A Very Good Day

WARNING: This will READ differently because it's an RP that I wrote with Athame.
Title: A Really Good Day
Authors: Athame (Ibiki) and Kiterie (Iruka)
Pairing: Ibiki x Iruka
Genre: Humor, smut
Summary: When two bad days collide, can something good come from the storm?
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto, plot and such are ours however


Iruka scowled at the men standing over in the corner of the room. He knew they had reports to hand in. He knew they'd be wrong and that he'd have to fix them. But, the worst part was that they were standing there chatting and ignoring him and not turning them in just to piss him off.

Just because he'd been in a slightly bad mood and yelled at pretty much everyone did not give them the right to delay his getting stuff done. Because, then they could leave and... and... He didn't know why it mattered if they turned it in now or later, or when he wasn't even on shift anymore, but it did.

They'd ignored him when he'd politely, in a very loud tone, asked them to give him their badly written pieces of shit reports. When he'd started to walk over, they left... and then came back with coffee. So, he sat at the desk and tried to grade papers while glaring at them and wishing doom and damnation on them.

Ibiki was oblivous to any of this as he entered the mission room with the sole purpose of handing in his report about the man he'd just gotten absolutely no information out of. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, not after having to put up with Tonbo for hours on end. The other nin was too talkative for his liking, and hearing him go on about Inoichi almost constantly, ever since he'd started working with the blond, was another thing that just grated on Ibiki's nerves. He didn't need told how skilled Inoichi was. Why else would he have the blond working with them unless he already knew.

Ignoring the loitering nin standing in the corner, he strode up to the desk, not noticing the fire that was burning in the scarred chunin's eyes as he more or less threw his report at the man.

"Give," Iruka growled, holding out his hand and glaring at the head of T&I like he was some pre-genin who had refused to hand over something he wasn't supposed to have.

"Just take the damn thing," he growled back, not wanting to deal with a PMSing chunin, as he liked to think of it. He crossed his arms, waiting on the smaller man to make sure it was up to his satisfaction so he could get the hell out of there.

Iruka snatched the paper and glanced it over, growling when he couldn't find a mistake. "Hn..." It wasn't exactly a laugh, though there was a definite note of amusement as he stamped it and set it aside. He was surprised how much better it made him feel that the interrogator couldn't get a damn thing out of the man.

Ibiki narrowed his eyes at the small sound, giving Iruka a look that warned him to watch himself
or else he'd be on the large man's bad side; which wasn't the place to be today, or any other time. In the mood to work out some of his pent up irritation, he couldn't help but antagonize the other man. "Did you say something, Umino?" He quirked his brow as he leaned over the desk in an intimidating manner.

Rolling his eyes, torn between looking irritated and still slightly amused, Iruka leaned back and crossed his arms in an obvious 'you don't scare me' gesture. "If I did?"

"I'd suggest you keep it to yourself." He didn't care if Iruka was scared or not. He didn't thrive on scaring people, and it didn't change what he was capable of. "I don't need the opinions of chunin who are PMSing over who knows what." It was a good analogy, in his opinion, as Iruka was very feminine to look at, and as fussy as a woman, too.

Iruka scowled and ignored the remark about PMS; it was pathetic, unoriginal, and not even worth his time. "And, I don't need the opinion of know-it-all assholes who can't even get a 'chunin' he's supposed to be interrogating to say a damn thing. So, so much for 'chunin' since you don't seem to be any better."

Acutely aware of the silence behind him, Ibiki placed his large hands on the surface of the desk and leaned over Iruka with a snarl. "Chunin are rather interchangeable. Would you like to take his place. I'm sure I would have fun interrogating you, Umino. I can't say that you would have any, though."

Iruka shoved himself away from the table and stood to glare across it. "You couldn't get a pre-genin to tell you their favorite color. What makes you think you're so much better than a chunin who busts ass all day doing the dirty work jounin like you can't be bothered with?"

"We aren't bothered to do it, because we have chunin to do it for us while we do the important work." Honestly, Ibiki had the utmost respect for chunin, but Iruka was really pissing him off, and he knew just the buttons to push to work out his frustrations. "We don't wipe noses of pre-genin." He didn't mean to make it sound like chunin couldn't see to themselves, but if it came across like that, all the better.

"Yeah? By what, wasting... What was it? Three days? Getting nothing out of him? It's not like you even have to do that very often. The rest of the time you do what, exactly? Test the damn things out on yourself? I bet you enjoy it," Iruka growled, then smirked at the unintentional sexual reference.

It wasn't that he actually believed the man was a sadist or a masochist, despite the fact that his job required him to do things that ran along those lines. But, the man was on his last nerve with the remark about his teaching.

"If I'd had someone other than a chunin who talked more than worked helping me, I wouldn't be having difficulty getting what I need from worthless missing-nin." His sneer was almost predatory as his face moved within centimeters of Iruka's. "Perhaps I do enjoy testing things out, but not on myself. I always find volunteers, and, if there are none, people who just happen to have pissed me off." The threat was clear, even if he didn't verbalize it plainly.

Granted, he never actually tested his work on anyone, save those that it would regularly be used on, but he was getting into this ... debate, for lack of other term, with the teacher. It was helping relieve his stress, and his mind needed an intellectual challenge after the work he'd been doing, without success. Interrogating someone who had less brains than a rock always left him seeking something to stimulate his mind.

The sexual reference wasn't missed either, as he was not a man that had much in the way of bed partners, but that was something he would address later, if possible, once he'd had his fun with the chunin and then gone to find a drink.

"I thought chunin were useless, so why couldn't you take care of it on your own, since you seem to think you're so goddamned impressive and above us chunin. Volunteers?" He laughed. "Like anyone would volunteer to be around you! I hope your toys are fun to play with by yourself, since that's all you'll ever be able to get." Iruka growled steering it back towards the sexual reference the man had so blatantly ignored. It made him wonder if the man ever got any. Not that Ibiki was unattractive, but Iruka couldn't think of anyone who'd actually slept with him, that he knew.

The tokubetsu growled. Arguing with this man was harder than he expected. He was beginning to see that neither one of them was going to be satisfied with not getting the last word. "As a matter of fact, I do enjoy my toys, not that it's any business of yours. Of course, that's not to say they are inanimate objects, either." He smirked, eyes glinting at the chunin.

Iruka blinked, surprised the man had gone the way he'd been pointedly directing him.

This left Ibiki a moment of smugness as he seemed to have finally got the best of the smaller man. Not that he imagined it would last for long. "I could always use a new 'toy', Umino-kun," his voice was nearly a purr as he leaned just a little closer to the other man. Iruka was becoming more and more of a distraction from his bad day, and he was even beginning to have fun messing with the other man.

The man seemed full of surprises and Iruka blushed at the implication. And, for a moment, he was actually tempted, especially given the day he'd had. Then, he remembered the PMS remark and scowled. "Well isn't that a shame..." he drawled taking his seat. "I might have been tempted, if I was a woman, seeing as how I'm a mere chunin, and you seem to have the impression both are beneath you." Iruka crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, still scowling.

The teacher was cheeky. Ibiki found he liked that. "Oh, I think either would be perfect beneath me." He leered down at the chunin, his meaning clear.

"Is that so?" Iruka leaned forward, grinning in an almost malicious manner. "Too bad I prefer to be on top of every situation..." The day seemed a little less annoying, now that the argument had shifted to something more interesting. And, now, despite wanting to hit the man, he was also rather tempted to teach him a lesson in a more inventive manner. Especially since he thought a hands on approach might actually be more effective with the stubborn ass.

"One doesn't have to be above to be on top, Umino-kun." He grinned, teeth bared to the seated man. "And, I think you'd look rather nice spread out, flushed, and panting beneath me." Ibiki was beginning to wonder if this was still a game, or if some part of him was beginning to take this seriously and actually wanted to have the chunin sweating and panting beneath him.

Iruka frowned and tried to decide if the offer was serious, or if the man was just trying to make a fool of him.

Ibiki watched the frown on the others face and knew he was either going to have to walk away or make up his mind on what it was he was doing, what he wanted. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see they were being openly stared at by a handful of men, who he was certain had plenty of things they were suppose to be doing. There was no point in continuing this in front of them.

Looking back down at Iruka, he stepped back from desk and crossed his arms. "We should finish this somewhere else. When does your shift end?"

His eyes widened slightly, and Iruka's lips parted; but, before he could actually say anything, Kotetsu and Izumo walked in, or rather were shoved through the door by an arm that looked mysteriously like it belonged to the hokage. He glowered over at them for a moment then stood and walked toward them, seemingly having forgotten the smart mouthed jounin.

"We're done... you know, filing that paperwork..." Izumo offered weakly.

Kotetsu shifted so he was about halfway behind his partner. "Yep, completely done, it's... um... done right, too..."

Iruka's lips turned up into a smile, one both men knew far too well, and they jumped about half a step back. "Desk. Now. Or Else." They practically dove for their chairs as Iruka simply headed for the door. "Looks like my shift ended early, Ibiki-san..." He said, turning to look over his shoulder. "You can apologize for being an asshole by buying me dinner. Then, maybe we'll see about teaching you some better manners."

Ibiki couldn't stop the snort of laughter that left him as he shook his head. This man was certainly ballsy, and he liked that. "I'll buy dinner, but I'm not admitting to anything." He smirked at the chunin. He glanced over at the two at the desk. "That is, unless you'd rather I help you deal with your co-workers. I have some pent up frustrations to work out." His smirk was purely sadistic as he looked at Izumo and Kotetsu.

The two men shot Iruka their best 'We're sorry! We'll never do it again! Please, don't let him eat us!' look, and Iruka couldn't resist the laugh that bubbled up out of him. "No, I wouldn't want them to get confused about who's in charge here," he said, grinning. "They wouldn't respect me anymore if I let you do my dirty work. And, they know I'm going to make them pay for this. I like to let them have time to think about it first, though."

Kotetsu and Izumo's expression changed to something halfway between dread and relief. Both thought, 'Better the devil we know than one we don't,' and both were too smart to actually say it.

Ibiki smirked. "I like the way your devious mind works, Umino-kun. Perhaps I could make use of it sometime in T&I." He was a bit impressed by the way Iruka handled the other two, but given that they were regularly abused by the hokage, it was a given they'd be a bit twitchy with people. "Shall we then? Before something needs your attention."

"I prefer to torture pre-genin brats who think they know everything over missing-nin. After all, I have to make sure they're ready to deal with the likes of you at the chunin exams, and before that their crazy jounin instructors." He slipped through the door and headed for the stairs, not waiting for Ibiki since he was fairly certain the man wouldn't be more than two steps behind him.

He followed after the man. "You make it sound like I'm some monster during the exams," he commented as they walked down the stairs.

"You are. I think the only one Naruto was more freaked out by was Anko." He tossed a smile over his shoulder. "It's that damn smile of yours; it scares small children. They think you're going to bite them or something."

He grinned, teeth glinting as they caught some light. "Maybe I will." He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged slightly. "They need to be prepared to face worse things than me. If I scare them, all the better to do that." He did his part to prepare the youth for being nin, as much of a part as he could take without becoming a sensei. There was no way his sanity, or the genin, would servive him doing that.

"So... you do bite?" Iruka dropped back to walk shoulder to shoulder with the man. "Or, do you only tease?"

He looked down at the chunin with a small smirk. "That all depends on the reaction I get from either one. If you want to be bitten, Umino-kun, I can bite you." His smirk turned into a leer.

"You could always try and find out... Of course, I might bite back." Iruka contemplated various food stalls in the area, debating over which would be fastest. "I was trying to decide where to eat, but I'm not quite sure which direction we're heading. There's a place near my apartment that does a good bowl of soba, but they take a while...." He was strangely curious about where the man lived, so he didn't suggest the sushi place that was also fairly close by and a lot faster.

"Soba sounds fine, and it's not that far out of the way for me. I usually just grab some dango from the stall near my apartment. Damn Anko got me hooked on the things." She was constantly eating them, and he'd swear it was an excuse to be outside his apartment all the time.

"Between me and you... they're not really her favorite food," Iruka said. "Mushrooms now... she'd kill for."

"I'll keep that in mind." Every little piece of information was useful, in one way or another. You just had to know how to use it. "Thankfully, they don't sell those near my apartment, too."

"Never, take her mushrooms. She will impale your hand with a chopstick if you try." He could actually name a couple people who had scars from it. She'd never tried to make a shish-ka-bob of is hand, even though he had stolen a few on occasion, but she returned the favor by stealing pork out of his ramen.
"Interesting way to deal with the problem, but I doubt I'll ever try." He spotted the soba stand a little way up the street, and his stomach took that opportunity to remind him he hadn't eaten in a few days; which only served to remind him of the chunin he hadn't got any information out of.
He sighed and pinched his nose, feeling tired and just a little older as the last few days caught up with him.

Iruka ducked under the flap and ordered his soba with extra pork then turned back to Ibiki. "We can swap horror stories over dinner."

Chuckling, he sat down beside him and placed his own order. "Oh, I have plenty of horror stories I could tell." He gave the other man a small smile, more genuine than the smirks and leers he had given him earlier.

"Ten-year-olds bent on one-upping each other and pulling one over on their teacher make me wish I could trade you for the missing-nin, some days. At least then, I wouldn't have to be nice." Iruka sat and fished a pickled egg from a jar on the counter.

"I'd rather deal with a dozen missing-nin than one room full of your students," Ibiki admitted. He wasn't good with children, as they'd already somewhat touched upon. "But, at least they don't usually get you covered in blood, and other bodily fluids, and you have to keep replenishing your wardrobe."

"Oh really? Evidently you haven't met my kids. They make it a goal to throw up on me when they're sick, I think." There were even a few who deliberately ate stuff to make themselves throw up. "And, I can't count the number of times they've managed to bleed all over me with scraped knees and the like. And, that's not even counting their little attempts to draw my blood. I'm just lucky they have bad aim."

The large man couldn't stop the chuckle that left his throat. "Apparently I don't. I'm not sure I wish to, either. I make a much larger target." He smiled at the other man.

"On the bright side... I haven't been sick in years. After the first couple, you build up a resistance like you wouldn't believe." He laughed, remembering, then popped the last bite of egg in his mouth as their bowls were set in front of them.

He nodded. "I suppose that could be a bright side." But, hardly worth it, in his opinion. "You do a good job with them, Umino-kun. I think it's best that you be the one to see to them." He began to eat his food.

Iruka's eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then he blushed as he realized the compliment being paid. He smiled and nodded in simple acknowledgment as the food was set down in front of them. "And, you're right. I'm good with them because, even though I know what I'm sending them off to do when they graduate, what it will lead to..." There was always the possibility they'd die before they made chunin and he, the jounin sensei, and the chunin exam proctors knew it for the fact it was. "I'd rather deal with a hundred mini-nin on sugar highs than do what you do for one day."

Ibiki sighed a small sigh as he poked his food before taking a bite. "No one needs to do what I do, Iruka-san, but someone has to. You certainly don't need tainted by it." And you don't need tainted by me, he realized as he slowly ate his food. Any thoughts their argument or subsequent conversation had given him were halted by that train of thought.

The implied sentiment that he was somehow innocent, or that Ibiki's job was something less than honorable, bothered the chunin and he frowned. Iruka stared at him unsure of what to say, how to explain the man was wrong on both accounts.

The jounin didn't notice, eating his food and lost to his own thoughts. He was slightly aware that there was now a silence where there had been none since their argument had began back in the mission room. Now, he wasn't sure what to say. If he should finish his food and just bid Iruka a good evening, or if, after all that they'd implied earlier, he owed the chunin a little more than that.

Iruka turned to stare at his food for a moment, thinking. "Why do you do your job, Ibiki," he said, finally, dropping the 'san' deliberately.

"Because I know more about it than most people." He pushed his half empty dish away from him. "As I said, someone has to do it. I may as well spare everyone else from doing things that I've had done to me." He gave the chunin a small, tight smile. "And, I'm good at it." With a shrug he looked down at the counter.

Ibiki was not ashamed of his job. Neither did he want any pity for what he'd been through, or what he had to do to others. In truth, a lot of what they did wasn't that torturous. But, when it came to needing to go that far, he was the best at what he did. And, as often as he could, he did it alone to spare others from having to. They saw enough blood and violence in their lives without having to see someone deliberately tortured.

"I'm sorry that earlier I implied you took some perverse pleasure from it. I shouldn't have done that. What you do.." Pouring the sauce into the bowl, Iruka stirred his noodles then looked up at the scarred man. "Because it's what you're good at it, because it has to be done, because if you didn't somebody else couldn't do theirs, and because doing it means protecting the village."

He tilted his head to the side and smiled. "Some of us get lucky, and our skills keep us in the village, where it's safe, doing things where the consequences and rewards of doing or not doing them are generally overshadowed by everyday life." Iruka paused, actually hating to admit on a certain level the man had been right in their earlier argument about something. "And, you were right before, we get to do that because you do your job."

Iruka felt like he was lecturing and mentally groaned. "That said... teaching kids how to kill isn't something innocent, no matter how much it may seem to be such. Nothing any of us does is untainted; we just have to hope that the ends may justify the means." He had to ask himself that every morning when he looked at the innocent faces that he knew stood slim chances of surviving long enough to see those ends. Most would die before they had children, let alone grandchildren.

Ibiki looked up at Iruka and smiled a surprisingly soft smile. "You're a good man, Iruka. Those kids stand a better chance than most, because of you. You're right. We are all tainted." He sat back and stretched the muscles in his neck before leaning back on the counter. "I know it seems like a lost cause, sometimes, to train them and see them come home injured, or worse. Maybe one of these days we'll actually be able to sit back and not worry about missing-nin and war. I just hope, should it happen, that we don't grow lax. Even in peace, we'll still have to train kids to kill because peace is only a notion.

"If we didn't do our jobs, someone else would, so we may as well be the ones to do them." Ibiki looked over at the other man. He'd said more than he usually did, and he wasn't sure he'd needed to say any of it. In fact, he was sure he didn't, but he'd felt the need to say something. Why he needed to prattle, as he saw it, he wasn't sure.

Smiling over at the jounin, Iruka took a bite of food, chewed it with an extremely thoughtful expression, swallowed and nodded. "You right, now finish eating so we can find something less distasteful to do."

Ibiki chuckled. "Yes, sensei." He pulled his bowl back to him and began to eat his noodles again. After taking a few bites, he looked over at the other man again. "What would this 'something less distasteful' be?" He smirked at the chunin.

"You have to eat all your food if you want to find out," Iruka teased lightly, laughing and taking another bite. It was a rather pathetic attempt at humor, he knew, but he couldn't resist after the 'sensei' remark.

"What happened to growing big and strong?" He grinned at the man before turning back to finish eating his soba. Admittedly, he was very curious about what Iruka had in mind. It didn't take him long to swallow down his noodles, and he turned back to the chunin, going so far as to show him his empty dish. "There, all gone, sensei. Do I get my reward now?" He couldn't keep the small grin off his face.

Finishing the last of his own food, Iruka pretended to inspect the bowl. "I suppose you can have your dessert. Should I walk you home, then?" He couldn't let his curiosity go, despite being more than a little tempted to drag the man to his own place, which was barely a block away.

He laughed. "Afraid something big and nasty will eat me? I thought I was the scary monster that was suppose to eat people." He grinned. If Iruka wanted to see where he lived that badly as to go out of his way, he may as well accommodate him. "Alright. You can walk me home." He stood, adjusting his coat on his shoulders and paying for their meal.

Standing and following Ibiki out into the street. "I prefer the stories where the monster is hidden in the guise of something innocent seeming and the hero is... a pig farmer." He was tempted to add that he'd be glad to play the part of the monster. "They seem more realistic."

He nodded. "Yes, I would say that would be very realistic." Leading the way to his apartment, a few streets over, didn't take very long. He looked over at Iruka as they neared the building. "Do you want to come in for a drink? After the day we've had, maybe we both could use one." He still wasn't sure where he wanted things to go with Iruka, but a drink was a drink, or so he told himself.

Iruka nodded, still smiling as he tried to gauge the man. "I needed one about, oh, eleven o'clock this morning when a certain little brat decided spitballs might stick better if they were made of gum."

Ibiki shook his head. "How are you still sane, Iruka-san?" He chuckled and led him up the stairs to his third floor apartment. It was a small place, just the basics one needed to survive, and barren of any knickknacks or other items sitting around. "Make yourself at home," he told him as he pulled off his coat and removed his sandals. "I'll get your drink."

Slipping out of his own sandals, Iruka looked around the place and actually frowned. It was tidy and... empty. It wasn't that he was worried, or anything like that, it's just the lack of anything truly personal made it hard for him to figure the man out based on his home. Make myself at home? Do you even do that? Iruka mused to himself before settling on the couch. The well-worn cushions seemed to be one of the few clues the man had left, and all it told him was what Iruka already knew... he worked like a dog.

Ibiki soon came to him with his drink, handing it to him before sitting down at the other end of the couch. "Here's to hoping tomorrow's better than today." He smiled at him as he raised his own drink.

Raising his glass, Iruka grinned. "Here's to hoping tonight is better than today..." Despite the fact that he'd said it, Iruka actually blushed slightly now that he was sitting in the man's living room. When it had all been abstract possibilities, he hadn't been even slightly embarrassed, because either could have left and just chalked it up to flirting and teasing over dinner. Now, it would be more difficult for either of them to actually change their mind.

Licking his drink off his lips, Ibiki sat forward to set the glass on the small, plain coffee table. He turned his body to face Iruka more, really looking at him as he did so. The faint blush suited him, and Ibiki smiled. Seeing as Iruka seemed serious about what he wanted to happen, Ibiki reached out and took the chunin's drink, setting it with his own on the table.

The larger man shifted himself and reached out again, this time taking Iruka's hand with a touch more gentle than one would expect from someone his size, or who was generally regarded as a hard, serious, and rough man. He pulled the smaller body toward his own, eyes asking Iruka's just what it was the teacher wanted.

Iruka was surprised by the gentleness and blushed again, realizing he'd expected the man to act very differently based on their argument and, quite likely, on his impression of the man, despite knowing now that it was inaccurate. Looking from the man's eyes to his lips, Iruka leaned forward the smallest amount more and very softly pressed his to Ibiki's and held his breath. It was chaste but he didn't break it, instead waiting for some kind of response that it was okay.

Smiling at the chasteness of the kiss, Ibiki pulled Iruka against him and slanted his mouth over the sensei's to add more pressure to the kiss. He teased the seam of flesh lightly with his tongue, encouraging Iruka to let him deepen the kiss without forcing it on him.

A very soft moan slipped from the chunin's throat, and he was surprised by the calm way Ibiki kissed, practically teasing him with it. Iruka parted his lips, sliding his tongue out to brush against the other man's. He slid his arms around the broad shoulders and shifted his weight to one knee so he could press himself closer.

Wrapping his arms around the slighter form, Ibiki caressed as much as licked at Iruka's tongue as he deepened their kiss. The simple, soft kiss was beginning to make him lose the swift processes of his mind, it becoming overloaded with the sheer sensation of holding Iruka to him and kissing the teacher.

Relaxing, he leaned himself back against the arm of the couch behind him and pulled Iruka to lay across his broad chest. His hands moved from the chunin's back, one going up to let down his hair as the other came to rest on Iruka's hip, not quite upon the firm globe of flesh it wanted nothing more than to take a handful of.

Deciding the man was a bit of a tease, in his own way, Iruka shifted around to slide his hips against Ibiki's as he slid one hand down to tug the man's shirt up. "Off... now..." he mumbled between kisses, putting most of his weight on his other arm so that he wasn't resting on Ibiki and trapping the shirt between them.

More than happy to comply, Ibiki quickly undid the buttons to his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders. He smirked up at Iruka, pulling the man back down against him and kissing him again, softly. "I hope you plan to be fair." He gave a tug to the back of Iruka's vest. "You're wearing much more than I am."

"I never play fair..." Iruka teased. "But, I know how to negotiate." He undid a catch on his vest and pulled a scroll out, forming a quick handsign. Various medical supplies tumbled over Ibiki's chest and Iruka grabbed one before sweeping the others to the floor. "Hold onto this for me..." the tanned-chunin murmured, planting a very light kiss on the man's cheek. "...and I might just lose the vest." The tube was unmarked, except for a number, and Iruka didn't bother to explain what it was. He figured the bright man would either figure it out or find out.

Ibiki blinked, admittedly confused as to just what the chunin was up to, but did as he was told. His curiosity was serving only to turn him on more, as he watched and waited expectantly for the chunin to make his next move. Not often letting someone else take the reigns, even a little bit, he found it thrilled him to do so with the fiery, unpredictable man above him. He trusted Iruka, had no reason not to, so he held the item and bit back the 'yes, sensei' that tickled his tongue, ready to go along with whatever the teacher had planned.

Sitting up Iruka shed the jacket and tossed it beside the couch with the remainder of the medical supplies. Leaning back over Ibiki, he smiled and kissed the lips that were surprisingly soft except where they were torn by the man's scar. The texture was strangely tantalizing and he nibbled softly, lapping at the skin, fascinated. He'd kissed scars before, but the contrast was magnified by the softness.

"What are your hobbies?" Iruka asked, pulling away and giving the man a smile that very clearly said 'Tell me or else...' and, as though to emphasize the or else, Iruka rolled his hips. If he couldn't figure more out about the man from his apartment, he'd find another way to do it, something that would be fun.

Ibiki groaned, not able to completely stop his back from arching to rub his hips back against the chunin's. "I don't have time for hobbies," he answered, licking his lips and watching the man he was finding himself to be at the mercy of. He wasn't about to admit to him the two hobbies he did have. They weren't anything to be ashamed of, but he was curious to see just what Iruka would do to find out if he was telling him the truth or not.

The chunin laughed, the tone of it giving away his disbelief as clear as though he'd actually called the man beneath him a liar. Iruka smirked, leaned forward, and ducked his head slightly to nip softly at the other man's neck. "Everyone has hobbies, Ibiki-kun..." he purred, deciding if 'kun' could be applied to his name, he could do the same to Ibiki's; and it sounded nice, he thought.

Iruka dragged the back of fingers against Ibiki's ribs as he nibbled his way down the other's throat. "If you tell me one of yours..." He nipped at the collarbone. "You can ask something of me, or..." His fingers stopped at the waistline of Ibiki's pants. "...make a request... Maybe you'll get something more than my jacket."

He smirked up at him. "Well, if you put it that way..." The jounin seemed to think about this offer before finally smiling. "If you tell a soul, I'll make you regret it, keep in mind, but I occasionally see fit to pull pranks on my subordinates." And, he wasn't ashamed to admit, he was good at doing it, and he never got caught. Often, others were blamed for things that he did. "As for what I want..." One of his fingers twirled a piece of Iruka's hair around it. "You're doing such a fine job of keeping me on my toes, so far. No need to stop that now. I'll just keep my request for later." He used the small piece of hair to pull Iruka into a soft kiss.

The brunet was both surprised and amused by the revelation. He could see how the man would be good at them, he was bright and good with keeping his 'I am not amused' expression in place, in the same way Iruka was good at his 'innocent' face. Only somebody who knew what he was up to would recognize the expression for what it was.

He was surprised Ibiki hadn't made a request, but he supposed that for the moment it worked to his advantage. And, when the man pulled him close for one of those amazingly gentle kisses, Iruka practically purred, opening his mouth in silent request for more.

Iruka's response to his kisses gave Ibiki a heady feeling, and he wondered just what he could convince the chunin to do simply by kissing him. It was a pondery he'd have to investigate at a later time, as he'd already conceded himself to the teacher's whims; which he was enjoying quite a bit, even if this wasn't exactly how he'd originally saw their evening going. The angry energy from the mission room had given way to a pleasant, calming energy. It better suited the purpose of forgetting the bad day they'd had.

Deciding he should let Iruka get back to what he had been doing, Ibiki let go of the hair around his finger and pulled his mouth from the sensei's with a soft nip to the man's lower lip. He licked his own lips, watching intently for what Iruka's next move would be as his own free hand slid up under the chunin's shirt.

"Mmm... tease," Iruka murmured, returning the nip with one of his own before shifting himself down to lap at the dip at the base of Ibiki's throat. His weight on one hand, Iruka used his other to work at unfastening the buckle on the man's belt. "So, is your favorite color gray, or do you just wear it because you want to look scary?" He asked, a flirtatious grin on his lips.

Ibiki's head fell back, exposing more of his throat to the questing lips readily. His hips shifted as fingers brushed so close to his arousal, and it took a moment for the words Iruka said to filter into his clouded brain. If there was a way to make Ibiki lose his usual sharp analytical mind, Iruka seemed to be able to find it. "Just the uniform color," he answered, voice a little extra husky as his arousal grew.

Pushing the buckle aside, Iruka twisted the fabric of the man's pants and pushed on the side of the button until it slipped free. It was a trick that took both practice and extremely strong fingers. "Then what is your favorite color?" The chunin brushed his fingers down a little further to work at another button, deliberately fumbling the motion a little.

It was a bit of shock that Ibiki seemed so willing to let him do whatever he wanted. Iruka hadn't figured the man to be gentle or passive, or even capable of it really. He didn't know why he hadn't considered it, since the man was so completely in control of everything. It should have been obvious, he thought, that he would be confident enough to let somebody else be in charge. Iruka wondered if, perhaps, it wasn't something the man enjoyed, giving up control. After all, that was the other aspect of dominance and submission; the person who appeared to be in control... rarely had as much as they thought.
Ibiki groaned as he arched his back, barely keeping his hips from bucking up into the hand teasing him as it unfastened his pants. "I've never..." He was unable to stop another small moan from escaping his lips. "...never thought about it." In truth, he wasn't sure just what color he did prefer. Red was a nice color, but he saw too much of it. Black was too close to the shadows ninja lived their lives in, and the darkness of most torture rooms he used.

The first color that came to mind, that he thought he could see himself liking as much as he could like a simple color, was brown. It was a color that you saw everywhere, but it was a warm, soothing color. It didn't hurt that the eyes looking at him were the warmest brown he'd ever seen, and if that wasn't enough to make him like the color, what was?
"I'm coming to like brown." He smiled at Iruka, and would have kissed him if he wasn't having to bite his own lip to keep from thrusting his hips up into the hand teasing him as it continued to undo his pants.

Iruka blushed slightly and shook his head. "It's a boring color." He tugged the fabric aside and slid his fingers inside, separated only by the man's briefs. "I always preferred green and blue," he said, rubbing Ibiki's erection teasingly.
"Blue's a good color," he agreed, unable to keep his hips from rubbing back against the fingers teasing him. He licked his lips, pulling his hand from inside Iruka's shirt to pull the man down to kiss him like he liked. "Do I get another request for that question, too?" He asked, lips brushing against Iruka's as he spoke.

"You can't just save them all, you know..." He chuckled, returning the kiss. I want to know what you want. Iruka thought, too embarrassed by the intimacy of the thought to actually say it. And, it didn't matter what they were doing right then. He couldn't really explain it, but it was a line he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to cross since they really only barely knew each other.

Ibiki smirked. "You should have told me that in the beginning. I'll just save the two, then." He nipped Iruka's chin before sucking along his jaw to his ear. "Do you have another question?" He breathed into said ear before nipping and sucking upon its lobe.

Iruka tilted his head to the side, pretending to think but also doing it to give the other man better access. The thoughtful expression giving way to something more lost. It took him a moment to think what the next thing on the usual list of suspects was. "Favorite... food?"

That was another thing that he'd never consciously thought about. Thinking as he nibbled and sucked at Iruka's ear, he couldn't narrow it down to just one food. He liked several foods, most of which were simply liked for their convenience. Imagining food tastes as his mouth worked lower to the strong neck, he licked and nibbled along the tendon he found there. He took his time, it wasn't like he could answer while his mouth was busy teasing the chunin.

After a few lengthy moments of finding which spots on the teacher's neck were most sensitive, he leaned back and looked up at the man. "I guess I'd have to say," he looked thoughtful a moment, "onigiri." They were convenient, and came in enough variety that he didn't get bored with them.

Question answered, he grinned. "I believe that gives me a request to make." The look on his face was mostly a leer as his grin turned to a smirk. "As curious as I am about what you plan to do with this," he held up the item that had been in his hand since he was instructed to hold onto it. He had a pretty good idea what it was, but that didn't mean Iruka didn't have something clever and unique in mind to do with it. "I think I'd much rather see you out of your pants than anything else. For now."

The way Ibiki's mouth slid over his neck sent shivers across Iruka's skin and he moaned, his eyes sliding closed. It took a moment for him to realize Ibiki had answered, and he pulled back to stare dazedly at the man. He let the words sink in for a moment, glancing at the tube of mineral oil, then smirked and used the back of the couch to push himself up to his knees.

"Onigiri... hmm... I'll have to remember that," he remarked as he slid a hand along Ibiki's leg for a moment. There was an stall near the academy that made it. Iruka released the man's leg and started to untie his pants. Going slowly and making a bit of a production of it, he let his hand slid along his own arousal, teasing himself through the fabric.

Ibiki felt his blood quicken and his breath catch as his eyes glued onto the sight of Iruka touching himself through his pants. He swallowed thickly, forgetting to control his reactions, not caring at that point to be in any sort of control. He was hanging on every action the chunin was performing. Licking his lips was an unconscious action. All he wanted was to see what was inside those pants.

Sliding one hand underneath, Iruka moaned and arched his hips a little as he used his free hand to pull the pants down over one hip. Despite the very faint pink on his cheeks, Iruka didn't feel particularly self conscious as Ibiki watched him. The fact that the man was watching him so intently actually served to make him harder and more aroused.

He debated over whether or not pants included things under them and then decided that he'd rather make the man answer more random questions, because it fascinated him to see how the man thought. So, he slid the hand he'd been rubbing himself with to his hip and dragged the pants down slowly as he leaned forward slightly, grinning at Ibiki.

Stretching his hand out as he leaned forward, he lifted a knee and pulled the fabric past it before shifting to do the same with the other. Then, placing his free hand on the other side of Ibiki's head, he lowered himself down just enough to catch the other's lips. Lapping at them once before sucking the lower one into his mouth, Iruka used his feet to shimmy the rest of the way out of his pants.

It took a little work to get the wraps free, but he was fairly good at it, really. He tended to fidget when he graded papers, and one of the things he did was pull his wraps off with his toes while he was laying on the couch. Although, he never realized, until then, exactly how useful a skill it was.

Laying the tube of mineral oil on the center of his chest, Ibiki placed both of his hands on Iruka's almost bare hips. He tilted his head back with a moan, letting the chunin molest his lip as much as he wanted while pulling his hips down against his own. The pressure was light, he didn't want to rub against him too hard or he'd end up lost to the sensation and their game would be done. His thumbs teased under the edge of the band of Iruka's boxer briefs.

He was afraid that the sensei was soon going to drive him over the edge of being able to keep up with the game. The other man was too sensual for his own good, and Ibiki doubted Iruka realized just how sexy he was. Even the way he used his toes, from the small glimpse he'd gotten of what the chunin was doing, was sensual. He wondered just what else Iruka could do with his feet.

The images that thought sprouted in his mind made him rub harder against the chunin before he caught himself and returned to doing so with a light, teasing touch. He had to keep reminding himself, he wanted this to last as long as possible. Who knew what light of morning would bring. While he knew Iruka did not seem the type to sleep with someone and that was that, he had to admit it was the easiest way to have relationships with what they did for a living. Not to mention he wasn't the prize pick when it came to romantic partners.

But, that was getting ahead of himself. All that mattered was the moment, and he focused upon it, determined to play the game of questions and answers, of sensual teases to the end.

Iruka moaned into the kisses, the friction of Ibiki rubbing against him was just enough to drive him a little closer to insane. The man couldn't possibly know what he was doing, how good it felt. It wasn't just the very light friction it was the hands on his hips and the fingers kneading his skin.

Breaking the kiss and kicking his pants off onto the floor, he sat back and tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, running his hand over Ibiki's leg. "Tell me something that annoys you." It was a distraction, something to give him a moment's breath because, if he didn't, he was very likely going to say fuck it and not even bother with stripping the other man more than he had to. And really, he enjoyed the slow, heady teasing, and he didn't want it to end.

Ibiki smirked almost triumphantly as he saw how out of control Iruka was becoming. Perhaps there was another way to play this game, after all. He'd go along with Iruka's tactics, all the while trying to drive the chunin so mad with lust he'd have to give in and give up his own game. "Lieing annoys me more than anything," he answered honestly. It was a simple answer, one of many to the question. But, being that his job was to get to the truth, it was the one thing that made his job most difficult. It not only made his job harder, it simply wasted his time.

Shifting his hips, he licked his lips and watched the other man. He contemplated what it was he wanted the teacher to do next. With Iruka out of his grasp, he lightly ran the tips of his fingers over the bulge in his briefs that had swollen up through the gap in his pants. They made a show of teasing the damp spot that was beginning to form on the fabric. "I have a humble request this time, sensei," his voice was a deep, husky whisper that resembled the purr of a large cat. "All I want you to do, is look at me."

While he didn't think himself overly attractive, he knew that erotic behavior was erotic behavior. As turned on as Iruka was, he was encouraged to simply go with that logic. Licking his lips and shifting his hips up as he arched his back and moaned softly, the fingers of his free hand traced scars on his lower abdomen, just above the band of his briefs, and occasionally dipping just inside, as his other hand continued to lightly tease himself.

He could only hope that he didn't end up arousing himself too much, causing his plan to blow up in his face. Moaning and licking his kiss swollen lips, he waited and hoped that Iruka would be enticed enough by his sounds to give in to his request.

The answer didn't surprise him, it seemed to fit the man rather well given his job and the way he'd been acting in the mission room. Iruka had hoped for something more personal, but he hadn't actually expected the man to answer any of his questions, so he was happy just to have the rather simple answers for now. He wondered how many other people knew even these small concessions and hoped the longer he was around the other the more Ibiki would tell him. Which, of course, was assuming he'd be allowed stick around since the man didn't seem particularly social.

By the time he'd fully absorbed the thoughts, he felt a little less on the verge of losing control. But, then Ibiki made his request, and it was damn near Iruka's undoing. From the way he sounded when he said it to how he looked as he arched and moaned as he touched himself.

It was a sight Iruka doubted many others had seen, if anyone ever had. His eyes locked on the hand Ibiki was using to tease himself, and he swallowed hard in an attempt to keep the moan from slipping from his throat. Then, his eyes caught the motion of the fingers trailing along the various scars, and, when the hand dipped under the fabric, Iruka forgot he was aiming for at least some level of self restraint. He moaned and leaned down to kiss one of the scars and then fingers tormenting him without actually touching him.

Ibiki arched and moaned into the kisses, the sight of Iruka kissing his scar and fingers, which were so very close to his arousal, was enough to nearly make his eyes roll back in his head. He could feel the moisture on his briefs spreading under his fingertips, and he had to pull his hand away to prevent himself from having a premature end to the fun.
He threaded his hand back into Iruka's hair and arched again, Iruka's name passing his lips in a soft, husky moan. They were losing their focus, and while he wanted nothing more than to go down the path before them, he wanted to make things last at least a little longer. "You have another question to ask," he forced himself to say, breath catching from pleasure and his quickened breathing and heart-rate.

Iruka blinked and looked up at him, confused for a moment. Question? He tried to remember, and it actually took a good thirty seconds to process the thought, then blushed as he realized. "Uhm..." he started, trying to think of something, anything and wishing he'd planned ahead a bit better when he started this game. "I've forgotten them," Iruka admitted, embarrassed. "Just tell me something about you that not everyone knows." It was the best he could do and, as silly as it sounded, he was extremely curious what Ibiki would say.

"Something..." He licked his lips taking a moment to catch his breath. "Something not everyone knows?" What the hell could he say to that? There were a lot of things not everyone knew. Hell, most of his personal life would answer that request. He continued to thread his fingers through the chunin's hair as he watched him and tried to make his mind actually work instead of short circuit.

Did he want to give some deep secret away, or keep things simple, like he had been? Part of him wanted to tell Iruka everything, and he clamped down hard on that. He couldn't just start spouting everything to a man who, despite what was going on and that they worked somewhat together, was practically a stranger. A very hot, sexy stranger, granted. If there was something going to happen between them, he told himself, he had time. No need to jump the boat, so to speak.

"I..." He moaned and closed his eyes so he could think. "Well, I like to go skinny-dipping." There were only two people, that he knew of, that knew about that little hobby of his. And, he knew for a fact they'd never tell anyone. Not with what he had on them. Sometimes it paid to know things no one else ever knew.

The idea of Ibiki doing something so... racy had him imagining exactly what the man would look like dripping wet and shivering. Which wasn't hard considering the man was already half naked and sitting right in front of him. Of course, the image that came to mind sent little shivers down his own back. On one level, he wondered who else knew and how they'd found out; on another, he hoped no one did.

The possessive thoughts surprised him. Ibiki was barely what he could consider a friend, so he knew he didn't have any basis for them; but the knowledge that he shouldn't feel that way didn't change the fact that he did. He shoved the thoughts aside, along with the emotion, and focused on the fact that he had Ibiki half naked in front of him. "Mm..." he murmured finally. "And..." Iruka lapped at the scar he'd been kissing. "Your request?"

The tokubetsu's abdomen quivered under Iruka's lips, and he moaned again. "Request..." He shifted his hips and tightened his hold in Iruka's hair slightly. "I don't care. Surprise me." His mind was unable to come up with a single request. He had so many rushing through his brain, he couldn't even narrow it to three at the moment. He just wanted Iruka. How didn't really matter anymore.

Iruka decided that was a good enough excuse to toss the damn game aside, and he slid himself up along Ibiki's body. He pressed a few kisses against the other's stomach and chest, then a trail of them along the man's neck, stopping only when his mouth hovered above the older man's mouth. "Want to help me with these?" He whispered, grinding his hips against Ibiki's.

"Fuck." Ibiki groaned and ground his hips back against Iruka's. He wasted no time in answering verbally, sliding his hands down the chunin's back and then under the back of his boxer briefs. This gave him more leverage to grind himself up into the smaller man. Lost to the pleasure, he was only faintly aware as something, mind not registering it as the mineral oil, slid out from between them, hit the floor, and rolled under the couch.

Moaning and flushed, Iruka caught the man's mouth with his own and thrust his tongue inside, sliding it along Ibiki's in the same aggressive manner their hips ground together. At some point, the game had gotten a little out of hand, and he'd lost track of his goal; which, if he'd thought about it, had something to do with the forgotten tube now lying under the couch and out of sight.

The slow, grinding pressure and the hand kneading his ass had him panting and groaning practically in time with the motion. He shifted his weight and reached a hand between them, fumbling to get fabric out of the way so he could get a grip on Ibiki's cock as he ground down again.

Ibiki panted, hearing his blood pounding in his ears as much as felt it throbbing through his cock. He watched, groaning and bucking up, as Iruka's hand fumbled to get a hold of him. He honestly didn't know if anyone had ever had this effect on him before, and as much as he wanted to feel release, he didn't want it to end, either.

Pushing Iruka's underwear out of the way just enough that his fingers could massage and tease his ass, dipping between the globes of muscle to tease along hidden treasure; all the while, he moved up into Iruka, moaning and panting.

Iruka arched his hips backwards, completely lost to the sensations and unable to remember ever losing control the way he most definitely was right then. It had been awhile, but he didn't think that fact should be having such an effect on him. At this rate, he wouldn't get what he wanted and mentally cursed. Shivering, he tried to make himself pull back, which only pressed him into the questing fingers and dragged him closer to and end he didn't want to find so soon.

Sensing that they both wanted this to last longer than it seemed it was going to, Ibiki slid his hands up Iruka's back and stopped his thrusting up into him. Instead, he pulled him down into a soft, slow kiss to give them time to cool down some. His hands buried in the long locks of Iruka's hair, and he found he was coming to like having his hands in it. He wondered what it would be like to wash it, which only served to give him images of Iruka dripping wet and aroused in a bath.

The part of him that liked to go skinny-dipping thrilled at the idea of taking Iruka at an onsen. As much as he wanted to cool things down, it seemed his mind had other ideas. The chunin had gotten into his blood, and apparently that was enough to keep it heated to the point that his arousal was beginning to ache between them without remorse. He didn't think there was going to be a way to get it to ease up at all other than release.

His hand stilled at the soft, slow kisses and Iruka 'hmmed' happily at the way Ibiki's fingers combed through his hair, smoothing along his scalp. It was soothing, even while being arousing, and allowed him to catch his breath a little. He slid his hands over Ibiki's chest, looking for something and trying to remember what it was. Not finding it, he blinked and pulled back slightly. "Where's the oil?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Oil?" Ibiki asked intelligently as he tried to remember what oil Iruka could be talking about. Finally remembering being told to hold onto it, and that he'd laid it on his chest, he lowered his hand to pat across his chest, despite the fact Iruka was running his own hands over it. With a growl, he dropped his hand to the floor and groped around in an attempt to blindly locate it, ignoring as he stabbed his finger on a small pair of scissors that had been in with Iruka's medical supplies. "Dammit." He knew it had to be down there somewhere.

The large man shifted, twisting so he could see what he was doing, his arm going around Iruka's waist without thought to keep the man from falling off. He growled again when he didn't see the oil. "Fuck," he scattered and tossed items aside, finally sticking his hand back under the couch as far as he could, but his arm was a lot thicker than the space between the floor and the bottom of the couch, so it wasn't quite far enough.

Sighing, he looked up at Iruka. "You're going to have to get it. I can't reach it." He didn't want the other man to get off him, but it seemed they had no choice. He wasn't about to continue things without something slick to ease the way.

Iruka chuckled softly and shook his head. "I told you to hold onto it..." he tsked leaning over to fish under the couch for the tube. "I swear, next time, I'm dragging you to my bed where it's easier to keep track of, on the nightstand where it won't get lost," he muttered as his finger closed around the cylinder. It didn't even occur to him how presumptive the statement was until he sat up, grinning triumphantly. But, when it did, he flushed an entirely new shade of red. "I..." He stopped, not sure what to say since the words had simply slipped out.
Ibiki smirked and pulled Iruka down into a kiss. Iruka all flustered was really cute, and as much as he'd like to have fun with it, there were other things more pressing to attend to. Namely the arousals that throbbed between them. "Next time, I'll let you," he replied, letting the flushed chunin off the hook. "But, for now, let's just focus on this time." He was beyond waiting.

He took the oil from the sensei's hands and opened it, spreading it onto his hands. He laid it over on the coffee table, so they'd know where it was, and began to grope at Iruka's ass with his slick hands. He teased him as he had before, this time letting the tip of his finger slip inside just a little. His other hand moved around to wrap around the both of them, stroking slowly as his finger continued to explore with tiny thrusts into Iruka's body.

The embarrassed blush still adorning his cheeks, Iruka moaned and rocked against the stroking hand and probing finger. Iruka found that it really wasn't hard to concentrate on 'this time' with Ibiki teasing him and drawing moans and other sounds of arousal out of him.

It was too much and still not enough, so he pressed his mouth against Ibiki's, practically begging him with the kiss. "More..." he gasped, dizzy and aching with the touches.

Things quickly spiraling out of control, Ibiki kissed back as he eased a second finger into the chunin. He did so as quickly as he dared, making sure to take his time and properly prepare his new lover. A few minutes, and several long kisses later, he slipped his three fingers free of the smaller man and wrapped his hands around his hips.

Meeting Iruka's eyes, he lifted the chunin up and held him over his leaking arousal. "Need your help." Hands holding Iruka up, he couldn't guide himself into him. Plus, it was an excuse to have Iruka's hand on him, if only for a moment.

His breath was shaky at best as Iruka arched his back and reached behind himself. Groping around a bit, he wrapped his hand around Ibiki's erection. If he hadn't been so achingly close, he would have given more than a few teasing strokes as he positioned the man at his hole and slowly pressing himself backwards. He let himself slide over the tip before he shifted his weight forward again, gripping the man's shoulders and leaning forward to kiss the man very lightly on the lips.

Ibiki kissed back, groaning deep in his throat as he was swallowed up slowly by Iruka's body. As good as he imagined it would feel, he had no idea just how good it was going to be. Thought was lost to him as lust took over his blood completely. He moved into him slowly, finally thinking enough to stroke at him as well.

Iruka moaned into the kiss as Ibiki pressed up into him, filling him. He was amazed by the man's level of self restraint. He'd expected the man to thrust up a lot faster, given how much teasing they'd been up to. It felt good though, the slowness of it allowing him to enjoy it even more. He caught himself wanting to shove himself down over the man and bit back the urge in favor of enjoying the slow steady slide of Ibiki's skin against his.

When he was seated fully over the other, he let himself relish it for a moment before dragging himself up, beginning the slow descent all over again, each time moving a little faster.

Ibiki groaned, refusing to whimper despite the tightness in his throat from the growing pleasure. He stroked Iruka, staying with the rhythm the other man was setting. It was mostly a new experience, to let someone else have control like this, but he could think of no other way to do things now that they'd gotten started. He doubted anyone else would ever be able to do this with him, though. There was just something about Iruka's fire that made it easy to give control over to him, not to mention the chunin's confidence earlier in the evening about being on top of every situation.

Knowing he wasn't going to last very long, he tried to distract himself by sucking along the chunin's throat and shoulder, leaving marks on the soft, tan skin. Some of them, Iruka would likely have to cover the next day, less he wanted to answer a bunch of questions about where he'd received them; which would likely be asked by nosy jounin who had better things to do with their time.

Arching his neck into the kisses, Iruka returned the affections with a few of his own, his back bowing as he thrust himself down over and over again. The tip of Ibiki's cock brushed against his prostrate, and Iruka shifted his knees just a little so the angle was just slightly different. It was enough, though, that when he slammed his hips down again he nearly came as it was hit straight on. He moaned and shivered and repeated the movement, shaking a little more each time. He almost regretted it as he came, wishing he'd dragged it out more as he shuddered his release.

Just watching Iruka take himself on his cock was enough to make Ibiki very close to his own climax. But, seeing him come, feeling the release on his hand and abdomen, made him groan and buck up into the other's body hard and fast. Coupled with the delicious rippling of muscles inside of the chunin, his own release soon erupted from him, squeezed out by those quivering muscles. His hand made sure it had milked all of Iruka's release before he moved both hands to Iruka's back and pulled him into a deep, satisfied kiss.

Panting breaths burning in his lungs, he pulled from the kiss and tried to catch his breath. He met the others eyes, licking his lips and finding the sight above him one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. He imagined only seeing Iruka spread out on his back, hair a halo around his head, covered in various bodily fluids would top how thoroughly fucked the sensei seemed.

Iruka blinked drowsily down at Ibiki, still shivering and his breath still ragged. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt this damn good, and couldn't. Then, he wondered if he ever had. It was a nice feeling having those incredibly powerful and amazingly gentle arms around him. He hadn't expected things to go where they had, or how they had, and all he could think was that he was damn glad they had.

Leaning forward, Iruka lifted himself enough that Ibiki's now flaccid cock slid out of him, then shifted to a more comfortable position. He was still laying mostly on top, but his weight was more on the edge of the couch. "So what now?" He asked hesitantly, his head buried in a broad shoulder and his arm around the man's waist. It wasn't a question he was supposed to ask, and he knew that, but he wanted to know.
Ibiki threaded his fingers through Iruka's hair, staying silent for a moment or two. He wasn't sure what the right answer, or the safe answer, was to the question. Usually, he knew how to answer any questions ever asked of him, but this question... Either it lasts tonight, or you actually have something in your life besides an empty apartment, he told himself.

Tugging on the hair lightly, he pulled the other's face up so he could see his face. "Now... Maybe we see if there's something more than sex that we can enjoy together." He gave him a small smile before giving him a soft kiss.

Iruka smiled softly as he pulled back. "That works for me... we can start with tormenting your underlings and my students," he laughed and hoped there was more than just sex, as good as it was.

"From what I've heard, you're just the person to help me do that, with your devious mind." He grinned at the other man, shifting so he was on his side facing him but still holding him.

"They have no idea what they're in for. And, all because some little brats decided to make my day a living hell," he laughed, snuggling a little closer despite the fact that he now had more room.

Ibiki chuckled, holding the smaller man to him and resting his chin on his head. "I'm sure they'll learn fast enough." His hands rubbed at Iruka's back, unconsciously, in a soothing manner.

The gentle hands massaging his back made him relax all the more as the endorphins still flooding his system made him sleepy. "Mmm mmm... they never do..." he murmured.

The jounin chuckled again. "Then, I guess that'll let us have more fun at their expense." He began to thread his fingers through Iruka's hair again, knowing the man was close to sleep. He saw no reason to not let him get his rest. They both deserved some.

Iruka nodded sleepily, only barely registering the statement. He felt more relaxed than he had in what seemed forever and decided not to question it, letting himself slip off. Though, it was debatable whether or not he had a choice in the matter.

Feeling sleep pull at him as well, Ibiki used what part of his brain wasn't fried from the sex or burnt out from the days before it, to shift himself enough to swing his leg over Iruka and stand. As comfortable as his couch was, he didn't want to have to worry about Iruka falling off while they slept. Granted, as close as the chunin had been to him, and his own grip upon the smaller man, he doubted he would have; Ibiki wasn't taking chances.

He swung the other gently up into his arms and carried him to his small bedroom, laying him down before resuming his position beside him, holding him as he had been on the couch, and finally letting himself start to drift into his own slumber.