The hands of the Hokage

First of all, thank you Hades_bitch, for all of your reviews. 

I was at the deep end, and then your reviews came in and that set me off to writing again. 

So thank you. 

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Years of experience is what keeps Ibiki from shivering in his seat. It’s strange that he feels nervous. The meeting with the council is going well. Hatake-sama gives him space to talk, doesn’t ask any questions that are unnecessary and seems satisfied. Overall, the mood in the room is pleasant.

Yet, it doesn’t really feel like that. 

He must be affected by the events from the previous night. Sure, the ANBU barched into his room before. But those were mission related situation. And he was never naked.

Yesterday was, somehow, all about him. And his body. And something about a relationship. Well, one of ANBU members asked something along those lines. That question kept him up. Because, why would the ANBU ask about something like that? There is no logic in the idea that the Hokage would want to be in a relationship with him. 

If the Hokage ever want to have a relationship, it will probably be with Umino-san. Because they go way back and stuff like that. 

“That concludes the list. Are there any other questions?” 

Ibiki blinks and watches the meeting end. He keeps his posture, and is the last one to rise to his feet.

“Stay,” the Hokage says. 

Ibiki swallows and straightens his back. Here it comes. Now the Hokage probably wants to punish him for breathing wrong. Or blinking wrong. Or, perhaps, his posture was sloughed. 

Hatake-sama walks towards the door, closing and sealing it in one simple move. He slowly turns around, eyes locked onto Ibiki’s frame. 

Ibiki holds his breath, still. Part of him wants to close his eyes. To avoid Hatake-sama’s gaze. Other parts of him wants to lash out and give the Hokage a tactical hit to his crotch. 

But he simply keeps on standing. It would be impossible to outsmart the Hokage. 

“You did well.” The Hokage is right in front of Ibiki. With a smile on his lips. And thus, without mask. 

Ibiki blinks and stares at those lips. Why are they so captivating? He should avert his eyes. Like, right now, at this moment. 

But he doesn’t

“You did well, Morino-san,” Hatake-sama says again. He takes a step towards Ibiki and grabs both of his arms. “Aren’t you going to reply to my words?” 

Ibiki releases his breath, slowly, and closes his eyes. “THank you for the compliment, Hokage-sama,” he says. 

Hatake-sama chuckles. “Good boy,” he whispers. He pushes against Ibiki’s chest, forcing him backwards and onto the table. 

Tension takes over Ibiki’s body. Confusion growns. He did well, so why is he pushed back. And why does his body react like this? With tension and shivers and strange feelings fluttering in his gut?

Hatake-sama’s hand moves up, over Ibiki’s arm, to his shoulder. Higher even, softly dancing over Ibiki’s neck. And up some more, stopping at Ibiki’s cheek. 

“I am very pleased with you,” Hatake-sama whispers. He is next to Ibiki’s ear. He is. So close. 

“You did so well, that deserves more than praise alone.” 

Ibiki widens his eyes as Hatake-sama leans in. He closes his eyes as his lips get covered. He must be stuck in a jutsu. Unconscious. Or, perhaps, death. The Hokage is kissing him. Punishing him? Yes, that is a possibility. But kissing him? Softly. Gently. No, that can not be a realt life event. 

It reminds him of last night. The kiss from last night. In shock opens his eyes and he pulls back. The Hokage moves with him and they end up lying on top of the table. 

“Are you nervous, Morino?” Hatake-sama crawls on top of Ibiki and places his hands on his chest. “You are probably not used to being handled in a gentle manner.” 

Ibiki closes his eyes and mouth, refusing to give the Hokage an answer. One of the reasons being that he doesn’t know how he should react. 

“Is this the first time you’ve been kissed?” 

Ibiki grunts and shakes his head. He was kissed, yesterday, that was the first time. “Last night,” he mutters. He is quick to shut his mouth again, for the body on top of him tenses up quite a bit. 

“Last night?” Hatake-sama asks. He moves back and slides off the table. “What about last night?” His tone is cold. 

Ibiki curses at himself. 

“Morino, last night. Spill it, before I use my other tactics to get information out of you.” 

The idea of lying in Hatake-sama’s lap, again, with a bare bottom, makes Ibiki swallows thickly. And it makes his cock hard. He decides to spill it. After all, it wasn’t because of him.

“ANBU was in my room last night,” he answers. He clears his throat and moves up. “One of them kissed me.” He doesn’t look up, embarrassed somehow. 

“Ah.” The Hokage moves his mask back up, over his nose, with a short nod. “I see.” He coughs, stares at the door and nods again. “You are dismissed, Morino.” 

Ibiki’s stomach drops as he watches the Hokage leave the room. He is disappointed, somehow.