Part 3.
The plain grey stone room was uncomfortable; almost unearthly hot, heated from the hours of hard work each man inside it had toiled. Each sharply aware the count down on Iruka's sanity was dwindling to almost nothing.
The air stank of sex, burnt ozone, blood and fear. Ibiki hated to smell fear unless it was on one of his guests, detested to see it from people he called friends even when they shun him. Instead the large man shut-off into mission mode, his thoughts no longer milling about, he could concentrate on how Genma's sweating body moved while still diligently striving to save their suffering friend.
Running his large hand over a blackened wall, Ibiki's heat Jitsu infused hand left behind a wide and deep impression of his keen frustration. Burning off his own chakra first, thus making room so that he could steal more from Iruka. It might be warring, like adding weighted clothing, yet Ibiki was willing to endure.
Ibiki was well aware that most of his 'special' talents also came with extra drawbacks, like the acid feel of an alien chakra flowing through his body. He understood pain, suffering and a multitude of other human emotions, could predict a guests reactions long before they fell into his traps.
Genma raised his now dry, cracked and swollen lips from around Iruka's ridiculously hard pulsing cock. As another stream of blood tainted cum shot from the restrained man adding to the copious mess covering the teacher.
whose honey eyes told Ibiki more than he wished, Genma was beginning to crack under the strain and asking more of him would be pointless. Pointless, cruel and damaging, only a cold hearted monster would demand the Special Jonin continue.
"Ka…K…" The scream muted compared to ones before Iruka let lose one each climax.
Raidou bleary eyed looked up from the corner where he had been half huddled half curled, catching his breath. A pile of their clothing including Ibiki's supple leather always present trench coat and uniform outer shirt, made Raidou's current impromptu pallet. That harrowing sound of Iruka in so much distress was eating at his soul, Raidou planed to beat Kakashi's head against something solid once this was over.
No matter how well the torture expert had looked after the Jonin, whose face held scars like a rippling wave over one cheek and down on to his shoulder. It was still coming up four hours of mad sexual activity with little time between to recover. Yes he was thankful for those stressful brakes while Ibiki worked his dark charms on Iruka, who would end up screaming more than when they forced yet another orgasm out of the hurting male.
With shaky slow steps, Genma moved from Iruka's restrained body as though on the verge of collapse. Ibiki brushed the exhorted special Jonin on the shoulder with his available last cool bottle of water, covered head tilting over to Raidou's direction. The order was clear to both life mates, Ibiki would once more take the brunt of Iruka's desperate situation. Even if that meant also taking over the sexual side that Ibiki had so far left in their hands. Genma could see that the quiet man took no pleasure in using his unusual skills, unlike how gossip liked to make Ibiki into a complete barstard.
While the two life-mates switched the cool bottle between them, Raidou backing more into the wall to make room for Genma. They both hurt in placers best not thought about, felt over used muscles burn out protests, they had used every trick in getting Iruka off. Still it looked like everything was going to be pointless, a hopeless battle, without Kakashi. Without Kakashi's arrival Iruka could not complete this bonding process and would go insane if he was unlucky not to die.
Ibiki once more wrapped his hands about Iruka's hips, concentrating hard while he mixed his chakra with the struggling man. This time the pained cries and dry sobs was weaker from Iruka, as slowly Ibiki set about siphoning off a little of the build up chakra.
He happened to be the only one with any clothing remaining on; as he had been for quite some time. Having clothing helped Ibiki feel in control, while Iruka's frantic emotion and frenzied lust all transferred into his very own system. Like a viral-domino effect Ibiki's large cock strain against his uniform pants, hard as hell and no place to burry himself. Ibiki would later consider also murdering Kakashi if he did not walk through that door soon.
Fluffy: Would any one else like to hit Kakashi for being and ass?
Plot bunny: or is he *grins evil* tune in for the next installment. *flogs Fluffy* edit harder woman you don't need food or sleep damn it.
Fluffy: *Whimpers* Hey I do have other fic's you know.
Crack bunny: So?
