Secrets

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Author’s note: IbikiIruka fiction written with Brucesgirl…who rocks my cyber socks.

Secrets

People scattered from him like fish swim from a sinking rock in water. The moment his presence hit their surface of reality, they ran, too afraid to look him in his dark, forbidding eyes, and too horrified to examine his handsome, scarred face. In a way, he was proud of his infamy there in Konoha, proud that all of his pain had brought the village something, and he never once wondered what he got out of the deal in return.

He visited the KIA stone as much as any of the battle hardened Shinobi, and there were the several times a week he bumped into Kakashi there, staring at the stone with that quiet, sad eye. He revealed much more to Ibiki through that mask than a lot of the unmasked prisoners Ibiki had tortured, and the interrogator figured that’s why he liked Kakashi so damn much.

Today, however, at the KIA stone, there wasn’t Kakashi watching the reflective surface with his sad blue eye. Naruto wasn’t sitting on the stone and tracing the names with his fingertips. Instead, there was the school teacher, giving Ibiki pause. The Jounin searched his mental files and made a noise in the back of his throat as he realized the young man’s reasons for being here.

Iruka’s parents’ names were on that stone.

He cleared his throat to announce his arrival, and he stepped out into the clearing, his eyes hard and strangely compassionate at the same time. It seemed that even some of the most scarred, beaten, and tortured shinobi still had a heart. “Iruka-sensei,” he murmured by way of greeting.

Soon, he too, was standing staring at the stone in silence, once again memorizing the names of the people he’d known, grown up with, and taught. “There. Umino. Your family name,” he pointed. “Is that why you come here?”

The school teacher turned partly, hiding his face from view a moment before glancing toward his new companion. “H…hai,” he answered hesitantly, wondering why he was being addressed.

After all, this was a place of mourning, not a meeting spot. He stopped his harsh thinking rather abruptly, wondering if the scarred jounin just needed some company for a few moments. Iruka sighed, staring up at the overcast evening drearily.

“Who are you here to see?” he asked quietly.

Ibiki’s eyes went sad and dead. “All of them. Some of them are people that no one recognizes. I come here for them. One day, no one will recognize my name either.” He didn’t seem upset about it, nor did he seem angry.

It was blind complacency, caused by the constant removal of his own emotions. He felt nothing. Feared nothing. Even so, he still wanted these people to be remembered whether he felt anything for them or not. He glanced at Iruka. “It’s getting dark, sensei.”

Iruka raised his brow in an amused way. "I think I'll be okay," he replied easily. "I'm a ninja you know."

He stared back at all the names listed. “And it’s not true,” he added after a moment. “You’ll be remembered.”

Ibiki chuckled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, a familiar gesture that all of his fellow shinobi recognized. As he became comfortable with someone, he slowly let a part of his guard down, something he very rarely showed anyone. If his hands weren’t out, he wasn’t worried about being attacked.

“I’ll walk you home,” he invited in his low, rough silk tone. “Even as a ninja, you need an escort on occasion.” Truth be told, he was quite fascinated with the young teacher, never understanding why… he loved that little blond brat so much.

Iruka laughed haughtily, tilting his chin up in the air as he crossed his arms and cocked his hips at an angle. “Am I really so wanted that I need an Interrogations Officer to shadow me while I walk down the streets of a ninja village?”

He smiled, turning to his bear-like companion. “Who would waste time in targeting a school teacher?”

Ibiki didn’t answer, but the words were there…hanging in the air. Mizuki had tried to target him. A friend and fellow teacher. But Ibiki was more worried about a certain perverted sensei whose masked nose was always buried in a smut novel. He liked Kakashi… but that didn’t mean he had to trust him.

“Ah, well… One can never be too sure.” A slow smirk covered his face, transforming his terrifying features into handsome, sculpted features, laugh lines marking the edges of his eyes and the corners of his lips. “Besides, it’s more interesting to view scenery when there’s someone to comment on it to.”

Iruka shot another look up to the darkening sky, slowly turning the back on the heavy black stone. “Alright, if you insist,” he conceded with a nod. “I certainly wouldn’t mind the company. We can get to know each other a bit more.”

He started walking down the well worn path, pausing a moment to wait until Ibiki’s heavy footsteps mirrored his before continuing. “You know the only time I’ve ever talked to you is on official business?” he started. “Well…except for that rather embarrassing time when I was younger…you don’t remember that do you?”

Ibiki smirked. He could have sworn he watched the most enduring flush come over those cheeks, and he would have been lying to himself if he’d tried to say he didn’t like it. Slowly, they turned a corner, and Ibiki bumped into Iruka on ‘accident,’ his large, scarred hand going out to catch the chuunin in mock concern.

“Pardon me,” he murmured with slight humor in his voice. His rough fingers didn’t let go of Iruka’s arm, however, the pads of them brushing down cloth and then caramel skin, a blatant and yet subtle way of coming onto the teacher. He dropped his gaze and looked into Iruka’s chocolate eyes. “Are you alright?”

The brunette stuck out his tongue childishly, running his free hand over the shoulder that had been rammed against the unforgiving wall next to him. He scowled darkly as his cheeks rushed to fill with blood, recognizing the action for what it was. After all, he did teach children. He knew flirting when he saw it.

At least Ibiki hadn’t made him eat mud like some of the other Romeos in his class had tried while wooing their intendeds. He chuckled roughly, glancing up and quirking his plump lips into a crooked grin.

“No,” he lied. “I think I hurt my ankle. Help me walk.”

Ibiki had the full ability to lift the chuunin into his arms and carry him bridal style, but instead, with a slow, spreading seductive smirk, he wrapped a strong, muscle banded arm around his waist. His fingers gripped at Iruka’s hip, pressing into the perfect muscle, caressing him through his pants, digits against the risen bones of his hips.

“Is this enough help, sensei?” Ibiki was fairly amused that this had progressed so quickly without him having to actually push Iruka into it… He neared Iruka’s apartment without directions, silent as to how he knew that Iruka lived here. “Will you need help,” he rumbled in Iruka’s ear, lips brushing against it, “Once I get you in the door?”

The brunette hesitated, sliding his keys out of his pocket as they neared his door. Teasing was fun and all…but Ibiki wasn’t serious about wanting… Iruka shook his head, making his silken ponytail bounce behind him. He didn’t bring men home with him on a regular basis.

He was pious. An upstanding citizen. He had numerous teaching awards. He was a model shinobi and had many kids who looked up to him. He had the Hokage’s favor. He had a vibrator under his bed.

Iruka blushed darkly, hiding his growing grin as he flicked his gaze up to Ibiki’s, hooding his thick lashes invitingly. “Ah, maybe I’ll need a little bit of help,” he replied innocently. “Because my ankle hurts you know.”

The trek through the door was nearly dangerous, but next to the exit, Ibiki gently pushed Iruka to lean against the frame, and he leaned down to remove Iruka’s first sandal, fingertips brushing down his calf as he did so.

His dark eyes focused up into Iruka’s face as his fingertips slid slowly over the teacher’s instep, sliding down the straight bones in his foot. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to push off your sandals.” He finished with Iruka’s other foot, fingers brushing over the skin just as seductively.

“And your vest…” he stood and his broad hands touched the open lapels of the green cloth, his cinnamon breath brushing down over Iruka’s face. “…I’ll bet you can’t balance yourself to take it off…” He pushed it down Iruka’s arms.

The smaller shinobi willed away his rampant blush with little success, stumbling against the wall while he wondered how they'd gotten inside so fast and when Ibiki had closed the door behind them.

He hoped none of his neighbors had seen them; he didn't need the rumors floating around his person. Then again, Ibiki was just scary enough that there'd probably be no whispers within a ten mile radius.

Iruka offered a half grin nervously, shifting forward to bring his arms from the restraining vest, pressing his chest to the officer's thick coat. "Ah, Ibiki-san," he muttered. "You're so helpful."

Ibiki’s dark eyes shimmered with amusement, and slowly, he leaned forward and ran his hands down Iruka’s ribs, his voice rumbling, purring veritably. “Are you sure you didn’t… hurt anything else?” His fingertips traced Iruka’s ribs.

Those same fingertips brushed up over those ribs underneath Iruka’s shirt tracing muscles lightly, calluses scraping against perfect silk, marred by only the occasional small scar. “I can give you a look over and make sure. I’m sorry I was so clumsy.”

His lips were now brushing seductively over the shell of Iruka’s right ear, the air from his breath hot and caressing. “Does anything else bother you, Iruka-sensei?”

The brunette shuddered, instantly hoping Ibiki hadn’t felt how hard his heart had just jumped. He loved the feeling of being dwarfed by men, something he’d never really understood about himself. More often than not, he’d discover that may jounin had figured the little interesting fact about him as well as how complacent it made him while they gave an excuse for late mission reports

Iruka let his thick black lashes flutter shut to rest against his reddened cheeks, giving himself a moment to calm his body. “I didn’t know you had any training as a medic nin,” he replied teasingly, his voice hitching. “Are you sure you’re qualified for this?”

Ibiki’s fingers brushed over hardened little nubs that caught his thumbs as he stroked up Iruka’s chest, and unhurriedly, he smiled, eyes turning feral and seductive. “It’s been a long time since I’ve exercised my medical knowledge, Iruka-sensei.” He abruptly pulled Iruka tight against his body, hands bracing Iruka’s sides.

“Would you mind if I examined your ankle closer,” he asked against Iruka’s lips. “You didn’t bite your tongue when you fell, did you?” His fingertips kneaded against the warm skin, pressing against the supple muscles and curves. “Let me check it,” he rumbled, moving closer. “I think I’m qualified for… minor injuries.”

The chuunin chuckled and twisted his mouth away playfully. "Nothing's wrong with my tongue Ibiki-san," he said coyly, leaning back against the wall. "It's my ankle remember?"

He grinned teasingly and lifted his leg to warp around the larger shinobi's waist, pulling the burly jounin closer. "It's that ankle," Iruka chewed his bottom lip. "You should check it first."

Ibiki’s voice vibrated through both of them as he leaned fully into Iruka, his hips pressing into an obvious arousal that was burning hot between them. His wide, rough palm ran along Iruka’s thigh… slowly to his calf, and then, long, scarred fingers wrapped around his ankle, pulling the leg tighter around him. “Your ankles seem weak, Iruka-sensei, are you getting enough exercise?”

With a low, approving noise in the back of his throat, the interrogator’s dark eyes shimmered with lust as he leaned forward, his lips once again a mere breath’s width from the man in front of him that was pressed against the wall. “Maybe I should do a more thorough examination, Iruka-sensei…”

The school teacher scowled, momentarily distracted. “Hey! I do not have weak ankles!” he argued quickly, turning his face away to stick his plump bottom lip out in an obvious pout. Few knew how truly vain Iruka could be and even a teasing such as that grated harshly on his nerves.

Personally he thought he had very slim, but strong ankles. They were almost dainty, but muscular enough to deliver a well aimed kick to the groin. Iruka snorted rudely. “You should examine me Ibiki-san, but maybe not now…I might be feeling a headache coming on you know…”

Ibiki didn’t let the other finish whatever his thought was because he honestly didn’t think there was anything wrong with Iruka’s ankle, save for the fact that it was still clothed. He closed the small distance between their lips, swallowing up the complaints and allowing his tongue to abruptly slide across Iruka’s. That would shut him up for a minute.

Slowly, Ibiki ground forward, and then, he leaned into the kiss, deepening it before pulling away and neatly grabbing one of Iruka’s wrists and pinning next to his head with a large, hot palm. “Now then, little dolphin, let’s cut to the chase. Since we started this little game, what do you say to finishing it?”

Iruka blinked his doe brown eyes, hooded with sudden lust. He lowered his thick lashes to half mast and chewed on his bottom lip, gazing at Ibiki with sultry abandon. “Hai, hai,” he nearly purred. “Gomen nasai Ibiki-san, I’ve been so rude after you helped me.”

The brunette’s free hand twisted into his chocolate locks and pulled his hair tie out before falling down his chest. He trailed his fingers slowly on a path from his torso, sliding it down to his side and thigh, slowly gripping Ibiki’s hip. “Ne, Ibiki-sama,” he grinned teasingly. “I want to reward you with something good alright?”

Oh, but nothing was ever that easy with Umino Iruka. In fact, it was probably a sin to mention that word and Iruka in the same sentence. With a low, purring growl, he pinned the other wrist next to Iruka’s head and pressed his hips so firmly forward that it would have taken an act of God for Iruka to push him off.

“Why… do I not trust you?” Ibiki’s eyes went suspicious and cautious. It was his nature to see through the stupid, idiotic attempts of his prisoners to escape from him, and from the beginning, no matter how aroused Iruka had been, Ibiki had known full well that the Chuunin was planning on escaping. “Didn’t think… I’d let you go that easily, did you?”

Iruka scowled, no longer leaning his body teasingly against Ibiki’s thick form. He turned his head way again, glaring at the interrogations officer through his heavy lashes. If his cock wasn’t so hard right now, he’d kick the burly man out of his damned apartment.

As it was, he had an urge for a mind blowing orgasm or four and he knew the little vibrating toy in his bedroom just wouldn’t cut it tonight. The school teacher arched his spine neatly, tilting back to bare his throat as he started roving his trapped hips. Well. There were always other ways to win.

“Meh, Ibiki-sama…you’re so mean aren’t you?” he moaned generously. “Don’t you want me? I can do anything you want Ibiki-sama…I’m very…flexible.”

Ibiki’s smile, at this point, was about as feral and dangerous as it ever got… That kind of smile that sent the elite jounin to their corners, sucking their thumbs, and whimpering for their mothers like little orphaned, beaten street rats.

Ibiki’s eyes darkened with lust, and gripping the chuunin’s wrists viciously, he ground back, probably hard enough for Iruka to lift his body off the floor with the movement.

“I’m better at this game than you,” Ibiki murmured, “If you’re too ill behaved, I will have to examine you, and we’ll start with a cavity exam.”

His mouth dropped close to Iruka’s ear, and his deep, rough voice rumbled quietly, “I’ll start by sliding two fingers right into that tight little hole of yours, and then, you’ll be whimpering too much to even care about teasing me with that body of yours.”

Iruka openly scoffed, always one tempted by dangerous situation and sucked on his lower lip with a heavy moan. "You can finger fuck me all you want Ibiki-sama," he purred neatly. "But I'll win."

The chuunin gasped and tossed his head back with a whimper as his toes left the floor for a few seconds. He could feel Ibiki's hardened cock thrusting between his thighs and he shuddered.

Slowly Iruka settled his hooded gaze on the large shinobi and he summoned up the effort it took to quick his mouth into a smirk.

“I’m going to get what I want…because I want your cock,” he lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “As much as you want me to beg, you want to fuck me as hard as you can ne?”

Ibiki smirked.

And he stepped back, dropping the chuunin onto the floor unceremoniously. “Acting like a whore won’t get you anywhere with me, Iruka-sensei.”

He straightened his jacket and adjusted his pants so they were more comfortable over his erection, and he smiled down at Iruka tauntingly “If you want to act like a whore, go use that little toy in your room.”

Oh yes. He knew about the toy, and those delicious little noises that Iruka made when he was coming.

With a low, dangerous voice, Ibiki warned Iruka again, his dark eyes shimmering. “I play better than you,” he murmured. “I don’t sleep with whores.”

Iruka gaped uselessly, staring up at the arrogant jounin from his slackened position on the floor. What the...how...why...URGH! He leapt to his feet, screaming his anger in the back of his throat and fisting his hands.

"You..! You...!" Damn it! He couldn't even think of a word to describe the stupid interrogation's officer!

Iruka actually stomped his foot in anger like a petulant child not getting their way. How dare the smug bastard call him a whore! How dare the fucking prick not fall to his every demand. The school teacher always got what he wanted damn it! This would be no exception.

He snarled and shucked his shirt off, tossing his vest away in the process. “I might as well!” Iruka snapped, his voice falling lowly as he sneered. “It would be a better lay than you!”

Ah, this was more like it. Ibiki watched the teacher with an approving gaze, and then, with a low chuckle, he grabbed Iruka by his wrist and yanked him forward, veritably throwing him into his room onto his bed.

“Well then, since you’re so desperate for something up that pretty ass of yours, I guess you’d better get to work.”

For a man who’d never been to Iruka’s apartment, Ibiki knew exactly where the lube was beneath the bed and where Iruka kept the toy in his bedside table. He tossed them onto the bed with Iruka, and sat down in a chair in the corner of the room, he propped his feet up on a chest of drawers and smirked.

Ibiki was aroused… He wanted to bury himself inside Iruka, but not yet. He wanted it to be real. When Iruka begged for it, he wanted the Chuunin to feel it in the depths of his lust. “Let’s see how good of a lay that little piece of plastic is compared to what I can give you.”

“You son of a whore!” Iruka cried out indignantly, panting his breath out in quick bursts as his anger flared. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

He grabbed something—a pillow, and hurled it at the jounin even though he knew it was useless. A moment later and he was nearly throwing a fit as he punched the bed, wishing he were a good enough ninja to beat the hell out of Ibiki and kick him out.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” he yelled again, half hoping that someone would hear him and come to investigate.

Iruka was almost shocked to find that he was not only still incredibly hard, but was near bursting from the strong pulses shooting up and down his cock. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle his moan, glaring at the large nin with as much venom as he could muster.

Ibiki smiled. “Unless you’re incredibly talented, which, by the way, remains to be seen, you’re not going to come just glaring at me. Go on, then. If that toy is such a damn good lay, get to work.”

His dark eyes skittered over the half naked form of the chuunin, mentally wincing at scars that were caused by Mizuki.

“It’s alright,” he purred, “If you want it, just do it. Don’t even consider me here. In fact, why don’t you close your eyes?”

Ibiki’s smirk was probably infuriating, but he couldn’t help but jab at the chuunin just a little more. “Oh, I’m sorry, Iruka-sensei,” he pulled out his wallet. “Do I have to pay for a show?”

“You prick!” Iruka screamed, digging his nails into the bed sheets. “You have no right to talk to me like that!”

He punched the mattress to accentuate his point. Then he punched it once more just in case Ibiki missed how infuriated he was. No one…no one had ever treated him like this! Other jounin had always flirted and tried to lure him with quick caresses and soft words. But…none of them had made it to his bedroom like this.

The school teacher’s chest was rising and falling quickly as he huffed out his fury. “You…y-you bastard!!!”

“I know who my parents were, thank you,” Ibiki rumbled. “I wonder how yours would react to you acting like a cat in heat.” Ibiki leaned back in his chair, counted out a few bills, the standard price of a night in the geisha house next to the onsen, and he threw it at Iruka.

“If you act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” Oh, he wanted to see Iruka infuriated. Dangerously angry. He wanted to see what the chuunin truly was to shine out because after all, it was his job to see the truth in people.

Ibiki stretched out even further after pocketing his wallet, and he smiled grimly at Iruka. “You know, it’s rude to make a client wait. Especially one who’s paid good money for you.”

Iruka shrieked and launched himself at the stupid jounin, using a burst of chakra to propel himself at the lazed man. He knew it would only give him a few seconds of a head start, but it was all he needed. He couldn't think straight enough to use a jutsu and his fingers would have tripped over themselves in his rage anyway.

The brunette just wanted to beat the hell out of the cocky jounin and instantly pummeled Ibiki’s head with both fists, wrapping his legs around the larger man’s thick waist. He twisted his body and flipped them both to the floor as he dug his nails into the scarred flesh of Ibiki’s neck.

“I’ll show you what this whore can do!” he promised, yelling loudly.

Ibiki looked up, calmly, and he let the chuunin dig his fingers into skin that no longer felt pain, and the man had compassion. So this is why Kakashi constantly followed Iruka around. Those eyes were so full of life that he couldn’t help himself…

“Shut up,” he murmured. “Be quiet.”

With a light tilt of his hips and some minor force, Iruka was trapped beneath him, his hands now pinned next to his head, Ibiki’s considerable weight holding him down. The interrogator gave a smile, the infuriatingly confident one, and he leaned down and kissed Iruka.

He fully expected Iruka to bite the hell out of him, but right now, it really didn’t matter. His tongue was buried in Iruka’s mouth, teasing, tempting, so frighteningly gentle. In truth, behind his scars, Ibiki had seen enough violence not to want it in his bed.

“I like it better… when you’re not lying,” he murmured.

Iruka slowly opened his glazed over eyes, his lips tingling with the fresh flood of blood darkening them to a rosy hue. He swallowed thickly and offered a soft moan as speech. He…he’d never been kissed like that before…

The smaller nin blushed a flattering shade of pink and glanced away from the intense gaze he received, his anger gone in a rush that left his body trembling. He curled his fingers tightly against his palm to make a fist, but didn’t try to get away.

“Don’t call me whore,” he said quietly, making it sound like a plea. “Not ever…”

Mizuki had called him a whore. He hated it… Iruka stiffened and clenched his jaw. Ibiki had probably interrogated Mizuki…he probably knew every dirty little thing they’d done together…even the times when Iruka had said no and fought back.

“You don’t have to act for me,” the larger ninja whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you.” It was unspoken who he was referring to, and Iruka most likely knew it.

Ibiki’s hips didn’t grind down viciously, nor did his hands tighten around Iruka’s wrists. Instead, he stood and pulled Iruka up into his arms, taking the two precious steps and pressing the smaller man into the bed.

Ibiki’s hands smoothed over Iruka’s skin, dark eyes intent on what he was doing, fingers lightly brushing over the darkened nubs of the teacher’s nipples, pinching lightly, tugging before releasing them and stroking along the other’s collarbone.

“Do you want this?” he asked firmly. “Do you want me?”

Iruka’s arms moved to cover his sensitive chest protectively, irritated that Ibiki made it so hard to think when he was this close. But then again, he didn’t think he’d ever felt so safe before either and it was weird. Someone shouldn’t feel safe around the most notorious torture expert in all the country.

He shifted, spreading his thighs slightly as he eased back toward the head of the bed, pausing after a few silent moments.

Slowly he trailed his doe-eyed gaze up the jounin’s form, taking in the thick clothing and the large stature and the long scars…

“H-hai…” Iruka said softly, the blush growing darkly across his face. “I want you.”

Ibiki pulled off his jacket, but that’s all he did. He threw the heavy coat to the floor and reached forward for Iruka’s pants, hands deftly pulling at the button and fingers sliding up his torso from there.

“Then, that is the end of our game, then.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to Iruka’s belly button, and his tongue dipped lightly into it, tracing the muscles that made dips in the flat plane of his stomach.

His hands pushed Iruka’s pants down, boxers and all to his ankles and then pulled them off, leaving the chuunin completely naked in comparison to Ibiki’s fully clothed body. The rough hands that had killed hundreds, hurt thousands, and had been scarred by mere few slowly stroked up Iruka’s inner thigh, the palm hot against the caramel skin.

“I can make you come,” he purred, “Whisper my name when you do. Scream it. So you know who’s touching you.”

Iruka stared with wide eyes, trying to control the tremors in his body as he watched Ibiki touch him. He could only nod stiffly, forcing his body to relax into the gentle caresses. He stiffened when a heavy hand fell too close to his flagging erection, glancing away in shame before he brought his gaze back.

“Ibiki…” the chuunin sighed, closing his eyes as he let his tensed muscles relax.

He didn’t have to ask not to be hurt, it was a given and Iruka felt strangely free because he didn’t have to hide the most humiliating things from Ibiki. Most likely the burly man already knew them, heard them first hand from Mizuki’s mouth.

“Why?” Iruka asked quietly, fretting over the answer. “Why me?”

“It’s not about him, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Ibiki answered, fingers dancing up the half hearted erection that he’d revealed to the air. “It was long before that. You were the first one in the mission room… not to be afraid when I handed in my papers.”

Ibiki’s lips brushed over Iruka’s shoulder, and his eyes burned with lust. There was compassion as well in the depths, after all, violence, blood, and pain marked his mind with its gory brilliance, but in his heart, he was still the same as he’d been as a child.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ibiki murmured, “I can… And leave you alone. I just wanted to see the truth from you. Just once.”

Iruka stared up at the ceiling before his glance flicked over to study Ibiki's face, eyes lingering over every dip and scar and burn. His gaze softened and he leaned up, cupping the jounin’s face gently in both hands and bringing their mouths to slant over each other.

He kept the kiss light, lips barely brushing as his thick lashes fluttered against the tops of his gently rounded cheeks. Iruka flicked his tongue out smoothly, tracing the corners of Ibiki’s mouth and darting across a ridged scar that cut across his path.

When he fell back, he smiled lightly, bringing a hand up to feather over his plump lips. “Undress,” he said smoothly. “I want to see you.”

Ibiki looked away from Iruka. That was something he didn’t want to do, but how could he deny him? He had the other naked, aroused, and completely at his mercy while he still held his comfort blanket around him. What a fool he was!

He stood slowly, and pulling the hitae-ate from his head, he avoided looking into Iruka’s eyes. He didn’t want to see the pity that came from looking on those horrifically ugly scars. He further didn’t dare look up as he pulled his shirt from his body, revealing a horrific map of scars across his upper body.

His back didn’t have a smooth patch of skin on it, it had been beaten so, and his chest was marred and disfigured with raises and bumps where chunks of flesh had been torn away. One nipple was missing and replaced by a hideous, deep scar, and Ibiki covered it with his hand, ashamed to show his own shortcomings.

The pants went next, and while he was powerfully aroused, there were even scars there as well. They curved around his shaft, marred the dark skin of the head, and even his sac was scarred as well. Ibiki then chose to glance up into Iruka’s eyes, sure the chuunin would be appalled at what he saw.

Ibiki said nothing. It was times like this that he really had nothing to say.

Iruka’s cheeks were flushed a deep red as he enjoyed his little strip show. Yes, his eyes hesitated over the many scars and he instantly couldn’t help but wonder how Ibiki had gotten each and every one of them, but he didn’t pity the man.

Actually he was somewhat envious. Not because of the obvious torture the man had been through, but because the jounin had proof tattooed all over his body of how much he loved his village and how much he’d endured to protect it.

Iruka didn’t get sent on many missions outside the gates of Konoha, and so he rarely had the opportunity to prove himself. It didn’t bother him so much but…his heart thumped faster as he brought his hand to his mouth to hide his foolish grin. Ibiki must be so strong and brave…Iruka didn’t think he’d ever been more turned on.

And…no….

The brunette cocked his head. Was Ibiki blushing?

Iruka sat up in the bed, blinking widely. There was absolutely no way Ibiki was ashamed was there?

His cheeks heated again. Aside from the deep scar between his shoulder blades and the scattered few across his arms and legs, the school teacher’s body was relatively bare of any battle wounds. Well…and the one across his face. But that had been an accident as a child and didn’t really count.

Iruka smiled prettily, chewing on his lower lip and giving a cute wiggle of his hips. Slowly he reached down, collecting one of the bills Ibiki had tossed at him before and waved it.

“Now dance,” he teased.

Ibiki snorted. “I can’t dance.” He did, however, lower his hands from his body to show Iruka everything in its entirety. Slowly, he moved forward and covered Iruka on the bed, his hot body nearly burning through his own skin at the lust. He nudged the other man’s legs apart enough for him to rest the cradle of his hips there, and their arousals met.

Ibiki had always been a patient, calculating man. That was what made him an excellent interrogator.

But looking down at Iruka, those chocolate eyes burning for him…. For Ibiki. The bigger man lost any semblance of self control and crashed his lips down over Iruka’s, initiating a demanding, nearly damaging kiss.

He wanted Iruka so badly that it hurt. And denied passion was the worst kind of torture.

The brunette made a small sound in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like a pleading mewl, but it was found and swallowed by Ibiki before it could grow. The kiss was hard and turned brutal as both shinobi fought for dominance, each wanting to control the situation and both willing to cause displeasure to do it.

Iruka snapped his teeth down, sinking his pearly white incisors into Ibiki’s tongue and bottom lip. When the other gasped, he shoved his own wiggling muscle down the interrogator’s throat, doing his very best to taste the last thing the man ate.

He moaned darkly, arms wrapping around the broad shoulders hunkering down over him while digging his nails sharply into the scarred skin. The school teacher wondered just how much Ibiki could feel over his thickly pulled skin as his fingers danced over the dips and ridges and missing bits.

The only thing that had changed in Ibiki’s body about his scars was that no matter how thick the skin seemed to be, they were sensitive to touch, and as Iruka’s fingers played over them, he growled in pleasure. The bite to his lip had made him bleed ever so slightly, and the taste made him reel for just a moment.

He looked down into Iruka’s eyes, and he wanted to verbalize how thankful he was that Iruka still wanted him even after he’d seen all the disfigurements, but Ibiki wasn’t one to mince words or cheapen a moment. So instead, he just offered a kiss, soulful, deep, slow kiss that mixed their saliva and Ibiki’s blood in a slow, soul jarring tempo.

His big hands brushed over the cover of the bedspread, and finding the tiny bottle of lube, and he lifted it into Iruka’s view, his confident, arrogant smile coming back. “Did I tell you… you make the best sounds when you’re just about to come with that toy up your tight ass…hmmm?”

Iruka blinked, quickly brought out of the heavy daze Ibiki’s mouth had put him in. It took a moment for the words to think in before his dark blush tripled in force and an embarrassed shriek escaped him. He fisted his hands and bopped Ibiki on the top of the head.

“Baka!” he snapped angrily. “You can’t just say something like that!”

The chuunin shifted, trying to buck the heavy shinobi off of him and bat away the bottle. He squirmed fruitlessly, snorting his laughter.

Ibiki chuckled, and pinning the other man, he coated two fingers and his palm of his left hand with the slippery substance, resting to the side of Iruka. “Relax,” he murmured. “This is where the fun begins.”

That warm palm grasped a hold of Iruka’s cock, and with a sure motion, Ibiki stroked slowly, his eyes hungrily following down the body of the teacher he was touching.

“I’m going to put my cock inside of you, Iruka…” he growled deeply, his hand firming itself on Iruka’s sex. “And I’m going to make you scream my name, and then, everything…everything that’s ever happened in the past will be nothing to you.”

Oh, Mizuki had told him everything alright. Right down to the last, disgustingly gory detail on how he’d used Iruka, and Ibiki wanted nothing more than to wash the bastard out of his precious teacher.

“No one can touch you,” Ibiki growled against Iruka’s chest as his tongue roved over a nipple, “No one.”

The smaller nin writhed, arching his spine neatly to present himself for more attention. His pebbled nubs were extremely sensitive and the interrogation’s officer seemed to know that. He shifted his hips, crying out as he exposed his throat.

Doe brown eyes clenched his eyes shut tightly as his cock was worked and stroked. He gasped, parting his thighs wide. Slowly a hand fell down to clasp around Ibiki’s wrist while the man jerked him. The free one caressed the bald head hovering over his chest.

“Ah, ah…!” he whimpered.

It was hard to think when his groin started to tighten, making his stomach clench as he tried to curl in on himself. But Ibiki’s words started to make sense…

“You…y-you were watching me…” he panted out. “You watched me!”

“I did.” Ibiki answered without wavering. “I protected you when no one else was here. I watched you all the time with the children, in the mission room, when you eat Ramen with that Uzumaki kid. When you make yourself come with Gai’s name on your lips… Yes, I know about that too…”

His teeth worried the nub slightly before pulling back and quickening his strokes. God, he wanted Iruka’s voice to cry his name. “Don’t you want me to make you feel that good, Iruka? Hmm?” His lips pressed against Iruka’s ear as the stroking stopped, one finger rubbing against that tight, quivering ring of muscle that marked the entrance to his body.

Just as the finger pressed into Iruka’s tight hole, Ibiki began to talk, his voice a half-growl, half-whisper, seductive and rumbling. “I’m going to put my cock in here, and the fact that you jacked off to someone else won’t even matter. Because you’ll be screaming my name when you come.”

Iruka’s grip around Ibiki’s wrist tightened as he was pierced fluidly. He arched away from the contact, shying his face from view as his body heated and flushed with renewed arousal. Ibiki…Ibiki, the legendary Interrogations Officer, arguably the most feared man in Konoha had…had spied on him…

Watched him masturbate….

Watched him sleep….

Watched him teach….

The brunette cried out, forcing his thick lashes to rise to reveal his hooded gaze as he stared at the jounin above him. Ibiki’s finger started moving back and forth and he squeezed around it, anxious to feel everything the officer had to give.

“W-why?” he panted briskly.

Ibiki didn’t want to tell Iruka about why he’d done the things that he had. He didn’t want to admit to Iruka that the reason he had watched him was to know more about Mizuki. Despite the silver haired ninja’s twisted mind, he had, without remorse, loved Iruka with everything that he was.

“Because, you always learn about people by understanding why they love someone,” he answered softly in Iruka’s ear. “And now that I understand, I can’t look away.”

Ibiki’s finger was joined by a second, careful digit that pierced past the ring of muscle easily. It was obvious that Iruka’s body wasn’t inexperienced. The muscles were relaxing around his digits beautifully, quivering and nearly pulling them into the strangling, wet heat.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured in wonder. “You want my cock… don’t you?”

Iruka parted his lips as he panted out husky, thick breaths. His mind was fogging up again and he didn’t try to stop it this time. He brought his knees up, digging his heels into the bedding and using the leverage to lift himself up and down the thick digits inside of him.

“Ah, h-hai,” he muttered, gazing at the jounin. “I want you inside.”

The school teacher brought his hand down, tracing Ibiki’s thin lips and drawing his pink tongue over his own as he groaned wantonly. “You want to be in me just as bad,” he purred. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

He paused for a moment, arching and reaching under him with a grunt, “Itai…oh…”

The vibrator that had lay forgotten on the bed had managed to roll underneath his wriggling body to jut into the small of his back. Iruka smirked slowly, sliding his doe eye gaze back to the jounin. “I should make you use this on yourself,” he threatened. “To get you back for peeping on me, hentai.”

Ibiki’s eyes turned mischievous as he leaned down, his free, warm hand reaching under Iruka to grasp the little toy. He pulled it out and held it up for inspection, and then lewdly, Ibiki’s tongue pressed to it, and he began to wet it with slow passes, saliva making the plastic shimmer in the light.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of Iruka and shoved the toy in, immediately twisted to full blast. “Hentai? Me? No… Not me.” His voice was anything but innocent as he moved the vibrator in and out of Iruka’s body, his mouth making trails down Iruka’s cut, beautiful belly that was nearly devoid of scars.

When he reached Iruka’s erection, he blew on it slowly, making it quiver with the cool air hitting the streams of pre-come were slathered over the head and Iruka’s abdomen. “Do you want to touch yourself,” he asked softly as he rose, lips caressing Iruka’s ear, “In front of me while I’m fucking you?”

“I know you want me… here…” He stabbed the toy in at a certain angle, aiming for the bundle of nerves that would send Iruka arching off the bed. “I know you want something bigger in your greedy ass than this fucking toy.”

Iruka’s spine stretched as his hips jolted high into the air. At first he fought to pull away, pushing at Ibiki’s chest as he was caught by surprise and made to endure the constant pressure against his prostate.

The brunette’s small entrance was straining as he clenched, suddenly doing his best keep the toy buried inside of him as far as it would go. His hips writhed on their own accord as he arched, baring his throat without hesitation as he nearly screamed out his pleasure to anyone that had a mind to listen.

A few shinobi living in the apartments surrounding him were rudely jolted from their sleep and left blushing as the wailing cries continued.

Iruka tossed his body, soft light from the sky outside filtering on his frame through the window and making it shine. Heedless of what Ibiki had said, he reacted to what his groin needed and reached down to roughly fist his blushing cock, fucking both his hand and the toy deep inside him.

The vibrations shot up his spine and fluttered rapidly against his most sensitive spot, nearly making his eyes start to water at the intense sensation. “Ibiki, Ibiki!” he yelled shamelessly, honestly unable to think at the moment as his cock pulsed with arousal.

Oh god. These sounds were so much better than just watching. In all the time that he’d spied on him, Iruka hadn’t ever invited any other men into his apartment… always he’d come by himself and that damn toy that Ibiki had so desperately wanted to take the place of. But even those cries and whimpers didn’t compare to these… When Iruka was crying out for him.

“Needy, aren’t you?” Ibiki purred, “Not so fast now… Wait for me.” His long fingers stopped Iruka’s fist gently, wrapping around his wrist and pulling the digits towards his mouth to lick away the salty pre come apologetically. The toy stroked over the bundle of nerves one more time before it was pulled away, and Ibiki was slathering his thick cock with the lube.

He loomed over Iruka, his eyes blazing as he pressed the head of his arousal against Iruka’s entrance. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. Without explaining his apology, he slammed his cock into Iruka’s body in one, strong thrust. He paused and growled in strain as the muscles contracted around him and fluttered against his flesh.

He glanced down, and with satisfaction, Iruka wasn’t bleeding or torn, and that made Ibiki relax fully, convinced that the chuunin would be able to take anything the man gave him. Hooking Iruka’s right leg over his shoulder, he surged forward, eyes blazing with lust as he began to move.

“Doesn’t this feel better?” he demanded, “My cock inside of you to come over instead of that toy and your hand? Tell me, Iruka-sensei, do you want more of it?”

Iruka was already sporting a debauched well-fucked look and they hadn’t even really started yet.

His sweaty locks were fanned out over the mattress beneath him, some thick strands covering his face and delving passed his lips as he panted heavily with raw need. For the life of him, he couldn’t manage to open his eyes fully, his thick black lashes seeming far too weighted to lift properly.

The chuunin arched up in response to the large girth breaching him intimately, a weak cry escaping him while they moved. It hurt; he remembered that it had always hurt. But this… It was too much. Ibiki’s hefty cock stretched his small entrance fully, taking up all space inside of him and pushing him to give up more.

Iruka’s pants hitched and stuttered as the jounin thrust into him hard enough to make breathing difficult. He could feel the pulsing organ inside him all the way up his spine, pressing against his silken inner walls. He cried out again and felt tears run from the corners of his eyes as he slowly managed to prop himself up on his elbows.

His body felt strained and far too heavy, but he moved anyway, wanting—needing to watch himself being pierced through.

“I-Ibiki,” he whined lowly. “You’re fucking me… You’re fucking me!”

Ibiki only nodded jerkily as he moved, his hips flexing and thrusting forward, his deep voice only whispering out in groans as Iruka’s muscles pulled him in again and again. “Hell yes, I’m fucking you,” he strained.

“I’m fucking you hard and deep, Iruka… You like it? You want more?” He leaned forward, effectively pinning Iruka’s knee to his shoulder and he plowed in brutally, eyes burning in pleasure.

Ibiki could have probably found someone with more experience than Iruka, but the fact was, as long as those choking, desperate, crying moans were tinted with his name, not even Kakashi himself would be any better than the caramel skinned god beneath him. Ibiki surged forward, again and again, slamming himself deep every time, his deep voice whispering nothings into the air to soothe the seemingly shocked nin.

As soon as he was able to pull away for a moment, he leaned back, still buried in Iruka to the hilt, letting the chuunin breathe before he hooked the other knee over his shoulder, and keeping his back straight, he sent himself deep inside of Iruka’s body again, his muscles shifting beneath the scars with the new position.

“Touch yourself,” he murmured. “Now you have room to do it.” He slammed forward into Iruka, a grunt issuing from the back of his throat. “Do it. Come so I can lick it off of your fingers.”

The brunette threw his head back and collapsed as his elbows gave out. He clenched his eyes shut, wishing he could do the same to his ears so he could block out Ibiki’s words. As much as he tried to ignore the jounin’s rolling voice, he quickly found that it was too late and his efforts were futile.

He knew now that even while teaching, while working in the mission’s office, while cleaning…he’d have the deep baritone words in his head, making him hard and needy. “Ibiki!” Iruka choked out, thrashing his body.

His fingers dug into the bedding beneath him as he tried to escape from this mindless and lusting thing Ibiki had effortlessly turned him into. But he wanted to come…he needed to come so badly, he had just been waiting for permission.

Iruka forced his eyes to open a crack, gasping thickly as he watched the interrogation’s officer fuck him. His gaze fell over the roving muscles, each one flexing and relaxing as they were needed.

His hand slipped down his slender frame, trailing through rough and dark curls surround the base of his pulsing cock. “I-Ibiki…” he stuttered uselessly, yelping as another thrust jolted him over the mattress.

Iruka cried out and arched again, his spine bending up fluidly as both hands went back to clawing at the sheets. Come…he wanted to come…he needed to come, Ibiki had told him…! And he was still talking in those deep words, saying dirty things now that Iruka couldn’t understand because he was so focused on the slaps of their hips echoing in the room.

With a ragged shriek, the chuunin tensed, sobbing as he realized he was going to come without even touching himself. His breath hitched again as his lungs forgot how to function and his heart skipped a few necessary beats. Doe brown eyes glazed over and opened serenely as their owned stared at Ibiki’s sweating form, memorizing it.

Iruka’s cock pulsed and a spasm shot up through his shaft and balls and inner thighs as his toes curled. He didn’t realize he was screaming until the heavy orgasm had passed, leaving him trembling. His seed shot out to wet his stomach as he fell back down, dizzy and uncoordinated in the aftershocks that made him gasp and pant for air.

Ibiki’s fingers dipped down into the slippery pool of white spend that was flicked across Iruka’s stomach and chest, but he didn’t stop his thrusts. He wasn’t done yet. He licked the salty, sweet release of the other off of his fingers as he thrust forward, harder and harder until the thrusts were jarring Iruka’s body viciously. “I’m going to fill you up,” he warned. “I’m going to fill your pretty ass with my come, and you’re going to love it.”

Ibiki’s movements became uncalculated, and the man who had been so careful to measure himself against Iruka’s body lost control, fingers wrapping around Iruka’s thighs, tightening against the firm muscle bruisingly. His voice rolled through the air again, softer, deeper, almost as tender as a feather falling from the sky. “Come for me again, Iruka. One more time.”

His wide, warm palm brushed through the puddle on Iruka’s stomach, and with the tempo of his erratic thrusts, he stroked Iruka’s still hard cock, coaxing him into another, dry orgasm. “Come… Iruka!”

His voice sharpened on Iruka’s name as he felt his own release slam into him, and he arched his back, pushing himself into the tight, quivering heat to the hilt, hand tightening ever so slightly on Iruka’s erection, belying the man’s iron control over his body. His release washed the inside of Iruka’s body, filling him and spilling out as Ibiki made one more thrust and then shouted out Iruka’s name.

“Nnngh… Fuck, Iruka!”

He didn’t collapse on top of Iruka. Instead, he braced himself on his hands and slowly let Iruka’s feet down, his breath panting across the chuunin’s forehead. He was in shock. His entire body tingled with the post orgasmic bliss that he hadn’t even believed existed until now, and he offered an apologetic kiss to Iruka’s forehead.

“Did I hurt you?”

If Ibiki was in a state of shock, then Iruka was most certainly comatose. His lashes fell heavily against his softly rounded cheeks, quivering occasionally as they tried to lift themselves. Finally the chuunin moaned softly, his voice catching on the utterance from being overworked. His entire body was numb, but he knew Ibiki was still seated inside him, stretching him, filling him…

Iruka’s lashes fluttered once more before he let go and drifted.

When he woke up, he hadn’t known he’d fallen asleep, it took a few moments for his brain to click on. Ibiki was still hovering over him, now stroking his cheek with his thickly scarred finders and whispering nonsense.

The school teacher blinked, slowly lifting his hands so he could touch the jounin in turn. “Ib’ki,” he sighed haltingly, his voice hoarse from his cries and barely audible. “Good.”

Which of course in Iruka’s mind translated to: ‘Please don’t leave me, that was incredible and you’re a god at sex and I’ve never come so hard in my life.’

Another grunt was issued from his sore throat, but not even he could decipher what it meant. Iruka lazily caressed Ibiki’s shoulders, soon weakly pulling at the jounin until the hefty weight was settled over his smaller form.

The brunette moaned and closed his eyes, cradling Ibiki’s body with his own and loving the feel of the larger shinobi lying on him. “Ib’ki,” he said less than coherently. His nerves were still confused and were sending jolts of pleasure through his deflated cock at odd intervals, each one making his hips jerk feebly.

Ibiki chuckled deeply, his body settling carefully so as not to completely crush the young teacher. His eyes closed, and he let his warmth mingle with Iruka’s, relaxing his muscles and putting him in a state of euphoria.

“Get used to whispering and screaming my name, Iruka,” he murmured protectively, arms wrapping around the man and turning them so that he was able to lay them on their sides facing each other.

His fingers brushed over Iruka’s hair, gently tucking it behind his ear to keep it out of his face. “Just get used to it.” He wouldn’t tell Iruka that secretly, he was happy he’d washed Mizuki out of his mind. He wouldn’t tell Iruka that he was quite taken with the little chuunin.

That was best left for another night.

OWARI