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Part eight. It's short, but I like it.
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Ibiki grunted, the most noise Gaara had gotten out of him until then. He pushed harder, rubbing his fingers into Ibiki's tense neck until he relaxed a margin.
"You really are too tense." said Gaara, his voicing rasping against Ibiki's throat.
"I have an important job..."
"So do I." chuckled Gaara. Ibiki was slouched against the hark-backed chair, half asleep. Gaara had found his boyfriend in his office in a state of lethargy, working his third shift in a row. Even Gaara didn't work that much...usually.
He'd teleported Ibiki to his hotel room so he could get him to relax and maybe spend some time together uninterrupted.
He leaned in to kiss the muscular man, and Ibiki smiled sleepily. Ibiki really must be tired, he mused, or else he'd never let Gaara give him a massage.
"You're good at this." murmured Ibiki.
Gaara dragged him (a difficult task) to his couch and pushed him down on it. "Shut up, Ibiki. You're such a workaholic."
"So are you."
"I'm allowed." retorted Gaara, smirking. He forced himself onto the couch, not caring that it was too small for both of them. He wrapped himself around Ibiki and breathed deeply. Ibiki was warm and smelled nice, like dark chocolate. Snuggled against the big man, he let go of his problems for once. He knocked Ibiki's headband off and ran his calloused fingers over Ibiki's scalp, making Ibiki tighten his grip on Gaara's involuntarily. "Go to sleep, you big idiot."He felt Ibiki's chest rumble and knew he was laughing. He let his eyes close and smiled. Sleep. How strange. He was sleeping.
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