A good use of clones

This piece popped up when I was thinking about clones. No, for real? Jup... anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot more chapters ready, but at the same time, I don't know if the direction in which the story is going at the time, is the right direction. So, I think I'll wait a day before uploading the other chapters.

If you got any suggestions, please let me know.

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Iruka performs the hand seals and sighs. He can do it. But only once. He has not the chakra to make more clones. Or to make him last longer. He bites his lip and looks at the picture in front of him. There is a sincere smile on his face and he closes his eyes. Naruto is able to do it. But then again, that boy is able to do many things others considered to be impossible.

Being trained by Hatake Kakashi and the legendary Sannin. Becoming a Hero of war. Never giving up. The boy is amazing. And Iruka taught him. He was the first to teach him.

Iruka nods at himself and performs the hand seals again. He will train and become stronger. He has to. If it is not for himself, then it must be for his students, for Naruto. He smiles and concentrates on his chakra again.

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“What about you Iruka?” Genma folds his arms over each other and looks at the teacher occupying the desk of the Mission Room. “Are you up for some training?”

Iruka shrugs. “Sort of. When I get time in between my teaching and my work here at the Mission desk.” He smiles at Genma and brings his attention back to the papers in front of him. The man doesn’t need to know about his failures with clones.

“I heard that even Morino Ibiki trains. Well, I don’t know when he does it. Nobody ever sees  him.” Genma snorts, turns sideways and looks at the door. “Then again, we know nothing about his private life either. We don’t even know which kind of sex he prefers.” He sighs.

Iruka raises one eyebrow. “Which kind of sex?” he asks. He blinks and bites the inside of his cheek. “Why would you care?” And why is he asking Genma about it. There is nothing interesting about the Head of Interrogation.

“Well, we know you are interested in  men. And that Gai definitely has a thing for Anko. And that Kakashi likes his porn.” Genma looks over his shoulder. “Morino-san is a man who is very private. It makes is more interesting to think about it.” He shrugs and brings his attention back to the door he is supposed to be watching. “I mean, we know that you prefer men. We don’t know who you are interested in, so that is what makes us curious. It is always what we don’t know what makes us curious.”

Iruka’s cheeks heath up and he turns his gaze back to his desk again. In his mind he curses. How did they find out about his preferences? And how in the world is that linked to Morino Ibiki?

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Iruka stares at the picture in front of him. Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke and Kakashi are staring at him. He got the picture from Naruto, just the day after it was made. He smiles at it, reaches out and lies it flat on his desk. He can’t do it. It is no use. He hangs his head in shame. He keeps on thinking about what Genma said, in the Mission Room. About himself and about Morino. He shakes his head and sighs. He wants to get better, but his mind is filled with thoughts that are not helping him. He keeps on thinking about Morino and his sexual preferences. Morino Ibiki and sex. He bites his lip. What is the man likes other men? How would he have sex? With the other person blindfolded? with himself being in utter control?

He rolls his eyes at himself, he should not think about it. It has no use. Even if the man prefers other men, he will certainly not prefer Iruka. That thought is so unreal that even Kakashi would give up his porn quicker. He has to concentrate. That is the only way he will get better. He performs the hand seals and closes his eyes. His chakra moves and he smiles. He did it. And it was twice today. He opens his eyes and wonders how long the clone will hold.

He widens his eyes. He is not staring at a clone that looks like himself. The clone is bigger, more masculine. It is not a clone. It is Morino Ibiki.

“Close your eyes,” Morino Ibiki says. His voice is low and it feels dangerous.

Iruka blinks and takes a step back. Morino Ibiki is standing in front of him. He glances around, searching for an open door. How did the Head of Interrogation get into his apartment. And, perhaps more important, why? And where did his clone go?

Ibiki steps forwards and grabs Iruka’s hands. “Close your eyes,” he demands.

Iruka shakes his head and clenches his hands together. “What? Why?” He bites his lip and glances around once more, this time checking for a way to escape.

Ibiki grunts, chuckles and leans towards Iruka, capturing his lips with his own. Iruka freezes. Ibiki is kissing him. On his lips. With his own lips. For real. Soft lips, softer than he could ever imagine. He finds himself moaning at the contact. Moaning and longing.

Ibiki breaks the kiss and moves his hand down Iruka’s stomach. Iruka’s breath hitches and he swallows. He opens his mouth, only to get kissed again. Ibiki’s hand sneaks inside Iruka’s pants and grabs his cock. He strokes it slowly, smirking in the kiss. The hand moves faster, stops, fiddles with Iruka’s balls and repeats the fast movement. Iruka’s breath hitches and he throws his head back.

There is no more room for thoughts. Iruka is panting now. Panting and moaning, arching his back towards the man. He bites his lips and shakes his head. “Close,” he is says. He closes his eyes. “Fuck, Ibiki, I am close.” Ibiki ignores his words and continues. That drives Iruka over the edge.

And with a loud ‘poof’ Ibiki disappears. His memories flood into Iruka and he sinks through his knees. Fuck. He made a clone. And that clone henged into Ibiki. And then that clone gave him a hand job.

Iruka brings a hand to his head and groans. Well, at least, his clone lasted longer than before. He shakes his head and sighs. The clone even lasted longer than he did.