they had to be based strictly on sex, but, damn it, he still wanted some.

One large hand moved into Iruka's hair as the other arm wound around his waist and pulled him tight to Ibiki's body. Deepening the kiss, Ibiki completely forgot about Aoba and dye and revenge. Everything was Iruka, and Iruka was everything, at that moment. If he had to go one more moment without having the chunin, he was very likely going to kill someone.

So, it was no surprise that when a knock sounded on his door he growled so deeply his body shook with the vibration. He barely stopped himself from clenching his hands in frustration, and thus hurting his lover. Pulling his mouth away from Iruka only far enough to yell, "Go away!" with a deadly tone, he promptly ignored the interruption and resumed kissing the other man.

The knock grew more insistent, and he growled again, repeating his order with more vehemence. He was taken by surprise when the wood that use to be his door was suddenly in splinters and heading toward him and Iruka. Only the reflexes of a ninja were able to get him down behind his desk before becoming skewered with the wood, Iruka tucked under his desk and out of harms way.

He could only groan when he peeked over the top of his desk and saw the Hokage glaring dangerously at him. Oops, was all he could think. How was he to know who was on the other side of the door, dammit? Was it his fault he just wanted time alone with Iruka?

Iruka blinked, more than a little dazed by the sudden motion. After a moment, it sunk in that it was the Hokage, and he held his breath, debating what he should do. There really wasn't any way the woman didn't realize he was there, so hiding seemed kind of pointless. But, at the same time, he wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't turn a few dozen shades of red and pass out if he actually pushed past Ibiki and crawled out.

"Look these over and report back to me," Tsunade hissed, tossing several files onto the top of the desk. "Possible ANBU recruits."

Iruka heard them slide against the wood and winced. He decided he was probably safer under the desk, since she hadn't said anything to him.

Ibiki snarled, only sparing a glance to the papers. They could have waited. "Fine," he bit out. "If that is all, I was busy." Hokage or not, he was beyond caring. He climbed to his feet and righted the chair that had fallen over when he'd shoved himself and Iruka to the floor. He frowned, finding it covered in slivers of wood. Apparently, he wasn't going to be sitting in that. Shoving it away, he remained standing, looking at the woman in displeasure.

The blonde's scowl turned into a smirk as she realized exactly what the men had been up to. She almost felt guilty about interrupting them, since she knew the two of them were generally stressed and strung tight enough to actually need it. "Busy? I didn't realize you'd taken an interest in the academy students... aren't they a bit young to recruit." She wouldn't have said anything if it wasn't the middle of shift change. With everyone changing into or out of their gear, they were relatively safe from being overheard, but she wondered if either man would remember the fact.

Ibiki growled and glared at her. "I'll take my interests where I please, thank you, Hokage-sama. Now, is there something else I can do for you?" Damn the woman for being so infuriating. No doubt, she intended to have fun at their expense, and he wasn't in the mood to play along. He could only hope she didn't bait them into a trap.

Laughing and waving her hand dismissively, Tsunade turned to leave. "You should probably fix your door then, you know, before you go screwing somebody on top of your desk..." She picked a piece of wood out of the frame. "Something less flimsy might be a good idea," she suggested then disappeared through the door.

Ibiki sighed before stepping back from the desk and offering a hand to Iruka. "I swear, I'm going to kidnap you and lock you away somewhere so we can get some damn privacy." He offered him a small smile. "Shall we find somewhere else to continue our... discussion?" His smile turned to a grin, almost lecherous in nature.

Still blushing slightly from Tsunade's snarky remarks, Iruka took the proffered hand and stood up. "Have any suggestions?" He glanced around the room and sighed. "Preferably someplace where we won't get interrupted again." The chair looked like a pincushion and, with the door gone, there was no chance of the privacy Ibiki had mentioned.

Ibiki considered this, thinking of where they should go. Obviously, home was the first place to come to mind, but they'd been interrupted at both their apartments in the last week. They needed somewhere no one would think to look for them. Smirking, he kept ahold of Iruka's hand and tugged him out the door. They'd have to wait a little, but he knew just the place to take the younger man so he could defile him. "We need to stop and get a few things, then, we're going to that onsen a couple miles outside the village. And, I swear to anything holy and non, if they find us there and interrupt us, even if it's the Hokage, I'm killing someone."

Iruka let himself be dragged off, more than a little amused. It was actually a rather nice onsen, despite being tucked away on a dirt road in the middle of the woods. Iruka knew about it because he'd been there as a treat to himself on his last birthday. However, once they passed through the door of Ibiki's office, he hesitated. Stopping in the empty corridor, he tugged on the hand holding his. "If you go pulling me through the village..." he looked pointedly at their clasped hands. "...they'll probably come looking for us, just to tease us. And, eventually, somebody is bound to figure out where we disappeared to."

Growling slightly, Ibiki let go of him. Part of him understood the chunin's reasoning, but a larger part of him wanted everyone to see them holding hands, to see that Iruka was his. "I'll meet you at the gate in ten minutes." He continued on down the hall, heading home to get a few things he might or might not need, and others he knew he would.

Iruka smiled, understanding the irritation. It wasn't that he wanted to hide things; it was simply that if they really did want any privacy, it was the only way they were going to get it. "I'll be there," he said, following only a few steps behind, already deciding he'd just grab the pack he kept ready for missions. It wasn't perfect, but there was a set of his off duty clothes in it and really anything else he could need. The real reason for grabbing it, though, was simply because it would save him a lot of time.

They stopped at the end of the hall, and Iruka reached out and caught Ibiki's hand, squeezed it softly, then released it before stepping past the man and through the door. Ten minutes seemed a damn long time to him, right then, and he wondered if he could cut down a few.

Ibiki made handsigns as fast as he could, disappearing from the end of the hall with a nearly silent pop. He wasn't going to run home when he could just as easily get there faster another way. He knew just where everything he wanted was and quickly grabbed each item and put them in a small pouch. He left his coat on his bed, no need to wear it when he wouldn't need it, and he quickly made a new series of handsigns to get himself to the main gate with plenty of time to spare.

Iruka practically flew over the rooftops, not really caring if it freaked people out. Anko waved at him, a questioning look on her face. Thankfully, she didn't try to stop him because he wasn't entirely sure he could be polite to his friend right then. It took more time than he liked to undo the wards on his apartment. He'd changed them fairly recently, thanks to Raidou coming over to borrow something and nearly walking in on him and Ibiki.

He snatched up his pack and reset the wards and practically knocked Rai over as the man stepped through the door of the apartment complex. Iruka tossed an apology over his shoulder that held far more irritation than he'd intended. Then, after another incident of running into an innocent bystander, Iruka growled and flashed through the teleportation handsigns, irritated with himself for not doing so earlier.

"Took you long enough," Ibiki half growled when Iruka was suddenly standing beside him. "Let's get out of here before someone spots us and has something 'important' to talk to us about." The larger man took out of the gate and up into the trees quickly. It was a bit unusual, without the feel of his coat flapping behind him, but he wasn't bothered enough to care. He was fixed on his destination.

Iruka waved at the two manning the gate and took off after Ibiki. He shoved the irritation at the growl aside; he'd gotten there in under ten minutes, but he understood, so he left it at that. It took almost no time to reach the onsen, and it was still too long. Iruka was more than sick of being interrupted, and he was still more than a little hard from the earlier teasing.

Ibiki waited for Iruka, knowing he was only a step or two behind him, then saw to getting them inside, paying, and into the locker room. Thankfully, it seemed like the onsen wasn't busy. In fact, he couldn't hear anyone else in the locker room or in the water. He could only hope that luck was finally with them. Tugging at his buttons, he began discarding all of his clothes but his hitai-ate and shoving them into a basket, not worrying about doing so neatly like he generally would. He was too sexually frustrated to worry about any OCD tendencies he may have.

He pulled oil and soap, and a few other items, from his bag then grabbed a couple towels and turned to Iruka, which he probably shouldn't have done until they actually got out of the locker room. At least there was steam in the other room to obscure them, and the towel he'd slung around his waist wasn't doing anything to hide the arousal he had. Though it'd waned slightly from the office to the onsen, seeing Iruka at that moment had him hard as rock again.

To his relief they were alone. Iruka thanked whatever small god had seen to that and shoved his pack into the locker and started pulling his clothes off rather hurriedly, not even daring a glance at Ibiki. He wasn't entirely sure he'd make it to the water as it was, it was only the rather enticing idea of being fucked against the edge that kept him from shoving the other down on a bench and having his way with him right then and there. If he'd been less frustrated, he might have cared about exactly how desperate the idea sounded.

Soon as he thought Iruka was ready to go into the other room, Ibiki headed that way. Despite the lack of sound, he did a quick cursory glance around to make sure that no one was there before setting his things down by the water and slipping in. He turned to watch Iruka, licking his lips as he waited, practically bouncing, for the other to get into the water. Part of his mind registered he was as impatient as a horny teenager, but he didn't really care. Three weeks was much too long to go without sex when that sex was with Iruka, especially now that he felt much closer to the other.

Iruka let his eyes trail over Ibiki as the man got in the water, too distracted watching to follow for a moment. When the man turned to watch him with a rather intense gaze and his usual smirk, Iruka felt himself blush. Then, his own brattiness came out; he smiled and let the towel fall to his feet before reaching his arms up in a long, slow stretch. He arched his back and ran his fingers through his hair, deliberately delaying actually getting in the water. As much as he wanted to skip the teasing, it was simply too much fun to resist. Finally, he dropped his arms and walked the few feet to the water. Pausing only for a moment to dip a toe in, as though testing the temperature, he lowered himself into the pool.

Ibiki wrapped his arms around Iruka and pulled him close, giving him a deep, hungry kiss. "Fucking tease," he rumbled, nipping Iruka's lower lip lightly. The chunin was going to be his undoing and that's all there was to it.

His hands moved into Iruka's hair, the same place they found themselves most often when he had the other man in his arms. Kissing him again, he turned them just a little to settle Iruka back against the edge of the pool, sliding one large, muscled thigh between the sensei's legs and rocking it up to fit snuggly against Iruka's ass and balls. The chunin was effectively pinned and right where Ibiki wanted him, for the time being.

Moaning at the other's teasing nips Iruka wrapped his hands around Ibiki's waist and let his fingers trail over the scars there. He spread his legs willingly when Ibiki pushed him back, rocking his hips slightly, both because it felt nice and because it settled him even tighter against the older man. "I wouldn't be a tease if you weren't so much fun to tease..." Iruka purred, capturing Ibiki's lips for a moment.

Ibiki hummed into the kiss then smirked at his younger lover. "You're a brat, too." He nipped his lip again before trailing his own along Iruka's jaw. "I wonder what I should do about that?" He breathed into Iruka's ear. The question could be taken as rhetorical or not, and he didn't care if the other answered. Sucking the earlobe into his mouth, he rolled it gently between his teeth.

His hands reluctantly left the soft hair that was wrapped around his fingers and trailed down the lean body of the chunin. He'd yet to have a chance to find out just what spots made Iruka have what reactions, and he was rather determined to learn them all. If Iruka wanted to be a brat and a tease, it was only fair that he learned to play Iruka's body like a fine tuned instrument. Fingers dipping along plains of muscle and scars, he sought out each little spot while continuing to molest the other's ear with his mouth.

Iruka squirmed and fought the urge to laugh at the way Ibiki tongue was tickling his ear. It was secretly one of the more sensitive places, and nearly as arousing as having a hand wrapped around his cock, or similar things. Normally, he could ignore exactly how much it tickled and enjoy the other aspects, but he was already so aroused it was just too much. He tried to focus on the hands sliding over the rest of him, the nails dragging over scars and skin, but as enticing as they were, the chuckle still escaped. Blushing, embarrassed by the sound, he tried to push Ibiki away.

Ibiki reluctantly pulled back, looking down at his blushing lover in curiosity. Mind clouded with lust, he couldn't read exactly why the chunin was stopping him. "What?" He did his best to remove any impatience from his voice, and though he had pulled away, his hands continued to move along the sensei's skin. One was moving dangerously close to its goal, edging behind Iruka and cupping one firm buttock and giving it a squeeze.

"It..." The blush darkened and Iruka looked away. "...tickled, alright..." He felt silly, admitting it, since not even Mizuki had known. It was the only spot he was actually downright ticklish on, and he was more than a little self-conscious about the fact. Iruka closed his eyes and let himself focus on the teasing brushes of Ibiki's hands.

Ibiki kissed him softly. "Everyone's ticklish, don't worry about it." He smiled, kissing him again before letting his fingers sink into the cleft of the chunin's ass, teasing the small ring of muscle there. His lips moved down to suckle along a tendon there, leaving a rather large hickey for the world to see if Iruka didn't cover it up.

The tenderness surprised him, though he didn't know why it should now. He all but melted into the kisses and the teasing. Iruka wrapped a leg around Ibiki's waist and lifted himself up on his toes to give the other better access.

Arching his neck back, Iruka debated if leaving the mark, that would surely be there, uncovered would cause them more trouble or if he simply didn't care if it did. Ibiki hadn't left marks where anyone would see them, so it had never even occurred to ask what Ibiki thought about it. He'd been discreet on the basis that he was a teacher and the kids really didn't need to be asking questions about his romantic life. That, and Ibiki's job practically called on him to be intimidating, which having a chunin teacher for a lover might actually undermine. And, to complicate things even more, he still wasn't entirely sure where things were going between them.

"You're thinking too much," Ibiki said, raising his head to look at the other man. He could practically feel the wheels in Iruka's head turning. "I'm not doing a very good job, if I haven't short circuited your thinking processes." He smirked at his lover, kissing him briefly. "I guess I need to try harder, unless it's something you need to talk about." Judging by the erection poking into his hip, he doubted the other man would want to, so he'd just try harder.

One long finger slipped it's way passed the ring of muscle it'd been teasing, and Ibiki resumed his licking and sucking of Iruka's neck. His free hand moved slowly up Iruka's ribs before drawing its blunt nails down over one of the chunin's nipples just hard enough to give the best stimulation without pain. He continued to torture the small nub as his finger pistoned in and out of Iruka, and his mouth slowly sucked its way toward his hand.

"Nngh... later..." Iruka moaned, his hands clutching now at the man's shoulders. The last time he'd been the one pushing things, and yet it felt entirely natural to let Ibiki take control now. He didn't even question it, letting himself enjoy the teasing and all but writhing under the other. The brunet arched his back, reaching an arm back to steady himself as he tried to press himself further over the finger and tighter against the mouth now teasing nipple. He shivered under the other, lost to everything except the desire curling tightly inside him.

Later was perfectly acceptable to Ibiki, as he didn't think he could actually focus on anything that was talked about. Sucking on the nipple in his mouth, he slipped a second finger into the chunin, scissoring them as his hand also ground the other against his thigh. This gave him his own pleasure as he rubbed into his lover's hip.

It barely registered on him as sudden footsteps sounded, coming into the room, and he glanced up without removing his lips from the nipple in them to glare at whomever dared to interrupt them. There was no stopping the groan, which was more of a growl, that left him upon seeing Jiraiya standing there staring at them.

A variety of possible outcomes flashed through his mind, from Jiraiya wanting to join in to him simply watching, and Ibiki wasn't amused by any of them. Except the one where the old lecher turned around and left without a word.

Then, there was the sound of another behind the sage, and Ibiki only had a brief view of a smaller form being shoved back into the locker room before there was an outraged, "What the hell did you do that for!" from behind the old man in a very loud and recognizable voice. Just great... This was liable to end current activities like a bucket of ice water.

Iruka's eyes shot open at the familiar voice and he blinked up at Jiraiya, frozen in place at the realization that he hadn't imagined the sound. He caught a glimpse of blue and orange and shot the smirking Sanin a pleading look. Then sent up a dozen prayers of thanks when the man slid the door closed.

Tilting his head to look Ibiki in the eyes, he shook his head very slightly. "I think karma is catching up with us," he laughed. "Too damn many pranks, the gods are laughing." Iruka smirked and shifted an arm to keep himself propped up then wiggled his hips. "He'll keep Naruto distracted, at least for awhile."

"As hard as I am for you right now, I don't think this is going to take long." He added a third finger into his lover to emphasize his need, as well as rocked them together. "But," he nipped the nipple before moving up to kiss him, "I'm going to lock us inside one of our apartments tonight and take my sweet time with you." He smirked as much as leered at the chunin.

Gasping, Iruka hitched his leg a little higher all but begging for more. "Yours," he said simply, not bothering to explain how he really didn't want to have to kill Raidou if the man so much as knocked on his door. He threw his head back, moaning at the fingers working themselves even deeper inside of him. "Kami, just fuck me already."

"Turn around." He reluctantly moved away from Iruka so that the other could do so. He licked his lips, watching the chunin while reaching over to the side of the pool to get the oil he'd placed there. The water was likely going to rinse a good deal of it off before he got his fingers and cock where they were going, but it was better than just water to ease the way.

Iruka twisted around, resting on his elbows and watching Ibiki from over his shoulder. If it wasn't for the promise of more, he'd probably have told him not to bother, that he wasn't about to break. But, it probably would have meant delaying anything else for another day; that was the last thing he wanted right then.

Oil slicked fingers pushed back into Iruka, making sure he was loose and slick enough before putting more oil on his hard, leaking shaft. Leaning over Iruka's back, burying his face in the hair he loved so much, he grasped the smaller man's hips and pushed himself slowly into the other man. He stilled only briefly before beginning to thrust, picking up speed as he did so. His lust was clouding his mind, making his blood burn so hotly that he could barely stand it. His thrusts grew erratic as he nearly lost complete control.

His fingers clutched at the rock under him, and Iruka moaned and thrust back against Ibiki as the other drove into him. He slid a hand to his own twitching member, pumping roughly in time with the thrusts. Water and skin slapping together, mixing with the other sounds which only seemed to grow in volume the closer Iruka was pushed to the edge. His body tightened and pressed back, then pushing himself up, flattening his body against Ibiki's as he came, white splattering against the stones before the sloshing water washed it away.

Grunting softly, Ibiki's fingers tightened against the hips in his hands, and he rutted into Iruka, his own release leaving him as the tight muscles became tighter as they spasmed around him. He panted into the soft tresses of Iruka's hair, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist and holding him right where he was for a few moments.

It was all over too soon, but it'd felt so good. He'd come so hard his vision was a bit blurry still at the edges, and he closed his eyes as he tried to calm his racing heart. It took a little time, but he finally got his throat and mouth to coordinate and work. "We're not going so long without again." It was a promise. No matter what, he would not go without his lover, for even a couple days if he could help it. Luckily, they both had jobs that kept them in the village more than not.

Finally, he pulled away from Iruka, turning the other so he could kiss him properly. "Guess we better get out before Naruto busts his way in." He smirked at the chunin.

Iruka nodded weakly, still more than a little dizzy. "Or, Jiraiya decides he's bored and wants some entertainment..." he muttered, trying to get his legs to stop shaking. He rinsed himself off and slid out of the water.

Picking up the towel and wrapping it around his waist, Iruka looked around trying to decide if there was a way out other than through the door. If it had been anyone other than Naruto, he really wouldn't care, but... it was. Sighing, he made a handsign, and when the smoke cleared he looked a great deal older. "At least, this way, we won't have to deal with Naruto trying to tell me all about his training and can get back to your place a lot faster." He loved the kid, but he doubted Ibiki wanted to listen to two or three hours worth of exaggerated stories of the 13-year-old's adventures.

Ibiki let it slide that, that was Iruka's real reason for wanting to avoid the kid. He doubted the chunin really wanted to explain to the boy why his sensei had been in the bath with another man, and why Jiraiya wouldn't let him in there with him. Climbing out of the pool, he picked up the items he'd laid by it, the oil and soaps. He wasn't going to mess with a disguise, doubting Naruto would want to talk to him. He didn't really care what the boy thought about what he'd been doing in there that he couldn't see. No doubt, being around the sannin, the boy had already put two and two together. If not... Well, Naruto could be a bit clueless sometimes, but surely he'd figured it out.

Heading for through the door, he paid no mind to the other two in the locker room as he went to his things and got dressed. He could feel eyes on his back, but he ignored them not wanting to put up with the sage's smugness or the boy's curiosity.

Naruto, for his part, had his eyes narrowed, glowering at the two men for making him wait on a much needed bath. He was muttering something about all adults being perverts as he grabbed his own towels and headed out to the water. As he moved into the other room, the words 'could have sworn I heard Iruka-sensei in here' filtered back into the locker room. His usual unobservant self, he didn't notice the man who was with Ibiki looked suspiciously like an older Iruka without the scar and a lighter skin tone.

Ibiki couldn't help but chuckle as he glanced in Iruka's direction as he heard the boy, smirking at him as he finished getting dressed.

Pulling his clothes on and tying his hair up, Iruka fought the embarrassed blush threatening his cheeks. It had been bad enough when Raidou had come over, Naruto was simply a different story all together. Between Jiraiya's smirk and Ibiki's laughter, Iruka wanted to disappear. Iruka honestly couldn't think of anything more mortifying than Naruto walking in on him.

He pulled his pack out and threw it over his shoulders before heading for the door, ignoring the smirk and only dropping the henge once he was safely out the of the locker room. A very small part of him wondered if Ibiki would be upset with him, but he doubted it, given the man's amusement at his dilemma.

It didn't take Ibiki long to follow the chunin, catching up with him easily enough. "You realize, he'll eventually figure out it was you." Granted, someone might have to point it out, or it would take him quite a while. He watched his lover, wondering if Naruto knowing was going to bother him. He figured the other man was more mortified, much as he would be if it was a son walking in on them, than Naruto knowing, but he kept a close eye on the other's reaction.

Iruka nodded, knowing full well it was an eventuality. "Trust me... I know." He wasn't looking forward to the conversation that, that realization was likely to cause. "Hopefully, by then, he'll have learned a little discretion and won't ask about why Jiraiya wouldn't let him in or why I basically hid from him."

"I figure once he realizes it was you, that he'll figure it all out. He's a smart kid, just not too observant. You have to keep in mind who his sensei is now." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the onsen. "That boy's going to know about everything perverted there is in the world by the time he learns anything constructive from Jiraiya-sama." It wasn't until he said it that he realized that maybe he shouldn't have, and he was fully prepared to grab Iruka if the other felt the need to go and take Naruto away from the sannin.

He certainly hoped the chunin didn't get it into his head that he needed to protect Naruto's honor from Jiraiya... The jounin stopped that thought before it went anywhere. Jiraiya would never touch Naruto. As long as that boy doesn't flash that sexy jutsu around too much... he reminded himself. Still, he had confidence Jiraiya, pervert or not, had morals.

"You're probably right," Iruka sighed. "Jiraiya-san's a good man, though; if he wasn't, he wouldn't have stopped Naruto the way he had." He smiled then shook his head, thinking Naruto was probably perverted even before the sanin had started training him. Iruka handed his basket to the hostess and headed outside, not really wanting to be there and run the risk of getting caught, if Naruto decided he'd forgotten something somewhere and came charging out to find it.

Following Iruka's example, Ibiki handed his things over and followed the other man outside. "The odds that at least someone we know will be waiting on us at the gate when we get back are roughly ten to one, you know." They'd been seen leaving together, and even if it'd looked innocent enough, and their rush had been far from innocent, there was the matter of his door having imploded into his office. Rumors were no doubt overrunning the village as to what was going on.

Iruka raised an eyebrow at the unspoken question. "I suppose there really isn't a way to be discrete anymore..." He wondered if it was too much to hope Izumo and Kotetsu would keep their mouths shut. It would have been nice if they could have had this conversation when they were back at Ibiki's, preferably curled up on that damn comfortable couch. "I'm sure not even your rather oblivious underlings are going to miss the fact that I was in the office with you, that I left the village with you, and that I'm coming back with you.... except maybe Aoba," he laughed, wondering if Aoba was still purple.

A grunt was the only immediate response to the mention of Aoba. He was the one that Ibiki would want to get it, seeing as that would put any idea of Iruka flirting with him to distract him out of the question. But, Aoba wasn't what he needed to focus on, and he forced the matter of purple dye, revenge, and anything associated with that out of his mind.

"I don't see why we need to be discrete." After all, he was a rather possessive man, and he fully intended to make sure everyone knew who Iruka was with. "I'm not saying we need to go making a show of anything, but I don't see the point in trying so hard to hide it. Especially, if we're planning to have a serious, lengthy relationship." The forest wasn't exactly the ideal place for this conversation, but they didn't have much choice. Not that Ibiki wasn't above telling everyone to fuck off so they could go to his apartment and talk about it in comfort and privacy.

The irritation wasn't missed, and Iruka was half-tempted to tease the other about Aoba's flirting again. Then, as the rest of Ibiki's response sunk in, he decided it really wasn't the time. "Are we?" Iruka asked, not even breaking step, although he did shoot the other a questioning look. As much as he liked the idea, he was also a little anxious at the thought. He'd never actually been in a serious relationship, the closest thing being Mizuki which was more best friends screwing around than a real relationship.

"Aren't we?" Ibiki countered. It was something they had to decide, before they invested more time in the relationship, perhaps with separate ideas on where things were going. For his part, he was invested in Iruka for the long haul. He wouldn't have kept things going with him, after that first night, if he wasn't. With the chunin's personality, he knew he'd never grow tired of him, that Iruka would always keep him on his toes. He liked that.

Iruka smiled and shrugged. "You're the one who wanted to see if it was worth trying for..." He shrugged again, mostly because he was anxious and a small knot was developing between his shoulders from it. "I would have said yes, even three weeks ago..." The gates loomed up ahead, and Iruka found himself slowing down a bit, not wanting the conversation overheard by the people 'casually' hanging around the entrance.

It only took one stride for Ibiki to be standing beside Iruka, cupping his cheek in his large hand. He leaned in and kissed him softly, smiling at him when he finally pulled his lips away. "Then, there's nothing to worry about." He took the chunin's hand, ready to face whomever may be waiting on their return.

The kiss surprised him, but he still practically melted into it and didn't protest even a little at being dragged passed several rather stunned onlookers. It wasn't until Izumo and Kotetsu started the catcalling that Iruka flushed and slid closer to Ibiki. "Your apartment, now," Iruka whispered into the man's ear before nipping it lightly and grinning.

A few handsigns later, they found themselves outside of it, Ibiki unlocking the door to let them in. It had crossed his mind to give the others a show, but he was a bit too possessive to give them too much to look at, so it defeated the purpose.

Walking into his apartment, he kicked off his sandals and dropped his bag, deciding he'd mess with putting it, and the things in it, away later. "Do you want a drink or anything?" He asked, despite having a feeling that Iruka wanted something but nothing along those lines.

Iruka tossed his bag beside Ibiki's, and he was only vaguely aware of kicking his shoes off before he had his arms around Ibiki's neck. "I think I'll take you up on that anything." He smirked and nipped at Ibiki's lips the way the other seemed so fond of doing to him. It didn't really matter that they'd just gotten back, or that it couldn't have been more than half an hour. Iruka wanted nothing more than to be curled up in the man's bed thoroughly fucked so he could properly relish what they had. Now that he was a little more sure it wasn't just sex and teasing, he intended to take advantage of the fact.

Chuckling, Ibiki walked backwards toward his bedroom, looping his arms around Iruka's waist. "Anything sounds just fine with me." He smirked, giving Iruka one of the kisses the chunin loved so much, distracting himself so that he walked right into the frame of the bedroom door hard enough he nearly lost his balance. So much for ninja grace, he thought.

Laughing and accounting for the awkward shift in his balance, Iruka followed Ibiki through the door. There was a thankfully clear path between the door frame and the bed, and then they fell against the mattress, Iruka tugging the edge of Ibiki's shirt up even as planted more kisses than he could count on the man's lips. Very vaguely, he wondered if they'd locked the door then decided he didn't actually care and pulled the shirt up further so he could tease one of the nipples to a hardened peak.

Ibiki arched his back into the teasing, moaning. He tugged at Iruka's clothes, wanting to feel skin against skin even though it'd only been a little while since he'd last felt the sensation. Doing his best to not cause Iruka to stop the pleasurable teasing to his pert nipple, he finally got the chunin's torso bare. Large hands moved over Iruka's back, one tracing the large scar tenderly. He knew what had caused it, and he shifted Iruka closer to him, if possible. His other hand cupped the younger man's face, pulling him from the pleasurable things he was doing and bringing his lips up into a soft, sweet, lengthy kiss.

He kissed his cheeks softly, once he let them catch their breath, and slid his hand down Iruka's torso to tease along the waistband of his pants. His fingers teased as much as pleased as they sought to draw moans and shivers from his lover, lips seeking to do the same along the chunin's neck and shoulder.

Iruka moaned into each little caress, enjoying the feel of lips and hands on his skin, the teasing hands dragging over his stomach and hips and not quite tickling the skin. It was almost aggravating the way they brushed over his skin never quite low enough to be what he wanted. He slid his hand down over Ibiki's and pushed his hips up. "More... please..." he murmured, gasping as Ibiki sucked on his neck hard enough that it would most definitely leave another mark, which only served to make him harder. He enjoyed the possessive little marks and everything they implied.

Happy to comply, Ibiki let Iruka guide his hand to where he wanted it most. Wrapping his large hand around the others arousal, he stroked in long, slow, even strokes. He had told the other he was going to lock them in one of their apartments and take his sweet time, and that was exactly what he planned to do.

The jounin smirked a little to himself as he trailed his mouth up from neck to ear. He was curious just how ticklish they were, and he fully intended to find out. His breath ghosted out across Iruka's ear like a gentle caress, promising of the pleasure to come as well as hinting at how easy it would be for him to simply torment his lover by teasing and tickling the shell of the organ. He waited a moment, letting Iruka try to anticipate his intentions, and basing what he did next off of Iruka's minutest of reactions. All the while, his hand continued it's slow, even strokes of his lover's turgid cock.

Moaning and thrusting his hips up into the firm grip, Iruka let his eyes slide close, and he lost himself to the teasing kisses on his throat. When the warm breath brushed across his ear, he shivered, tensing very slightly but refusing to pull away.


Ibiki chuckled, not surprised by the reaction. Iruka was one of the most stubborn men he had ever met. He sucked the lobe of the ear into his mouth and bit it lightly, the urge to tickle Iruka's ear leaving him for the moment. It wasn't as much fun with him expecting it. He'd try it again when Iruka would least expect the teasing.

His mouth returned to Iruka's neck, sucking and leaving yet another mark, this one right below his ear. The chunin would find it very hard to hide without makeup or a genjutsu. After them being seen leaving the village and coming back together, it wouldn't be a mystery as to who left it, or who was claiming the chunin as his.

Hand stopping its motion, thumb slipping along the slit in the tip of Iruka's cock, pushing against it slightly, Ibiki finally raised his head from it's assault. He smirked at his younger lover. "Not very vocal today, Iruka." Other than a few moans and a plea for more, Iruka was being quiet. "I intend to take my time with you, so if you have any requests." He kissed him softly

"Hn..." Iruka laughed, shivering slightly all over. "A little distracted, I guess. But, I'm not the one with unfulfilled request, Ibiki-kun..." He slid a hand up the man's arm, his nails dragging roughly over the skin. "And, isn't it you who said you wanted me moaning and writhing beneath you?"

Licking his lips, Ibiki smirked. That was exactly what he wanted. He had forgotten about the game they'd played their first time together. "Hmm..." He gave him another kiss as he considered what he should request of him. "What should I do with you?" He smirked as he pondered, actually sitting up away from Iruka and looking down at him. His eyes darted up and down the sensei's body, imagining the things he'd like to see it do to itself or to him.

"Fiend," Iruka chuckled and then mock pouted.

Ibiki chuckled, leaning down to kiss him yet again. "Maybe I should torture you, if I'm such a fiend." He began to move the hand that had not moved from around the chunin's cock, oh so slowly and lightly, teasing. There were so many things he wanted to do to Iruka, with Iruka, have Iruka do to him, and narrowing it down was a bit mind boggling. He knew he had time, that they would explore all those things over that time, but that didn't help him in selecting anything to request at the moment.

Finally, he decided on something simple, which he knew would be very erotic to see. His hand stopped it's movement and left Iruka's arousal. "I want you to touch yourself."

Iruka moaned at the teasing strokes, his hips arching under the other's touch, when it stopped he pouted again. "You really are a fiend, because that most definitely is torture. Unless, of course, you intend to do more than just sit there teasing me with your presence." He smiled, though, and slid a hand down his chest. "And, where exactly do you want me to touch myself?" The chunin purred.

Eyes following the sensei's hand, he was momentarily distracted. Once the question registered, he licked his lips. At this rate, he was going to chap them with his constant licking. "Stroke yourself, slowly," he answered, voice a little extra husky.

Slipping his hand lower, Iruka let the tips of his fingers brush against the side of his erection. He dipped his hand lower, cupping his balls and brushing his thumb against the base of his cock, causing it to twitch slightly. "Like this?" He asked, giving Ibiki his best 'innocent' look, the same one he mastered as a prankster kid.

All he could do was nod, and Ibiki found himself licking his lips again. The innocent look was barely noticed as he watched Iruka's fingers tease himself. His own cock throbbed as his blood pounded in his ears. He couldn't believe how incredibly erotic Iruka could be just be doing something so simple, and he was pretty certain it wasn't what he was doing so much as it was him doing it. That he was doing it for Ibiki only made it that much more arousing.

"Lower," he rasped, wanting no more than to see those fingers dip inside.

The chunin smirked and bent his leg so he could dip his fingers down to tease over the perineum, a thumb brushing against the hollow created by the tendon where his leg joined his hip. "Here?" Iruka asked, moaning slightly. He was having fun teasing the man, and with Ibiki watching the way he was, touching himself was far more erotic that it otherwise would have been. Iruka slid his other hand down and dragged it over his length slowly. "And, do you like it when I do this?" He groaned low in his throat as he brushed his own thumb against the tip.

The sight was nearly too much. He swallowed thickly, nodding numbly, as his eyes continued to watch the movement of his lover's hands. Iruka was going to be the death of him. He doubted the chunin realize how truly erotic and seductive he was. Not many had ever wanted to share Ibiki's bed, finding him too intimidating or ugly because of his size and scars. Not to mention his demeanor. That Iruka did, that he would do this for the tokubetsu . . .

Ibiki felt a swelling in his chest. Already finding it hard to breathe from the sight before him, his breathing became even more shallow and quick. He never knew loving someone, being accepted by someone, could feel like this.

Wanting to show his appreciation of what Iruka was doing for him, and to show the sensei at least a portion of how much he cared, Ibiki reached out and took the hands that the chunin was using to pleasure himself. Leaning forward, he kissed Iruka softly then shifted himself lower, between his lover's thighs, keeping a loose hold on the younger man's hands.

Nuzzling one creamy, soft thigh, he licked along the sensitive skin at the seam where Iruka's leg met his body. He nipped it lightly, carefully, wanting only to cause pleasure, not pain. He sucked at the nip, tongue teasing the skin as he left a hicky that only he would ever see. He liked the idea of marking Iruka in places no one would know about as much as marking him in places everyone would see.

Sucking his way across Iruka's balls, he made a matching mark on the other side before nuzzling into Iruka's sack, breathing in the scent that was purely Iruka's. He looked up to meet the other's gaze, bestowing several light kisses on the chunin's balls before swirling his tongue around them and sucking one into his mouth.

Iruka didn't resist when Ibiki pulled his hand away, despite that the need to come was becoming rather demanding. The way the man watched him put his nerves on edge which made even the slightest brush feel so incredibly good that it was damn near unbearable. He squirmed a little missing the friction, then Ibiki kissed him and he simply melted, his entire body went weak.

When the other pulled away he whined very softly and then Ibiki slid down him and he realized what the man was going to do and shivered from the anticipation. Iruka gasped when Ibiki licked then moaned at the light nip and finally called out the man's name as the tokubetsu sucked first at the spot he'd bitten and then did the same beside his other leg. He tightened his grip on Ibiki's hands and arched his hips, unable to keep still any longer.

Encouraged by the movement, Ibiki sucked harder on the testicle in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked upon it. He let it slip from his mouth with a wet pop and nuzzled beneath them to tease the perineum with the tip of his tongue. Iruka had seemed to enjoy teasing it himself.

He only lingered there a moment before licking lower, tongue probing at the pucker of skin, pushing against the ring of muscle and sliding his tongue in and out along it. Not wanting to drive his lover over the edge just yet, he pulled away when he felt he was pushing things a too far. Looking at Iruka as he raised up to kiss him, he smirked at how undone the chunin had become. "Now what should I do to you, Iruka-koi?" The name came out without thought, and he didn't even seem to notice he'd done so.

Squirming slightly, a thick string of precum dangling from the tip of his erection, Iruka tried to force himself to relax. It took several minutes of him swallowing air for his heartbeat to slow to a reasonable pace. "Hn... still not the one... with the request..." he said finally, still panting. The man could do anything he wanted to him, requests or not, but the game was fun and he was enjoying seeing what the man would come up with too much to end it or beg the man to just fuck him.

"Sit up," he told the other man, moving back away from him to sit toward the foot of the bed. He lightly stroked himself, smearing the drops of precum that had leaked from his erection along its length.

Iruka grinned and did what Ibiki asked, "And what's next roll over?" he laughed, leaning back on his hands.

"Not yet." He smirked, loving how Iruka never seemed at a loss for some clever come back. He raised his free hand and crooked for the other to come to him, licking his lips as he watched Iruka's body, the way he moved, ever subtle and non subtle motion of muscle and tendon.

Smirking, the chunin twisted around to his knees then crawled over. "If I'd known you liked to play like this I'd have brought the leather collar and leash that's in my closet." It had been part of a costume for a party Anko had dragged him to but he did technically have one.

There was no stopping the groan that mental image brought to mind, and Ibiki's cock dripped more precum. He had to stop the motions of his hand lest he come long before he wished to. Using the hand he'd motioned the other closer with, he pulled Iruka in for a kiss, fingers threaded into his hair. The kiss was slow but long, and it stole his breath, but he didn't pull away until his lungs burned for air.

"I want you to show me how much you want me." It was a simple request, and not of any detail. In truth, it wasn't really much of a request at all. But, he wanted to see what Iruka would do, and he couldn't think of just one thing to request at the moment. If he hadn't been so aroused, he probably would have sent Iruka home to get that leash and collar.

It was a rather vague request and Iruka wasn't sure exactly how to fulfill it so Iruka smiled and slid a leg over Ibiki's lap. He slid his hands around the back of Ibiki's neck, then he leaned forward to plant a very faint kiss on the man's lips as he ground their hips together. "I can try..." he murmured, pressing his lips against Ibiki's again.

Sliding a hand down between them, he ran the tips of his fingers through the slickness gathering on his erection then reached up to trace it along the man's bottom lip. "This is how much I want you..." he whispered then leaned forward to swipe his tongue across Ibiki's mouth as his hand dipped down out of view.

He wrapped his hand around Ibiki's cock and stroked slow and hard from the base to the tip, the fingers slipping through the pre-cum. Then he very deliberately leaned back and licked his fingers. "This is how much I want you..." he repeated as he brushed his lips against Ibiki's again. The kiss wasn't as faint as before but still soft, his tongue slipping between the mans lips for a moment.

Then, he broke the kiss and reached over, taking Ibiki's hand in his and lifting it to his lips, licking the fingers before sucking two into his mouth for a moment before letting them slip free. He leaned forward, his breath brushing against Ibiki's cheek, as he pulled the man's hand behind him. "This is how much I want you..." Iruka said again.

The taste of their mixed precum was intoxicating. Mixed in Iruka's sweet kiss and Ibiki couldn't think or even breathe. As Iruka continue to show him how much he wanted him, Ibiki's chest ached it was so tight. The sound of his heart pounded in his ears and throbbed in his cock, which literally twitched in time with each pump of blood.

It was a very hard thing to choose which was more erotic, the feel of Iruka sucking on his fingers or the sight of it. Not to mention the sight of Iruka licking precum from his own fingers.

As the chunin moved Ibiki's hand behind him, knowing what he wanted him to do, Ibiki felt more his precum running down his length. He never knew it was possible to leak so much, especially without hardly being touched. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into the tight, hot rectum of his lover, but he followed the sensei's lead. He slipped his saliva slicked fingers into Iruka's body and massaged the muscles there, making them relax.

Moaning and pressing back onto the fingers, Iruka tilted his head and began to kiss his way along Ibiki's jaw, letting his lips and tongue and brush along only briefly before moving on. He lapped at the dip beside the older man's ear, then smirked and nipped softly at the skin, sucking it between his teeth.

Iruka had never really been particularly possessive but it been... reassuring that Ibiki had felt the need to leave marks on him. So, even though he was certain he'd been clear, the chunin bit down harder until he was sure it would leave and extremely dark, red bruise. "Mine," he purred. It wasn't possessive if the other wanted it. And, Iruka was fairly sure that Ibiki not only wanted it but more than likely needed the reassurance.

Ibiki's entire body shuddered, trembled at the declaration. His fingers brushed as deep as they could inside of Iruka, his other arm moving to wrap around his lover's waist and hold him close. "Yours," he agreed, as much for himself as for the chunin.

Pulling his fingers free, he stroked them together, again spreading their precum along their lengths, his in particular. Then, he shifted Iruka up higher and guided himself so that the head of his cock rest against the pucker of skin, not yet pushing inside.

Letting himself be guided by the other, Iruka steadied himself over the tip of the other man's cock then leaned forward to press his lips to Ibiki's. Parting them and running his tongue over the jounin's lips, begging entrance... demanding it, until the lips parted and he was able to thrust inside. Iruka ran his tongue along Ibiki's teeth and the roof of his mouth, all the while brushing it roughly against the man's own tongue. While he was repeating the declaration with the kiss, Iruka ran his hands over the man's chest and shoulders, then dipped one down to tease his fingers against their heated erections, before finally pressing himself down over the turgid length.

Ibiki groaned, eyes closing to mere slivers as he watched the younger man. He used the arm wrapped around his waist to guide Iruka up and down on him, mouth meeting Iruka's in a series of kisses. Each kiss unlike the last, alternating in no set order from soft and sweet to deep and hard, or simply long and sensual. His free hand buried itself in Iruka's hair, the place at least one of them seemed to be most often.

Knowing they were both on the brink of release, he himself having been doing his best to keep it at bay for quite some time, he debated whether to up the speed, to fuck Iruka into oblivion, or if he should continue to torture them both by drawing it out.

Iruka wrapped a hand around his own erection stroking himself in rough time to the motion of his hips. "Mmm..." he purred against the kiss swollen lips. "More." Their teeth clashed and he dragged his over Ibiki's lips as their mouths broke apart. "Please..." he begged trying to balance himself with one arm while his free hand stroked over his own cock, dragging him unbearably close to the edge.

Giving in, Ibiki upped the pace, driving into his lover in urgency. He pulled him down into a deep kiss, mouth moving from there along his jaw to his ear and nipping the lobe. "Are you ready to come, Iruka? Do you want me to make you come?" He asked with a husky tone.

Groaning at each thrust, it took more than a few tries for him to get the strangled 'yes' out. The desperation clear in the chunin's voice. It surprised him how Ibiki seemed to be able to reduce him to nothing more than moans and pleas the longer he was with the man. The first time been teasing and fun, the next was three weeks of built up need, and now just hours later he was so desperate he was starting to lose himself to it.

"I showed you how much I want you..." he gasped. "Now be good and prove you're not just teasing me..." He knew Ibiki wasn't but he couldn't resist.

Grunting at him, Ibiki rolled them over faster than he'd meant to, nearly sending Iruka falling off the bed. Catching his lover, he never lost contact with him and didn't let the slight mishap stop him from continuing to move into him. He knew they were both at the edge, and he drove into Iruka hard, searching for just the right angle to graze his prostate. As his own release built to near overflowing, he busied his mouth with sucking on Iruka's neck, leaving a large hickey just below his right ear.

Wrapping his legs around Ibiki's waist, Iruka arched up to meet his lover's thrust desperate for the contact that would send him over. He moaned at the way Ibiki's mouth slid over the sensitive skin of his neck, torturously close to the ticklish spot. It pulled blood to the surface which added to the erotic effect it was having on him and he squirmed.

The movement was just enough that next time Ibiki trust inside him, it struck Iruka's prostrate dead on. The combined stimuli pushed him the last little bit over and he shuddered his release rather violently, his entire body convulsing from it.

"Uhn..." Ibiki grunted out as he was squeezed tightly, his body taking a mind of its own as it continued to move in and out of Iruka in an effort to find its own release. It didn't take long, just a few more thrusts, and Ibiki buried his face in his lover's neck, biting him lightly as his hips pistoned several more times. Panting, he licked at the bite as his body calmed down and slowly stilled. He raised up and looked down at Iruka, giving him a satiated, satisfied smirk then claimed his lips in a lazy, loving kiss.

"Mmm..."Iruka murmured, wrapping his arms around Ibiki and shifting them to their sides before haphazardly pulling the blankets around them, breaking the kiss long enough to do so. "I really think this could work," he whispered, ending the kiss but not pulling away.

He could feel sleep pulling at him and it was no surprise given everything, but he was reluctant to let it claim him. Falling asleep would mean taking his eyes, as weary as they were, off his lover and he fought that with the remains of his strength.

Ibiki chuckled at seeing Iruka fighting sleep. "It will work, Iruka." He placed a chaste kiss on the sensei's brow. "Now, rest. Tomorrow, we will get back to designing Aoba's fate." He gave his lover a small smirk before tucking the chuunin's head under his chin and holding him close, stroking his back and nuzzling into the chocolate mane he loved so much.