The Trick Is Not Minding

Chapter Twenty-Five

As soon as the copy-nin dropped him Shunpei fled. Oh my god, he thought, I am so fucked. He raced through the village, wrist crushed, shirt torn and dripping blood oblivious to the stares he was drawing. I have to get out of here, he kept repeating, I don’t want to die. So focused was he on the fledgling escape plan he was desperately trying to concoct that he failed to notice the mountain known as Moreno Ibiki stepping into his path.

It was like running into a truck, and the medic found himself sprawled awkwardly in the dirt, staring up at his very intimidating boss, looking very much like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. “Ah, Takeda, just the man I was looking for.” the interrogator growled as he lifted the smaller man by the front of his shirt to dangle from his fist. “We have things to discuss.”

A shudder ran up Shunpei’s spine, he knew what Ibiki’s ‘discussions’ were like. “Sure boss,” he replied shakily, “just let me go home and clean up first.”

“I seriously doubt that will be necessary.” Ibiki replied tightly, “In fact, I think that’s the last thing you should be concerned with.” Still holding the medic firmly, the interrogator disappeared, reappearing in his office and dropping Shunpei unceremoniously in a wooden chair. “Have a seat, won’t you.” he growled, “I’ll just be a minute.”

Ibiki stepped outside and leaned against his office door, monitoring the chakra of the man inside, appreciating his rising panic. Obviously he feels guilty about something, I just wonder what, the interrogator mused while he let his ‘guest’ stew.

When he stepped silently back into the room, ghosted up behind the medic and dropped a large heavy hand on his shoulder the man shrieked and would have leapt out of his seat had he not been restrained by that firm grip. “So,” Ibiki began “what exactly happened between you and the copy-nin?”

“It was a stupid idea, alright, a dumb, stupid, idea that I can’t believe I followed through with.” Shunpei babbled, “I’m sorry, alright, I’ll never ask him again just please, don’t let him kill me.”

“Ask him what?” Ibiki growled.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit he didn’t know . . . me and my big mouth, he thought. The medic gulped and very slowly began telling the story, voice dropping to a whisper as if he hoped that perhaps the interrogator might not hear him. However, he had no such luck.

“So basically,” Ibiki began when he finished, “you asked an ANBU, the deadliest man in this village, if he would let you abuse him. Well, that certainly explains your appearance. Do you mind my asking why he didn’t kill you . . . I certainly would have.”

“I don’t know.” the medic slowly replied, “that chuunin tried to stop him, then gave up and left, next thing I knew he was dropping me, I didn’t stop to chat about it.”

“And how, pray tell, did you find them in the first place.” Ibiki finally asked. He listened to Shunpei describe how he tracked the pair down, taking special note of Genma’s name, then he asked the most important question “Why, Takeda, why did you approach him in the first place, why would you even conceive of such a thing?”

Very slowly the medic described the night at Aoshi’s, watching as the already grim interrogator’s expression grew darker and darker. When he finally finished, Ibiki was smiling and Shunpei knew that his troubles were just beginning.

Kakashi and Iruka were once again lounging in the hot spring, a tray with champagne and strawberries within arms reach. The teacher filled two flutes and handed one to his lover. He filled his mouth with champagne as he fed the jounin a berry, then he surged forward and captured his mouth in a deep kiss, passing the fizzy liquid back and forth, savoring the taste of berry, champagne and his beloved.

When they broke apart both men were smiling. The teacher nuzzled the man in his arms, “Gods ‘kashi, I love you.” he said and he broke into a brilliant smile, “I’m so glad you’re back here with me, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

“I’m not sure I know what love is ‘ruka . . . I know I’ve never felt this way before, but is it love? How do I know? Can you explain it to me?” The jounin replied in a soft voice.

“Oh beloved,” the chuunin started in a sad voice, “love isn’t something you can explain, it’s something you feel . . . when I’m with you I’m happy, I feel kind of warm and fluttery inside, I want to be with you all the time, and most of all, I want you to be happy.”

Kakashi thought hard about what the teacher had said, he felt all those things . . . maybe he did love the chuunin. “‘Ruka, I think I love you too.” he finally said, causing the chuunin to swoop in and kiss him breathless yet again. When they finally parted Iruka hopped out of the pool and extended a hand to his lover.

“Come on ‘kashi, I think it’s time to take this inside, I want to show you some other things we can do with the champagne and berries.” and with that he scooped up the widely grinning copy-nin, running in and depositing him on the bed with a quick “Be right back.” before heading back out to retrieve the tray.

He paused in the doorway to study the erotic vision before him, long pale limbs and defined muscles in perfect contrast with the dark sheets, looking more like some artist’s vision than a living breathing man. Heart swelling with love even as his groin was swelling in lust, he stalked in and set the tray on the night table before moving to join the copy-nin on the bed.

The teacher took another mouthful of champagne and enveloped the jounin’s erection. The sensation of the cold fizzing liquid against his cock causing it to harden further, making the copy-nin wail in delight. Iruka lapped at the hot cock in delight, loving the way it twitched against his tongue before pulling back to take another drink, making his lover cry out at the loss. He immediately dove down and did the same thing to the jounin’s balls, making him flail and toss his head from side to side at the tingling sensation.

He coaxed his lover to roll over as he sampled the drink one more time, then he proceeded to prod the copy-nin’s entrance with his tongue, letting the champagne drip onto the sensitive ring, sending ripples of delight through the larger form before thrusting his tongue deep inside.

Kakashi couldn’t take it, he was begging the chuunin to please hurry up and take him. The teacher certainly wasn’t going to argue, he was more than ready to move on. He lifted the copy-nin to his knees and very slowly slid inside to the hilt. The jounin began wiggling almost immediately, trying to get him to move, but Iruka was going to do this at his own pace. When he couldn’t stand it any longer he pulled out until only the head remained and again waited, when the man below him started begging he slammed forward, hitting his lover’s prostate dead on, making him scream his pleasure.

The chuunin reached around and wrapped his hand firmly around the copy-nin’s substantial need, fisting it at a fast and regular pace, in counterpoint to his deep erratic thrusts. Kakashi was continually caught off balance, pushing him higher and higher but never quite giving him enough stimulation to allow him to come.

“Please, ‘ruka, please . . . I need to come, please let me come.” The jounin pleaded with his lover.

“Soon baby, soon.” he replied as he made another powerful thrust, “Together, I want to do this together.”

“Together.” the copy-nin agreed, panting in an effort to hold off.

“Almost there beloved,” the chuunin gritted out, “almost there.” He thrust a few more times, speeding up his hand to a blinding pace. “Come with me ‘kashi,” he moaned and the jounin was happy to comply, spraying out streams of pearly come, both men locked in a blissful place that consisted only of each other before collapsing into each other’s arms.