Best Laid Plans

Ibiki cursed himself for hanging back so long. Almost too long. He tried to smile at the flustered men he had interrupted, but affecting smiles didn't come naturally to him. Settling for a slight mouth twist, he spoke before the others could regain their momentum.

"I'm not into public displays. Let's go to Kotetsu's." He abruptly turned from them and started walking.

After a startled silence he could hear the other men getting up to follow him.

Kakashi quickly caught up to him and kept his voice low as he re-adjusted his forehead protector and asked, "What in the fuck took you so long?"

Ibiki looked straight ahead, not answering.

Kakashi let the silence stretch, occasionally looking back to watch the chuunin's heated groping. As they neared Kotetsu's he broke the awkward silence, filling it with nervous chatter.

"It doesn't really matter. Everything's going as planned. Although..." He broke off, a slight frown wrinkling his forehead. "I'm wondering if Kotetsu might have been a better choice. Too late now, I guess... Hell- This is working out fine. Izumo's as good as anyone, I suppose. I don't know what my problem is tonight."

Ibiki knew exactly what Kakashi's problem was, and a wide smile slid easily onto his face as he thought about just how perfect of a choice Izumo really was.

The jounin stopped just outside of Kotetsu's building and watched the other two men walk right past them.

It took Izumo a moment to realize that Kakashi and Ibiki were no longer walking in front of them. He pulled on Iruka's arm and pointed back at the apartment building, sparking yet another round of intimate laughter as they made their way back to the entrance.

Ibiki assessed the current situation. Izumo was still a little drunk, but not much. He seemed mostly horny, and a little bit tired. Iruka was still moderately drunk, but at this point he appeared sober enough to have access to the coherent part of his brain.

Ibiki discretely observed Kakashi all the way up the stairs, and as they all entered Kotetsu's apartment. Kakashi seemed sober, sexually aroused, alert, and uneasy. He also exuded just the slightest trace of suspicion towards Ibiki. That would need to be handled.

All four of them automatically kicked off their shoes just inside the door. Ibiki remained standing in the entrance way, watching Izumo and Kakashi head straight for the bedroom.

Iruka hesitantly followed, then stopped halfway. "I don't know about this. I'm not sure..."

Ibiki spoke up before Kakashi could, in his currently rattled state, fuck things up. "If you're not sure, you should definitely stop. Stop right here, right now, and head home. You had a plan, and you don't want that plan to fail." He waited for Iruka to bat that conversational ball of yarn around until he ended up where Ibiki needed him to be.

Iruka didn't disappoint. He looked at Izumo who was patiently leaning in the doorway of Kotetsu's bedroom with his head tilted to one side, smiling. "I definitely don't feel like stopping, or like going home."

He glanced further down Izumo, ogling the bulge in his pants, then brought his gaze back up to admire his friend's talented mouth. "I really, really don't feel like stopping and going home. So I guess I'm okay with this. My plan isn't working out the way I'd intended, but maybe this was meant to be."

Ibiki remained standing just inside the doorway to the apartment, noting Kakashi's tense body language as he stood across from Izumo on the other side of the bedroom doorway.

"The best plans leave room for some flexibility." Ibiki looked directly at Kakashi as he spoke. He counted on the other man's ego to take that statement and bend it to suit his own purposes. He banked on Kakashi only needing a small nudge to help him justify any deviations he had already made, and was about to make in his own plan.

Kakashi's features smoothed back into complacency as he apparently decided that his plan, which definitely qualified as one of "the best," left room for some flexibility.

Izumo laughed softly. "Well, my short-lived plan was a complete failure, unless we make it so flexible that the whole plan turns into, 'Let's go to Kotetsu's.' I guess we should have been a little quicker about getting here." He smiled at Iruka, then slipped over to use the bathroom.

Ibiki reached back for the doorknob the second he saw Kakashi open his mouth to speak to Iruka. "I should probably get going. Things look under control here, and I don't want to be in the way. I've never fucked a man or watched two men fucking, and I never intend to."

Ahhhh... Direct hit. Kakashi froze in his tracks, turned from Iruka, and sized up Ibiki. The word never hung in the air between the two men, whispering a tantalizing challenge into the already fevered mind of the genius copy nin. Kakashi started walking slowly towards Ibiki, completely missing Izumo's reappearance with his pants still unzipped. He was too busy trying to calculate the best way to manipulate Ibiki to see how Iruka's face lit up when Izumo approached him.

Ibiki almost laughed out loud when Izumo simultaneously unzipped Iruka's pants and pulled him into the bedroom without Kakashi even noticing. He had enough mental discipline to keep his face expressionless, staring back at Kakashi until the oblivious, so-called genius had finally formed the words to try and convince Ibiki to stay.

"Actually, I would really appreciate if you could stick around. I'm not pressuring you to join in or anything... I respect your personal decisions regarding sexuality."

Ibiki successfully fought the urge to sneer. He kept his face impassive as Kakashi continued.

"I just, friend to friend, would be grateful if you could stay until I'm sure my plan is running smoothly." He looked at Ibiki with a look of open friendliness.

Child's play... Ibiki thought to himself as he took off his coat and stepped into the room. Fucking child's play. This was too easy.

Both jounin heard the unmistakable sounds of Iruka crying out in pleasure. Kakashi's expression hardened and he turned towards the bedroom, gesturing for Ibiki to follow him.

Ibiki walked a few steps behind Kakashi, then stopped. "I don't know about this. It's really not my thing. I don't know if I'd feel comfortable seeing whatever's going on in there. It's especially frustrating since I had to leave Anko before I had technically 'finished'.

He made sure he had Kakashi's full attention before continuing. "I knew I was late getting back here, and she wasn't aware we were on a schedule so it took her for-fucking-ever to come, and I finally just had to leave. My cock is about five sizes too big right now, and I don't know if I'm up for seeing other people get the satisfaction I can't have."

Kakashi tried to cover his fascination with Ibiki's five-sizes-too-big cock. "You actually did have Anko over?"

Ibiki nodded. "The less dishonesty involved, the more streamlined a plan is. Yeah, she came by after I hinted around. She's out cold, now. I'll just head home and take care of this myself." Ibiki reached down to firmly grab what he needed to "take care of", give a few demonstration squeezes, and let go.

Reluctantly turning away from the enticing sounds in the bedroom, Kakashi took a few steps back towards Ibiki, as though those crotch tugs had activated invisible puppet strings. "You know... We're good enough friends that you could just take care of that here. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, but rather than wait until you get all the way home..."

Ibiki made a show of wrinkling his forehead and considering this suggestion. "Yeah, I guess I could go into the bathroom." He walked that direction until Kakashi stepped into his path.

"No, no... The bathroom's not comfortable. Why not the couch? I won't watch. I'll go join Iruka and Izumo."

Ibiki made some quick mental calculations as Kakashi looked from Ibiki's crotch to the open bedroom door, where increasingly loud moans and pleading could be heard. Apparently Izumo was doing an excellent job finishing what he had started on the street. Kakashi frowned again and started walking towards the bedroom.

Ibiki undid his zipper. "Well, as long as you're going in the other room I guess it's okay." He took out his well-above-average-sized erection and wrapped one hand loosely around it, using his other hand to push his pants down closer to his hips. "I had a pretty explicit dream the night after we had our talk, and I think it's best if you're nowhere around when I do this."

There went those puppet strings again. Kakashi walked away from the sound of Iruka calling out, "Please yes, Izumo... Just like that. Please, please, please... Just like that..." and forced himself to keep his gaze at eye level as he approached Ibiki.

"Dream?" Kakashi stopped and tilted his head to one side. "What sort of dream?"

Ibiki honestly wasn't interested in men, but it did take some focus to mentally spar with Kakashi when he was standing around with his dick in his hand. He gave himself a few light strokes as he thought up the best answer to that question.

"I dreamed we were in ANBU together, and we were wearing our uniforms, except they weren't really our uniforms. And we had our masks on, but my mask was of a sparrow and your mask was of a hawk. Then, somehow, we were pursuing enemy nin through the woods. Out of nowhere you pinned me down and fucked me into the dead leaves on the ground. I woke up jacking off. Weird, huh?"

Kakashi moved a step closer, breathing a bit faster than the moment before. "Yeah... weird." He started to look over his shoulder at the obvious sounds of Iruka reaching his long awaited orgasm.

Ibiki quickly added, "It doesn't mean anything, though. I'm not into guys."

Kakashi returned his attention to Ibiki, unthinkingly looking straight down at the slow stroking. "No... I can see that. But maybe I could help you out for a minute. Just as friends. Just this one time."

Ibiki looked past Kakashi, stopping the stroking to loosely hold himself, pretending not to notice when he "accidentally" brushed the head of his cock against the front of Kakashi's pants. "You really should get in there, Kakashi. It sounds like Iruka already came. Didn't part of your plan involved you being there for that? You don't want to miss them actually fucking. Doesn't the rest of your plan involve tying Izumo to the bed and having both you and Iruka go at it with him? You can't show him the benefits of multiplayer games from out here. I'll be fine... You go ahead."

Kakashi hesitated, unsure as he looked down at what his fellow jounin was so casually holding.

Ibiki paused for a measured amount of time, then further molded the situation into shape. "Do you think Kotetsu has any straight porn lying around anywhere? If I just had something to watch I'd be all set."

Kakashi's thoughts may as well have been running across his forehead as subtitles.

Ibiki marveled over how loosely the term "genius" was thrown around Konoha these days, especially when this alleged genius fell right in line with Ibiki's plan with his predictable reply.

"I can't imagine Kotetsu having anything like that, but if you want something to watch we should just move a little closer to the bedroom. You never know... You might see something you like."

Ibiki wrapped his hand tightly around his erection and gave himself several firm strokes, allowing some labored breaths to slip out for Kakashi's benefit. The next several minutes would be critical: Get Kakashi close enough to watch, yet not close enough to touch, and capture enough of his attention and interest that he was guaranteed to stay where Ibiki needed him to be.

"I have to admit, Kakashi..." Ibiki spoke gruffly, letting his eyes drop down to the tent in Kakashi's pants. "If I'm being honest, I have to say that I already see something I like. I have to admit... I mean... Keep this between us, but... I guess I am kind of curious about what it looks like when two guys fuck."

Kakashi exhaled loudly and lowered his hand to his zipper, lust overpowering his scant amount of discretion. "I've got something to show you that I bet you'll really like." He slowly unzipped, watching Ibiki's face for any signs of repulsion or anger.

Ibiki mentally prepared himself to show no signs of being uncomfortable.

Surprisingly, he felt completely at ease when Kakashi pushed his pants down to his hips and slowly stroked his now-exposed erection. Ibiki found himself increasing his own stroking speed.

What in the hell? He was not into guys... But, oh fuck yeah... Kakashi's cock looked pretty good. Smaller than his own, of course. And paler...slightly thinner... with a so-nice looking head that probably felt...

Ibiki rubbed the tip of his arousal against Kakashi's before even realizing he had the desire. He let his thumb rub up and over Kakashi's cockhead to confirm that it was, in fact, more velvety soft than his own.

What... The... Hell.

Ibiki pulled back a little, frowning, and decided he must have had a bit more to drink than he'd thought. He was not into men. Easy... he told himself. Take it easy. Focus. Breathing slowly and deeply, he reduced his stroking speed to a light tease and gestured for slightly-panting Kakashi to follow him to the bedroom doorway.

Kakashi stroked himself slightly faster as he followed, then stopped short at the sight in the bedroom.

Both chuunin were across the room, completely naked. Izumo sat on the edge of Kotetsu's bed, facing out towards the watching jounin. He gripped the rumpled blankets as Iruka knelt in front of him, returning the favor.

As Ibiki and Kakashi stood in the bedroom doorway, Iruka enthusiastically focused on his task, oblivious to the presence of the other men. Izumo looked straight at them, eyes glazing over with yet another layer of lust as he made eye contact first with Kakashi, then with Ibiki.

Kakashi stared as Izumo reached down to undo the tie holding back Iruka's hair. His expression darkened when Izumo gently finger-combed the freed hair before tenderly wrapping his fingers through it, gripping lightly.

Ibiki waited until Kakashi started approaching the bed before laying a restraining hand on his arm and whispering, "You know what? I really think I need to take off. That is looking waaay too good to me right now, and I don't want to do anything I'll regret tomorrow."

Kakashi faltered. He glanced at the back of Iruka's industriously moving head, with Izumo's hands still threaded through his loosed hair. When he raised his gaze to Izumo's face the two men made eye contact.

When Izumo's breath hitched in pleasure from being watched, Kakashi's pulse and breathing automatically quickened as well. He half turned to Ibiki and asked, "What exactly looks good to you?"

Ibiki responded by looking pointedly over at the chuunin and stroking himself faster. That sight inspired Kakashi to became a bit more bold. He cautiously sank down on his knees in front of Ibiki. "Does this look good?"

Ibiki leaned back against the doorframe, positioning himself so that he would be facing Izumo, but Kakashi would end up with his back to the other two men. He braced himself for the coming, unavoidable unpleasantness.

Momentarily distracted from Iruka, Kakashi crawled forward and gave Ibiki one cautious lick, dragging the moistened fabric of his mask roughly up the entire shaft. "Does that look good, Ibiki?"

When there was no violently angry reaction he gave a short series of quick, masked licks. "How about that... That look good?"

One more quick lick. "How does that feel? Good enough to close your eyes just for a minute?" He reached for his mask and began pulling it down.

Ibiki automatically closed his eyes. As Kakashi's wet, fully exposed tongue went to work Ibiki reached behind him to grip the doorframe with one hand and gripped the edge of Kotetsu's dresser with the other . What... in the hell... Why was his body betraying him? He needed to be alert, with his eyes open.

However, closing his eyes when Kakashi found it necessary to lower his mask was a completely automatic reaction at this point of their acquaintance. Plan or no plan, Kakashi deserved a certain level of respect. No question.

Ibiki would just need to tell Kakashi to stop. He needed Kakashi to stop, both so he could open his eyes and so that they could end this embarrassingly awkward moment. He wasn't into guys. Definitely not.

Even so, a tongue on the cock felt good, no matter whose tongue it was. He certainly felt no thrill in knowing that is was Hatake Kakashi, the ex-ANBU copy nin, who was on his knees, doing... what he was doing.

Ibiki only acknowledged a feeling of discomfort as Kakashi wrapped one hand around his base, stroking in synch with the sucking he was doing on just the head. Apparently "discomfort" now included pulsing sensations of white-hot heat.

What.. in... the.. hell. A drop of sweat slid down the side of Ibiki's face as he tightened his grip on the doorframe and the dresser, struggling to keep a low growling moan from escaping into the room. The quieter he and Kakashi kept, the more Iruka could maintain the illusion of being alone with Izumo. He needed to keep quiet. He had to be able to open his eyes. Why in the fuck was he incapable of thought?

Emotionally perceptive as always, Izumo's voice provided yet another distraction.

"Soooo good Iruka. Feels so good. I love having a tongue on my cock. Love knowing that a man, a ninja, is down on his knees with my hard cock in his mouth. So, so, good..."

Ibiki was surprised to find his hands clenched in Kakashi's hair, holding the man's head still as he thrust into his mouth. Into his mouth... The mouth of a man. This man, this trained ex-assassin, who was down on his knees. Fuck yeah, it felt good to hold that head still, pull the hair just a little bit and thrust, thrust, thrust...

What the fuck...

Ibiki released Kakashi's hair and pushed him away, backing up just a little.

Calm. Focus. Breathe. What in the nine hells was he supposed to be doing? His thoughts scrambled to arrange themselves into cohesiveness.

"I'm going to open my eyes, Kakashi."

He respectfully gave the other man a moment to adjust his mask, then looked down and tried to regain some measure of control.

Kakashi looked back up at him, a bit dazed.

Izumo, noticing the pause in the other men's activities, gently used his hands to ease Iruka to a stop.

"No more, 'Ruka... I'm getting too close." He caressed Iruka's cheek as he looked over at Ibiki, smiling as if to communicate "I'm with you- Any more cock sucking will push me over the edge." Then his smile faltered a bit as he looked down at Kakashi, who had remained on his knees and was looking over at the two chuunin with a completely blank expression.

"Ummm... So... What do you think, Iruka? Can I... I mean do you want to..."

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Ibiki used all of his mental training and discipline to ignore his throbbing cock, clear his mind, and assess exactly what needed to happen during the next critical moments.

First- Make eye contact with Izumo while stroking himself hard a few times.

Next- Quickly kneel down by Kakashi.

Was Iruka still on his knees facing Izumo? Yes. He was gently nestling his head on the inside of Izumo's knee, wrestling with his conscience most likely.

Was Izumo still watching them? Oh.. hell yes. That guy looked ready to come just from looking at Ibiki's enormous arousal combined with anticipation over what Ibiki might be planning to do next.

That same anticipation kept Kakashi still, kneeling just inside the bedroom door. Ibiki moved quickly and silently... Grabbing Kakashi, he roughly jerked him so that his back slammed flat on the floor. Ibiki pulled the boxers and pants swiftly off his body, then threw him over onto all fours. He kicked off his own pants, then leaned forward and whispered, "We'll keep our shirts on, won't we... Don't want to forget we're not lovers, just two acquaintances having a quick fuck. My first- and last- time fucking a guy in the ass. "

That got the desired reaction from Kakashi. His breathing quickened and he pressed backwards towards Ibiki, clearly too far gone to worry about Iruka, his plan, or anything other than the prospect of being Ibiki's first male lay.

But, oh shit... He was losing the chuunin. Izumo couldn't hear him, and he was looking down at Iruka, stroking his hair and apparently telling him it was okay to stop here, that he'd understand. Damnit!!

He traced the head of his cock around Kakashi's entrance, hoping that teasing touch would keep the other man still while Ibiki caught Izumo's eye.

As soon as Izumo laid eyes on the pair of pants-less jounin in fuck formation he leaned slightly forward, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and softly biting down. The second his gaze made it up to Ibiki's face, Ibiki pointed down to where he was teasing Kakashi, mouthed "What do I do?", and made a helpless kind of shrug.

Izumo's mouth literally fell open at the thought of providing a live action ass-fuck tutorial to Ibiki. He stroked Iruka's hair with a slightly different emotional impulse, bringing his other hand around to stroke a thumb along his friend's jawline.

Come on, Iruka. Ibiki willed the chuunin to hurry up and get on board with this. He was about to lose Kakashi. He motioned more frantically to Izumo.

Izumo couldn't resist. He whispered, just once, "Please, Iruka?"

That was all it took.

Iruka climbed up on the bed, and Izumo knew enough to arrange things so they were parallel to the other men. Ibiki needed a good view, after all.

Ibiki used his left hand to reach under Kakashi- He couldn't believe he was actually doing this- And fondled the other man's balls the way he himself liked to be touched, just to buy some time. He needed to get these two chuunin fucking, in Kakashi's sight, without Kakashi making a move to interrupt. But he also needed to keep Iruka from having the true multiplayer experience. Think, think...Fucking think....

Ah! Of course... He caught Izumo's eye. After jerking his head in Iruka's direction, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes.

He could see the understanding spread across Izumo's face. Ibiki had known this intuitively caring man would be the perfect choice. Izumo understood that Iruka wouldn't want to see Kakashi with another man.

Although tying up Izumo might be out, all of that prep Kakashi had done with the video didn't have to go to waste: Iruka had chattered about blindfolded Genma for a large part of that evening. Like Ibiki had told Kakashi earlier, all plans needed some measure of flexibility.

Izumo scrambled to Kotetsu's night table drawer and quickly pulled out a blindfold and two jars of lube. He tossed one jar on the bed, the other on the floor, and hesitantly walked around the side of the bed. He looked down at Iruka, who remained waiting patiently on all fours.

"Ummm... 'Ruka?" Izumo cleared his throat nervously.

Ibiki held his breath. Iruka's one-on-one comfort zone could be best simulated with the blindfold on. Would he on some subconscious level realize that? Would he remember the video of Genma and have just enough sense of adventure to say yes?

Iruka pulled Izumo down for a deep kiss, then answered, "Ohhhh yeah... Hell, yeah. Please..."

Izumo cupped Iruka's face in his hands and leaned down for one more kiss before quickly blindfolding his new playmate. He watched Ibiki, still clumsily teasing Kakashi's entrance, while he crawled over to position himself behind Iruka on the bed.

Kakashi looked over at the other men, obviously upset at this huge deviation from his plan. If Iruka couldn't see what was going on, how could he get hooked on multiplayer and eventually accept Sasuke into their bed? He opened his mouth to speak.

Ibiki quickly pressed his cock flat against the crack of Kakashi's ass, reached his other hand a little further to give the copy nin a series of quick, hard strokes, then leaned forward again to whisper, "I'm going to make you scream, Kakashi. You're going to make more noise than you've ever made before in your life. Get ready to moan like a woman."

That shut him up. Too easy. Handling the genius copy nin was too fucking easy.

Ibiki brought his hands up to wipe the pooling sweat from the edges of his forehead protector. He looked over at Izumo to see what exactly he was doing, and consequently what Ibiki needed to be doing. Obviously you inserted the big thing into the little hole, but... hell... There seemed to be no way it would actually fit. Talk about taking one for the team...

But, wait just a minute. Oh, no. Ah... HELL no. Izumo was, at that moment, kneeling behind Iruka and using both hands to spread his ass cheeks apart, clearing his hole for... It couldn't be. There was no way he was going to put his...

There he went. Izumo was actually licking the outside of Iruka's hole with his tongue.

No... fucking... way. Game over. Ibiki would never... Oh, fuck! Kakashi was starting to crawl toward Iruka!

Ibiki took a deep breath and grabbed the other man's hips, roughly dragging him back. He glanced at Izumo to see exactly where to put his hands, then used his thumbs to spread Kakashi's pale, perfect ass. He paused, sweat running down the side of his face.

Kakashi sat perfectly still and silent, breathing heavily and waiting.

Ibiki looked up at Izumo to find him already gazing down at him. Izumo pulled back slightly and slowed his movements to show Ibiki just what he was doing... Using just the tip of his tongue he was stroke, stroke, stroking the entire sensitive area around Iruka's tight pucker, then he'd flatten his tongue to wetly lick the entire area.. WHAT in the FUCK.. No. Way. Disgusting.

Disgusting, but... But maybe just for a minute... Ibiki's body thrilled at the fascinating sounds Iruka kept making, and Kakashi's perfect, pale little hole didn't really look so bad. Not so bad at all, he thought as he leaned forward and hesitantly gave Kakashi a series of quick-darting-licks.

Oh, fuck yeah, that felt good. The feel of Kakashi's spread ass in his hands, the up close sight of what he was taste, taste, tasting with its slightly acrid taste and rough-yet-soft feel... and it was so wrong, so taboo, so... bad. Ibiki glanced up again to meet Izumo's eyes.

Izumo moaned as they made eye contact. He reached down with one hand for his own dripping erection, switching once again to a series of flat, wet licks on Iruka.

Without thinking, Ibiki followed his lead, right down to reaching down and stroking himself. Thoughts that, even hours earlier, would have repulsed him were now sending jolts of white hot arousal straight to his straining erection. My face is buried in Kakashi's ass... I am licking the hole of Hatake Kakashi.

He found that he no longer needed to look to Izumo for guidance. His tongue seemed to know exactly what to do to make Kakashi swallow moans behind gritted teeth and grip his hands into the rug. He still occasionally glanced up to meet Izumo's eyes. The surges of pleasure that eye contact gave the sweet, gentle exhibitionist sent answering waves of pleasure coiling through Ibiki's body, straight down to his groin.

He stopped when he saw Izumo sitting up, reaching for the lube.

Iruka moaned and spread his legs a little bit wider, arching his back in frustrated anticipation and leaning his still blindfolded head down to rest on the bed while he waited.

Izumo looked pointedly at the lube on the floor by Ibiki, then opened the tube on the bed and started preparing himself.

That looked simple enough. Ibiki had used lotion while jacking himself more times than he could count. He followed Izumo's lead. Easy.

He watched Izumo squirt more lube on his fingers, then reach out and insert one finger into Iruka.

Ohhhh no.... No way.

Of course Ibiki had, on some level, known vaguely what might be involved in this plan. Even so, this was getting to be a bit much. He was not into guys. Not interested in the way Kakashi kept spreading his legs just a little wider, lifting his ass just a little higher, silently pleading to be fucked. He was not interested in the way Iruka moaned at the feeling of Izumo's finger sliding in, twisting up just a little, then sliding out.

Unfortunately, Kakashi definitely responded to the sounds of Iruka's pleasure. He looked over at his lover's blindfolded face with yet another frown clouding the visible portion of his own features.

Ibiki knew what he had to do. Carefully watching Izumo, he took his finger and-cursing silently to himself- he pushed... past the ring of resisting muscle... through the impossibly tight-hot passage. All... the way... in.

Ah, fuck. What in the hell. Ibiki looked up at Izumo, who smiled at him encouragingly and slowed his finger fucking of Iruka just a little to give Ibiki a clear idea of what to do. Judging from Iruka's reactions, Izumo knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

Ibiki thrust his fingers in, up, and back out, just like his patient sensei. The fierce grip on his fingers sent jolts of anticipatory pleasure straight down to his dripping arousal. As much as he loved screwing women- Anko in particular- this was a kind of tight he'd never even dreamed of.

Following Izumo's lead, he finally slid his fingers out and lined up his cock. He knew this was coming, but...

He paused to wipe sweat from the side of his face with his sleeve. Yeah, his fingers fit just fine, but there was no way his dick would fit in there. No. Way. He looked nervously up at Izumo.

Izumo smiled at him and mouthed, "It's okay." He started gently rubbing the head of his cock in teasing circles around Iruka's entrance, then mouthed, "It WILL fit."

Iruka rested his head on his crossed arms and pleaded, "Please Izumo.... I need you inside me. Please..."

Kakashi started to sit up, and Ibiki quickly pulled him back, clumsily re-lining himself up and trying to jam his the head of his cock into that impossibly small looking hole. It just looked so painful... He couldn't bring himself to do it.

Izumo wiped a drop of sweat from his own face, then pushed into Iruka just the smallest bit, looking right at Ibiki and saying, "You like it slow like that, 'Ruka? You like when I just push so-slow through the hole that I loosened up so nice with my fingers?"

Encouraged by Iruka's moans of "Yes, yes, yes..." Ibiki took a deep breath and forced himself to just... push... so... slow. Just like Izumo was telling and showing him.

Ohhhhh fuck yeah... Oh, nice. There it went. Ibiki gave Kakashi's ass his full attention as it easily took in the head of his aching cock. That ass was definitely loosened up and more than ready for more. Just the sight of it... The sight of that small, perfect, pink pucker swallowing his huge cock would have been almost enough without the intense feeling of hot-tight gripping that increased by the millions with each.. minuscule... push... further.

Izumo, who had been closely monitoring his progress, breathed, "Ohhhhh yeah.... FUCK yeah. That's it," and licked his bottom lip, slowly sliding into Iruka as he watched Ibiki's enormous erection disappear into Kakashi's hard-muscled ass.

Ibiki stopped when he was finally fully sheathed. He noticed the tensing of Kakashi's body and wanted to give the man a chance to adjust.

"Feel good, Kakashi?" He cursed himself as soon as the words slipped out. Glancing over at Iruka he was reassured that the chuunin was too absorbed in the feel of Izumo slowly fucking into him to notice Ibiki's muttered words.

Kakashi answered in a low voice. "Mmmmm... Hell, yeah it feels good. I've never had a cock so huge in my life. Fuck, Ibiki..." He moved himself forward a bit, then backed up to re-fill himself, silently urging the other man to get on with it.

Ibiki looked over at where Izumo was slowly, carefully, and tenderly pushing into Iruka. He observed the way Izumo gently rested his hands on Iruka's hips, occasionally giving soft caresses and murmuring words in a low voice that Iruka would answer in an equally intimate tone.

Fuck that.

Ibiki pushed the edges of Kakashi's shirt completely out of his way so that he could grip his hips hard enough to leave angry red finger marks. He pulled out until he was barely still inside and then... pushed back in, loving the sight of Kakashi's fingers clawing at the rug and the forced exhalation that escaped his body.

Oh, hell yeah.. This just might be something worth doing, Ibiki thought as he repeated the slow... pull...out... and forceful push back in several times until his body became acclimated and began to pick up speed. He glanced back over at the chuunin, but quickly lost interest. Too slow. Izumo moved way, way too slow.

"Take it all, Kakashi. You can fucking take it ALL," he said as he gripped the other jounin's hips harder in order to slam-slam-slam, hard and fast, into that tight, hot passage.

He gripped, fucked, and pistoned over and over again, angling his body until Kakashi growled, grunted, and trembled in response.

Ibiki sped up, frenzied, but he couldn't get hard and fast enough. Could. Not. Get. Enough.

He looked back up at Izumo, desperate to regain his attention.

Apparently he had never lost it. Izumo was still staring at them, and looked delighted to have Ibiki's finally watching him again. He sped up his thrust speed into Iruka, but slowed again as he noticed that Ibiki seemed distressed.

Ibiki could see Izumo's mind racing to figure out the problem, then watched as realization spread across the empathetic man's features.

Izumo spoke as if addressing Iruka, but kept his eyes on Ibiki. "You need it deeper, 'Ruka? Need it faster?"

Ibiki nodded forcefully at the same time Iruka moaned, "Yes, yes... Please, yes..."

Izumo ran his hands over Iruka's hips, pausing to kiss the dip in his back before pulling gently out.

Iruka checked to make sure his blindfold was secure as he allowed himself to be carefully arranged on his back, hips propped up on a pillow, legs placed up and over Izumo's shoulders. He reached down to stroke himself lazily, clearly luxuriating in the sightless feelings of this perversely tender evening.

Kakashi exhaled forcibly when Ibiki pulled out of him. He sat back on his heels for a moment, watching Izumo getting ready to penetrate his lover from this new angle. He once again moved as though he planned to crawl over to Iruka.

Ibiki quickly grabbed Kakashi's hips again, wrestling him to his back and reveling in the irritation-seasoned-with-lust that glared from Kakashi's one visible eye.

Kakashi sneered under his mask when he noticed Ibiki staring at his face. He readily allowed himself to be arranged with one leg over each of Ibiki's shoulders, and placed the pillow Izumo dropped down to them under his own hips. Looking directly into Ibiki's eyes he told him, "Don't even think about asking me to take off my mask."

Ibiki's twisted his face into an answering sneer as he responded, "I don't give a shit about what's under your mask, Kakashi. All I care about is this."

Ibiki pushed completely into Kakashi, drowning out the sound of his cry with his own loud grunt of primal pleasure at this superior penetration. Cursing softly, he glanced over at Iruka and was quickly reassured that the blindfolded chuunin was paying absolutely no attention to what was happening on the floor.

Ibiki drew back slowly, then pushed back into the impossibly tight heat of Kakashi. He wasn't into men- at all- but he couldn't say that he minded the way Kakashi reached down to frantically fist himself, closing his eyes, face misted with sweat, as Ibiki leaned over him and pulled all the way out.

Kakashi protested for the half second it took before Ibiki slammed completely back inside, keeping his body flush with Kakashi.

Izumo watched with half lidded eyes, encouraging, "Fuck yeah... Just like that. Such a tight ass..."

Hell yeah, this man...This *man*... Had a tight ass. Ibiki watched Izumo rocking his body gently against Iruka's, running his hands tenderly over the places where he gripped Iruka's legs as he....

The word "fuck" didn't accurately describe what the other two men were doing. Ibiki would be damned if the pair of them weren't up Izumo's lover's bed, with Iruka's lover getting fucked on the floor, doing something that looked remarkably like "making love." Yesss... Izumo was the perfect choice for Ibiki's plan.

Ibiki looked back down at half-dressed Kakashi as he desperately jacked himself, waiting impatiently for Ibiki to get going.

"You want this Kakashi?"

Ibiki used his shoulders to lift Kakashi higher as he drove into him.

"Like this? Is this how you like it?"

He angled himself slightly for even deeper penetration.

"Maybe you like it like this... Maybe harder and faster. A fast hard fuck from my huge fucking cock... Is that what you like?

A corner of Ibiki's mind tried to stop the flow of words. The far recesses of his mind knew the importance of keeping quiet. But as he drove-slammed-fucked into the perfect tight-hot heat underneath him his body operated purely on primitive impulse: Harder, faster, MORE.

His control disintegrated further at the sound of Izumo's shouted orgasm, quickly followed by Iruka's.

The sweat dripped from Ibiki's face as he furiously pistoned into Kakashi. He barely registered the sound of the chuunin laughing softly as they slipped into the bathroom, then closed the door behind them leaving only muffled sounds of the shower being turned on.

Kakashi swiveled his head towards the bathroom. "Fuck! My fucking plan! Ah... So fucking good, Ibiki... But my plan..." He attempted to push at Ibiki's chest, indicating his desire to stop and go check on Iruka.

Ibiki growled, "You want to get up, Kakashi?"

He pulled abruptly out, shoved Kakashi's legs off of his shoulders, and stood up.

Before Kakashi had time to blink, Ibiki reached down and grabbed the other man's wrists, jerking him painfully to his feet.

"This better, Kakashi?" Ibiki sneered at him, holding him in an iron grip with his right hand and crashing the surface of Kotetsu's dresser clear with a swipe of his left arm.

He threw Kakashi on top of it, taking satisfaction in the sound of the copy nin's head slamming hard against the wall. He quickly pulled the other man's hips into position and pushed his legs back, ordering, "Hold these."

Kakashi did as he was told, leaning back against the wall and holding his legs up and out of Ibiki's way. Anger merged with arousal on his sweat soaked face. "Fuck you, Ibiki."

"No, Kakashi- Fuck you."

Ibiki forgot the plan, forgot that he didn't "like men", forgot to keep the noise down, and forgot that anything in the world existed other than his cock and Kakashi's ass. The only thing he knew was that if he fucked hard and fast enough into that never-felt-before tightness he would finally find the release his body frantically screamed for.

"You like that? You like having a cock pound in to your ass like that?"

"Yeah... oh FUCK yeah.. Harder... Fuck that ass harder..." Kakashi spat the words at Ibiki through gritted teeth,

The soft sounds of the shower were completely drowned out by the dresser slamming into the wall hard enough to leave marks as Ibiki finally found the angle necessary to fuck harder, faster, MORE.

Kakashi's let go of his right leg and started frantically fisting himself again, eyes clenched tight, muttering, "That's all you got, Ibiki? That's as hard as you can fuck? You screw like a woman."

Ibiki felt a rush of adrenaline surge through his body and used the remainder of his self control not to bury his fist in Kakashi's face.

"Good thing you're as light as a woman." Ibiki sneered, panting as he lifted Kakashi off of the dresser and threw him forcibly against the wall without withdrawing from his body. "You want it harder, Kakashi?"

Kakashi pressed his back against the wall, focusing chakra to hold himself still as he repositioned his legs over Ibiki's shoulders and struggled to breathe.

Ibiki dug his fingers into Kakashi's ass, gripping hard enough to keep him in place. "I've got your hard fuck- A man's hard fuck, you prick."

With that, both men sank into the hedonistic sensations of fuck-fuck-fucking harder, faster, and deeper than either would have ever thought possible. Their animalistic lust merged with awe-tinged-hatred as their gazes locked and held, and they both muttered a series of incoherent obscenities that wove around each other as though they were speaking with one voice:

"Fuck yeah... Fuck.. So hard... Don't stop... So fucking tight... FUCK yes..."

Ibiki's sweat dripped down onto Kakashi as Kakashi's orgasm flowed from his free-swaying cock in several quick pulses. The sight spurred Ibiki to drive one last time, impossibly deep, into Kakashi and remain pushed flush against the other man as the coiling heat of his almost painfully intense orgasm emptied into the other man's body.

Ibiki grit his teeth and grunted with each spasm of his ejaculation, pressing Kakashi against the wall with a pressure that bordered on violent. The second he finished, he let go and pulled back quickly, letting Kakashi slide forcefully onto the floor.

Ibiki looked down where the other man had landed and remained sprawled, panting, and trying to catch his breath.

"That- my friend- is what you call a meaningless fuck."

He shook the last drops off of himself and onto Kakashi, then walked briskly into the living room.

All for the sake of the plan, he told himself. Everything went, more or less, as planned. He grabbed the rest of his clothes off of the floor and shakily stepped into them.

He picked up Kakashi's discarded clothes and tossed them through the bedroom doorway without looking in, then quickly went to the bathroom door off of the living room and waited for the sounds of shower to end.

After the chuunin had clearly finished up, Ibiki opened the door and slipped into the bathroom. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror as he ran icy cold water over his hands, then lifted his cupped hands to run the water over his sweat drenched face. Just like he planned. Everything went according to plan. He waited until his hands had stopped shaking to glance up at the mirror.

The same. He looked exactly the same. Nothing had changed.

After a quick clean-up he re-entered the bedroom through the adjoining door and looked down at the clean-smelling, cuddly chuunin as they lay curled up together under Kotetsu's thick, soft bedding.

Kakashi, fully dressed at this point, was wiping his shirt off using a towel from Kotetsu's hamper. He avoided Ibiki's eye as he walked past on his way to the bathroom.

Ibiki caught his arm. "Leave it," he commanded. "You can remember our time together."

Kakashi looked straight at Ibiki, trying to figure out if he was serious. He decided it wasn't worth arguing about and turned from the bathroom, looking down at his shirt with a look of distaste.

He knelt down beside the bed and tilted his head to one side as he looked first into Iruka's sleepy face, then looked past him at Izumo.

Izumo appeared to already be half asleep, spooned around Iruka with one arm flung over his waist.

Iruka covered Izumo's hand with his own, tenderly stroking Izumo's wrist with his thumb. He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes.

Kakashi remained kneeling down, leaning forward, but not actually touching Iruka. He watched his lover silently for a few moments, then took a deep breath and said, "Iruka, are you awake?"

Although clearly awake, Iruka didn't answer.

Kakashi waited a moment, then continued. "If you want, we can have that talk that you always want to have. About our exclusivity... We can figure some things out. I'm ready now. I'm ready not just to talk, but to listen."

Iruka didn't open his eyes as he murmured, "Too tired."

Kakashi stared at Iruka. A mixture of emotions played across his features... if you knew what to look for.

Ibiki knew exactly what to look for and smiled to himself, thinking that this entire whacked evening had definitely been worth the time. He pushed aside any lingering thoughts and impulses regarding exactly how worth his time it had been.

Ibiki wasn't into guys.

As Iruka sensed Kakashi's lingering presence he opened his eyes for a moment before sleepily closing them again, murmuring, "I still hate the thought of you with other men, but I can't believe how incredible this night was. I never could have had this night if it weren't for you and your open-mindedness, so... Thank you."

Kakashi looked blankly at the two snuggling chuunin. "You're welcome."

Iruka mumbled through a long, loud yawn. "My plan was a total failure, but I've never enjoyed failing so much in my life." He smiled, then fell silent.

Kakashi continued to stare at him. "Yes. Sometimes best laid plans go quite differently from what we had in mind."

Ibiki leaned against the bedroom doorframe smirking as Iruka offered no response.

Kakashi slowly rose to standing and reached out, clearly intending to touch Iruka's face. He hesitated, then returned the hand to his own side.

"Iruka... I'm leaving now. I had hoped that you could come with me. Spend the night... All night."

Iruka didn't even open his eyes as he mumbled, "Too tired... Too comfortable."

Kakashi stood around uncertainly for a few minutes. "Okay, Iruka... I'm leaving now."

Iruka didn't answer, having fallen into a deep, contented sleep.

Kakashi remained by the side of the bed for several minutes, not speaking. He slowly lowered himself back down, careful to keep his back completely to Ibiki.

Ibiki watched from behind as the other man first raised his forehead protector up and off, then slipped his mask down to pool around his neck.

Kakashi stayed that way for a full five minutes, just watching Iruka. His tense posture suggested the desire to will Iruka to wakefulness- The desire for Iruka to see him... Too see all of him.

Iruka slept.

Ibiki waited for a carefully calculated amount of time, then muttered, "Let's go." He watched Kakashi sigh, then replace his forehead protector and mask.

The two jounin remained completely silent as they left Kotetsu's, descended the stairs, and began walking in the general direction of their own homes. Neither acknowledged failed plans, sleeping lovers, or brutally intense wall-fucks.

Ibiki measured the length of their silence before deliberately breaking it. "Maybe this was meant to be. Let go of Iruka. Go to Sasuke."

Kakashi looked at Ibiki, stricken. "Meant to be?"

Ibiki continued to look straight ahead, walking briskly. "Wasn't that the point? Sasuke told you to figure things out, and you thought you had. You thought you had a foolproof plan. I think tonight proves Iruka won't play multi-player. Not the way you'd hoped, anyway. Sasuke will, though. Forget Iruka. Go to Sasuke."

Kakashi frowned, not answering.

As they approached the next street corner Ibiki motioned, "If you're not too tired out from fucking half of Konoha tonight, why don't you go to Sasuke's? You finally have a chance to go when Iruka won't give a rat's ass where you are."

Another direct hit. Ibiki had never met a "genius" who was so easy to play.

Kakashi slowed down a bit, looking pained, then continued walking past the turn-off to Sasuke's. "I actually am pretty tired. I'm going to get some sleep... Think some things over. Especially now that my plan has totally failed."

The two men continued to walk in silence until they came to the turnoff that would eventually lead to both of their apartments. Kakashi started down the other path, looking questioningly at Ibiki when the other man didn't follow.

Ibiki looked back, silent and unblinking.

Kakashi didn't ask any questions, but struggled to find an appropriate goodbye. "Ummm, Ibiki... I just..."

Ibiki interrupted him. "We made plans that failed, then we fucked. Now we're saying good night. Good night, Kakashi."

Kakashi blinked once, then replied, "Uhhh... yeah. Good night, Ibiki."

Ibiki turned from him and kept walking without looking back.

As he continued his long walk through the silent, empty streets he made sure to gather the few wildflowers that had managed to survive the cooler weather.

Eventually, he left the main path. He hated walking through the streets of the abandoned Uchiha compound. He kept to the grassy outskirts, bending down to collect the sparsely available flowers as he went.

He set down his large bundle of offerings when he finally reached the Uchiha burial plot. As he walked around collecting the old, dried remains of his last visit he felt the familiar tightening in his chest and intensified his focus on his task.

He made sure to tidy the entire plot, not just the burial sites of his deceased ANBU comrades. He meticulously tended to every Uchiha family member who had opened their home to him during his years in ANBU.

He offered silent prayers at each grave-site, ending, as always, with Shisui.

Kneeling down, he bent his head and spoke words that he was sure his friend somehow heard.

"It's all been set in motion, Shisui. The second part of my plan is still a seedling, but I've just flawlessly enacted the first part."

He glanced up at the sound of nocturnal birds flying overhead, then bowed his head again and continued.

"I won't make the mistake again of assuming other people are keeping a close enough eye on Sasuke. Especially since Iruka and Kakashi, who are both good men, have proven themselves incapable of performing the job."

He reached out to gently pull at some overgrown grass growing close the the grave-marker. His thoughts started to wander, thinking of all of the indirect nudges he had given to Iruka, and then Kakashi, as Sasuke struggled over the years. He sighed as he thought about how complicated things had become, and how unlucky Sasuke continued to be.

"He will suffer some short-time pain over this, but not for long. I promise you, my friend..."

Ibiki paused until the tightening in his chest relented enough to allow him to continue speaking. "I promise you that the survivor of the Uchiha clan is being watched over."

After offering one last silent prayer, Ibiki stood up and dusted himself off. He took one more look around the sea of grave-markers bearing the name of the clan who had been his second family, closer to him than his actual family.

Sasuke would never know of Ibiki's direct manipulations, any more than he had known of his indirect manipulations over the years. Sasuke's tortured pain over Kakashi was close to its end.

Ibiki's plans never failed.

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