Swing life away
"Lets compare scars at my apartment" he had said with that smile of his. Lets compare scars. He could tell which ones who would have the worst but still… why did Iruka want to compare scars with him? "I already know who has the worse" he grumbled.
Iruka still smiled cheerfully and grabbed Ibiki's hand as they crossed the streets of Konoha, not caring who saw or if Ibiki was unsure if he was being clear or breaking up "Iruka…am I still your charm?" he asked quietly as he was lead to Iruka's home ' or am I just bad luck' he questioned. Iruka laughed softly and stopped, pulling the burly man closer "Ibiki…its been just a month…yes" soft brown eyes stared up at him under long black lashes "your still my charm and I don't know anyone I rather swing my life away with" was the answer.
Ibiki smiled slightly and covered Iruka's pouty lips softly with his own "swing life away Iruka?" he chuckled. Iruka giggled softly and continued to tug Ibiki with him "yes, I swing my life…others can walk it, jump it or even dance it away…I swing" he said as they stopped on the porch, Iruka fumbling with one hand in his pocket to find his keys, his fingers numb in the cold winter "summers really are over to soon you know, leaves me cold" he laughed again.
Ibiki just hummed and wrapped one arm around Iruka's slender form "then I'll warm you…koi" he whispered softly, his lips twitching as Iruka shuddered against him. He found his keys and opened the door and for a moment Ibiki was reminded about his ANBU fiends that he hardly knew yet wouldn't traded for the world. Iruka's house was just as dark… until he hit the light switch. For being a teacher on minimum wage Iruka seemed to get by just fine if his well kept apartment was any indication "I think I love your apartment Iruka…" he said softly as the body in his arms pulled away and tugged him inside, hands never leaving each other.
Iruka sent her a quick smile "I do hope you love me to and just not my apartment" he teased. Ibiki lips twisted in a smile and pulled him back into his muscled arms "I do…and I figured that if love was labour then I be your slave" he whispered as he turned Iruka around, pressing his lips to the side of Iruka's tan neck, feeling the pulse underneath the skin. Iruka wrapped his arms around Ibiki's muscular neck as Ibiki's hands dove under vest and shirt.
Memorizing with his fingertips, Ibiki felt scars…not just the scars on Iruka's warm back but underneath the skin to "my scars are on the surface… but yours are under…" he whispered and felt Iruka's pulse flutter. Iruka's eyes were closed as he smiled "yes…most of mine are under" he murmured as his own hands traced the scars on Ibiki's neck before loosening the bandana covering his head. Ibiki stilled his hands on the scar Iruka gained form Mizuki "…then we are even" he whispered as he pulled his lips away from the pulse, to crush his scarred lips to Iruka's as his warm, gloved hands pressed the lithe form against his own.
"Lets unwrite the pages and rewrite them ourselves….and swing our life away" he whispered, Iruka giggling up at him. Ibiki smirked lightly and pushed Iruka against a wall, making short work with the chuunin vest and the shirt underneath it "lets…." the chocolate tanned chuunin said softly, pinned against the wall by his love. So far, swinging his life away seemed to work better then just walking it.
Later that night, as Iruka laid sleeping contently and sedated on his chest Ibiki might had taken a few moments to consider what he had done…but he was to damn pleased. He smirked, damn if swinging ones life wasn't the best he come over
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AN:…. I wrote this while I hadn't slept in 2 and a half day…then I perfected it slightly. I like IbiIru XD