Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the characters contained therein, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto who is kind enough to let fans write fiction. I make no profit from this nor do I intend to.

A/N: sorry about page breaks (lack of)- I can't get them to work properly on ff net...lemon follows.

Re-write as of 10/2012

Chapter 10

~Fujiwara-san Takes Control~

Both Hiroshi and Ayumu looked out the back window towards Ibiki's apartment. They turned back to each other and simultaneously – laughed.

[Hiraku]

Ayumu left for her studio just as the sun was coming up. She hadn't seen or spoken to Ibiki in little over a week. After spending the most intense three days of her life with Ibiki suddenly being without him was making her a bit anxious, if not sad. As infuriating as their parting was, she still wanted to see him. If they couldn't talk then at least to just look at him, but she hadn't even caught a glimpse of him from the backyard. His balcony door had been closed and no matter the time of day or night (not that she was stalking him or anything) it never looked as if anyone was home. She would have loved to ask Fujiwara-san about him, but she just couldn't bring herself to. In fact, Fujiwara-san had been suspiciously mum about her and Ibiki. When she met up with the woman the next day at the studio Fujiwara-san acted as if nothing happened. That made her more than suspicious- it scared her. The woman was her sensei's widow, and when he died she felt that it was her job to pick up the torch. Since then Fujiwara-san always 'kept an eye out for her', but what that really meant was that the woman felt she had carte blanche to every aspect of Ayumu's life. Not that Ayumu really minded. The woman was a true diamond in the rough. Her heart was in the right place and she truly did love and care about Ayumu, and even Hiroshi for that fact -though you would never know it by seeing the two of them together. Ayumu just felt that there was something amiss.

As Ayumu turned the corner to her shop she could see a few people gathered outside it. As she walked up to them and was finally able to see what all the commotion was about she gave a loud cry. Someone had broken into the shop and totally trashed it. Tables were up-turned, bottles over-turned, and glass smashed. It was a disaster. Worse yet the large stained glass window that she had been working on (for a very heavy commission- she had planned on getting the roof fixed with the profit) was in rack and ruin. Ayumu didn't know if she should shit or go insane. She must have screamed so loud in frustration that the next door antique dealer rushed over to her and held her tight. She could hear him, but it was as if she was in a bubble and he was outside it telling someone to go get Fujiwara-san, and quick.

She was still being held by the dealer when Fujiwara-san came striding in. Everyone braced themselves for a virtual explosion of fireworks. It never came. For about two minutes she took stock of things and started to quietly but efficiently get people to clean up and put away. She was like a seasoned general maneuvering her troops. People did as she asked. Once the clean up was in motion she came over to Ayumu and took her from the dealer (who looked a little put out, as he had been romantically eying Ayumu for quite some time now) and held her firmly but gently to her. She began to rhythmically stroke Ayumu's back as one would do to a scared child. Ayumu just softly cried against the woman. Then she started to babble.

"Oh Fujiwara-san, my life sucks! I seem to be getting myself into one mess after another. I feel like my life is so out of control. I can't make any headway…I can't make the right choices… I can't do anything right! I can't catch a break..."

Fujiwara-san just rocked her slowly and made small hushing noises. She looked into Ayumu's tear-streaked faced and wiped a few tears away. "Ibiki-kun-..." she started to say but that made Ayumu wail all the more.

"Ibiki is mad at me and won't talk to me, and I haven't seen or heard from him in over a week!"

A knowing look and a small smile came over Fujiwara-san's face. Ah, so that's how it is...something must have happened since I last saw them together...interesting, she thought to herself. The early stages of love always hurt the most. She remembered how it was between herself and her husband when they first met; talk about some rough waters...

"Don't worry Ayu-chan, things will work out. And I know how trite that sounds now, but they will – I promise," she said it with such force and conviction that Ayumu felt almost immediately better.

"Now help to pick things up a bit and we'll see what we see..." Fujiwara-san gently shoved Ayumu away and when she saw that she was well occupied she turned and quietly left the shop.

[ANBU Head Quarters]

Two ANBU were walking out the door of their building when Fujiwara-san was walking up the front steps. She was such a sight that they stopped and stared at her, and with no hint at being subtle. She was dressed in her usual work pants and top, but today her eye shadow was a startling pink, and it clashed so violently with her red hair that it almost made one nauseous to look at it. But what really drew their attention were the large, bobbling metal stars sticking out of her piled high hair. They almost look like antennae. They were mesmerizing. She pushed past them unconcerned and strode up to the front desk, where the duty officer was preoccupied with some paperwork. He visibly jolted when he looked up.

"I need to see Ibiki-kun, and now" she said with full authority. She would brook no messing around. She needed him- now.

The duty officer was no stranger to strangeness. He tried to act as nonchalant as he could when being faced with that. He slowly raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. "What may I ask is your business with Morino-san?"

Fujiwara glared at him and also leaned forward. "It is family business." She had no time for twenty questions. She hoped that maybe this would urge the matter through. Besides, as far as she was concerned Ibiki was family, and whether he liked it or not.

The man just looked back at her, looking as if he wasn't going to budge quite yet, but instead he turned to a subordinate and said something that made the man hurry off. What Fujiwara-san didn't know was that it wasn't what she said or how she said it that made him comply so quickly, but the fact that as of late Morino-san had been a bit more-unusual- lately. Everyone was walking on egg shells around him. Morino-san had spent virtually the last week literally at work; he never seemed to go home. It was said that he had been sleeping here and had immersed himself in his vocation. The man was at best an enigma, and at worst just downright scary. But lately it seemed a new dimension had been added, but no one could quite place a finger on it, but best not to tempt fate though. He certainly didn't want to be the reason for any further upset in Morino-san's life right now.

By now there was a casual gathering in the front lobby. Word had spread quickly that there was quite a character waiting to see Morino-san downstairs, and who claimed to have some family connection with him. Fujiwara-san stood out amid the cold starkness of the building like a burning torch in the night. Like any great queen Fujiwara-san paid no attention to the underlings around her. She seemed to be waiting patiently for her equal to arrive, but you could also tell that she would not wait patiently for long.

When Ibiki showed up it was if a large iceberg was making its way through the sea. Everything parted to get out of its way. He made no apologies and he strode purposefully forward. He walked straight up to Fujiwara-san and looked down at her not saying a thing.

"We need to talk..."she said, but not with her usual glare.

That was when Ibiki knew that something was really wrong. He had never seen her with such a concerned look on her face before. He motioned for her to follow him into an unused office off the lobby. He even stood aside and let her enter the room first. Without a backward glance he firmly closed the door behind them.

Outside people still milled about waiting for whatever it was to happen. They did not have long to wait. Ten minutes later Ibiki walked out the room alone, tersely told the duty officer that he was going out, and strode out the building looking neither right nor left.

A few moments later Fujiwara-san sauntered past the duty officer slowly after Ibiki, but with a smug grin on her face.

[Hiraku]

When Ibiki reached the shop he stood in the doorway and assessed the damage that was left from this morning's mayhem. The shop had been cleared pretty much of all the broken glass, but there was still an air of sadness about it. You could still feel that the room had in some way been violated. He caught sight of Ayumu sitting on a stool with her back to him She was looking down sadly at a chipped piece of glass in the shape of a very large egg. Ayumu held it almost reverently in her hands. She turned around as if almost sensing him and the look on her face had such a look of pure sorrow and loss that something in Ibiki's chest clenched tight.

"Oh Ibiki...this was the very first piece of glass that I had ever blown for my sensei. I made it when I was eleven years old, and right after he took me as his apprentice..." Ayumu reverently ran her hands over the broken glass, and sighed sadly as she put it gently aside.

Ibiki just opened his arms and waited. He didn't wait long. Ayumu walked quickly into them and gave a sigh of pure relief. She didn't cry. She didn't say a word. She just let his quite strength soothe her tired soul. Ibiki tenderly kissed the top of her head and this time it was him that took her hand. He started to lead her upstairs to the small bedroom loft that they had when they pulled all-nighters. Ayumu just looked at him in surprise and balked.

"Wait Ibiki, I really do want to talk..."

"I know, and so do I, but not here." he said as he gave her arm a gentle tug to get her moving, and slowly led her upstairs. When he opened the door he saw that the small bedroom had just a bed and two chairs in it. No personal touches could be seen. Ibiki took his coat off and placed it on one of the chairs. He then led her to the bed where he sat down and pulled her into his lap. He cradled her close to him once again, but this time she was wide awake and more importantly: sober.

He placed a kiss to her temple and breathed in the scent of her hair. He also allowed himself the luxury of rubbing his face into her curls. As he rubbed her back slowly he began to talk.

"I am a hard man, Ayumu. I have been through some hard times and done some hard things. I have seen and done things that no one should have to, but I don't regret any of it. I have experienced and survived things that no one should have to, but in a way I don't regret that either. It has made me into the man that I am today. It has made me into not only what I do but who I am. Up until recently I have had no regrets. I have never made any excuses. But now I find myself doubting all that..." he turned her chin until she was looking up at him, looking him in the eyes. "I now wish that I was somehow better in many respects, but only because of you."

Ayumu looked into his eyes with such a look of passion and understanding that it almost took Ibiki's breath away. She cradled his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss to his lips, closed her eyes, and rubbed her cheek up against his in an almost animalistic way. She could hear Ibiki's breath catch in his throat.

She opened her eyes, and still caressing his face moved to slowly pull off his Leaf head band. Ibiki stopped her with a look of almost sadness in his eyes.

"Wait, Ayu -"

Ayumu just softly kissed him again and shook her head. "No Ibiki, don't you understand yet? There is nothing about you that I find distasteful or ugly. I know what you do, and it doesn't scare me. I know how you look, and that certainly doesn't scare me. I think that you are the most beautiful person-inside and out- that I have ever known. Or ever will know. You are perfect the way you are."

He slowly dropped his hand and let her take the head band off. She looked at his scars, took his head in her hands and gently placed kisses along them. She heard Ibiki give a small moan as he pulled her tighter to him. Ayumu wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and whispered softly in his ear, "I have a confession to make as well, Ibiki."

He pulled back a bit and looked seriously into her eyes.

"When you came to the shop last week and found me sitting in the back, I was thinking about all the ways that I wasn't like the other women you know; all those Nins. I was thinking that how could a man like you want such a weak person like me?" She felt him tighten his arms and begin to speak, but she cut him off with a finger across his mouth.

"No – I have thought about this- a lot. I am so far from those women that it is almost laughable. I have no physical talent, my dyslexia seems to make me a bit slower than most, and face it Ibiki – since you have met me there has been one fuck-up after another that you have had to pull me out of..."and she laughed at this with almost a twinkle in her eye, but it was quickly replaced with another serious look.

"I see you and I see strength, endurance, intelligence, but most of all I see you- a man willing to fight and die for what he loves and believes in. You are a man whose ideals and principles are the highest of anyone that I have ever met. When you are around I feel like everything makes sense. I feel safer. But more importantly Ibiki, I see your scars as badges of honor- your honor. I know that if you had the choice you would rather not have them, but to me they are the most beautiful thing about you because they reflect the man who could not be taken down or compromised. Wear them proudly; I know I am proud of you."

Ayumu kissed him once again on the lips softly, but as the time before their need for each other pushed through.

Ibiki ran his tongue along her lips and snaked his way in. She quickly met it with her own and caressed it with growing need. All the while they were rubbing and caressing any and every part of each other that they could. Ibiki took off his gloves without breaking the kiss and pulled Ayumu's hair out of its wayward ponytail, burying his hands in it. Her hair was as soft and luxurious as he had imagined. He broke the kiss and just buried his face in the mass, soaking up the scent and texture like a man starved.

"How could you ever think that you weren't desirable? That I wouldn't find you desirable?" he said within the mass of her hair. "It is because you aren't like them is the reason that I find myself so drawn to you. From the minute that I saw you I couldn't help but want more...I couldn't help but be drawn to you."

Running her hands down the front of his shirt she worried the buttons holding it together. Looking up at him shyly she seemed to wait for something from him.

Ibiki nodded and loosened his hold around her in silent acquiescence.

Ayumu started to undue his shirt and help him out of it. As she opened his shirt she was given her first glance of his torso – it was incredible. Many scars traversed the wide width of it, but the musculature beneath them was firm and very well sculpted. A light smattering of dark hair ran across his chest, down his flat stomach and disappeared further below. She bent to kiss his chest and rubbed against it like a kitten. He was warm, soft, and solid.

Ibiki gently placed Ayumu to the side and stood to fully remove his shirt. Ayumu took that time to scoot further onto the bed and just look at him. She openly and unabashedly drank her fill. He really was an impressive looking man who stood tall and proud. There was not an ounce of fat on him and whose body was well defined and solid. The artist in her appreciated his pure physical presence while the woman in her appreciated his pure masculinity. He took her breath away.

He knelt down in front of Ayumu and the bed and slowly took each foot in his hands and removed her shoes. Running a hand up each leg he stopped at her upper thigh and leaned forward to place a soft kiss of her mouth. He wanted to give her time to call a halt if she wanted, but he was met with no resistance, so he continued his journey up to the waist of her pants. Ibiki slowly unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, throwing them onto the nearest chair. He then slowly ran his hands down her inner thighs and placed small kisses where his hands had been. He could feel her start to shake, and in appreciation he saw her hands grab the bed's comforter in response to his touch. Ibiki very slowly maneuvered her closer so that her hips were on the edge of the bed, and forcing her to lie fully back. He then put her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head to her center. He breathed her scent in. He rubbed his face against the moist crotch of her panties, and placed a small kiss reverently there.

Ayumu quivered at his gentleness, the tenderness that he used. When she felt him lick her through her panties she started to shake even harder. She felt him pull the clothing aside and felt his lips on hers for the first time. A large shudder passed through her and she arched up slightly in order to grab securely onto his forearms. Somehow at one point Ibiki had managed to pull them off entirely and lay a full open kiss against her center. She couldn't help but cry out and hold onto him tighter. His tongue started to swirl around her swollen clit – running up and down each side. When he finally took it in his mouth and suck she squealed. Her hips started to undulate all on their own, hoping to gather as much sensation as possible. Ayumu grabbed the back of his head with one hand and held him close as she rode his face. When he moved his tongue to her opening and started to thrust in and out she gave such a body jerk that Ibiki had to hold her thighs down with both hands. He maneuvered one hand away and replaced his tongue with two fingers, but only to return to lave her clit with his tongue. By now Ayumu was almost out of control. She started to undulate almost uncontrollably as his mouth and fingers picked up their pace.

Ayumu had never had this done to her before. Her one and only brief association before this had been unsatisfying and embarrassing to say the least. Ayumu's only experience with sex had been nothing more than a few uncomfortable grappling's in the dark. Nothing like this. She never knew that such pleasure could be found.

"Ibiki! More...don't...don't stop... Oh Gods...now..."

She was babbling and thrashing her head side to side. Her back was arched and her feet pointed in tension. When he looked upwards he was met with the picture of pure, feminine desire. And all because of him. What he was doing. This beautiful creature was in the throes of uncontrollable passion because of the feelings that he gave her. It spurned him onwards. The taste and smell of her fueled his need for her. She tasted like the smoothest, richest liquor he had ever tasted. He could imagine himself getting drunk off of her.

He felt her start to climax as she tensed tightly around his plunging fingers. Her crying became frantic and her body started to tense up even more. Suddenly she came in a large, full-body climax as she grasped both his hands. Ayumu screamed his name and shuddered uncontrollably. He slowly licked her clean as she came down from her high. He brought his head up and leaned forward to kiss her.

Ayumu could taste herself on his lips, in his mouth. It was the most erotic thing to her. When he pulled back to admire his handiwork she felt no shame at being so exposed to him. Even with her blouse still on and totally naked from the waist down she just felt right. With shaky hands she started to unbutton her blouse, but Ibiki just put her legs back to the bed and lightly pushed her hands away.

"No, let me..." he said as he slowly opened her to his perusal. It was like he was opening the best present ever. He didn't want to rush a thing. Ayumu was still shaky enough that he had to help her pull her shirt off. When he took her bra off (he noted with pleasure that she was too well endowed for using regular bindings) he gazed upon her naked form for the first time. She truly was as lush as he first thought. She was round and soft in all the right places, and her breasts were the most beautiful things that he had ever seen. They were well-endowed without being comical, and the nipples were a dusky rose color that begged for him to take them in his mouth. Ibiki pushed her further up on the bed and followed her, coming to rest between her thighs. When he bent to take a nipple in his mouth Ayumu sighed out with pure, one hundred percent feminine pleasure.

So maybe they aren't made just to feed young, she thought in a haze of arousal. When he pulled on the nipple with suction she swore that she could feel the wonderful sensation all the way down to her toes. Ibiki swirled a hardened peak with his tongue, and with the other he slowly ran it between his fingers. He was moaning and groaning in pleasure. He would alternate between breasts; his mouth would suck and lick at one and then the other. Ibiki even at one point put his face between them and buried himself within their softness.

All the while her hands were rubbing restlessly up and down his shoulders and arms. She started to stroke her way down his torso and move to the front of his pants. When she rubbed against the bulge there he threw his head back and groaned.

"Ayu, have mercy – take me out..." he said staring intently down at her.

She looked up and met eyes almost glazed over in lust. Ibiki raised himself up a bit so she could undo the front of his pants. He helped her slide his pants down and soon his boxers followed. Once again Ibiki stood to fully take his clothing off, and they too were thrown aside onto the ever growing heap of discarded clothing. He then quickly came back and settled himself once again between her thighs.

She took him in her hands for the first time. He was fascinating to her. The length and breadth of his hardness was covered in smooth skin, and when she started to rhythmically stroke him up and down she could hear and feel his breath hitching in his chest. Ayumu wanted more. She wanted to give him the same pleasure that he had given her. So she moved her legs so that now she was between his and scooted down. He was raised above her face, and when she gave a timid lick to the tip he cried out. That was all she needed. Ayumu took him fully in her mouth and sucked – hard. She would pay him back for what he had done to her. With one hand she stroked him up and down and with the other she cupped his balls and started to squeeze, all the while still slowly taking more and more of him in her mouth.

Ibiki was braced above her looking down. The combination of watching her actions and feeling their results was almost too much. He started to shake and shudder. He buried a hand in her mane, threw back his head with his eyes tightly closed, and started to move in her mouth. Her tongue was running up and down, back and around, and all the while her mouth was sucking him in. Ibiki felt himself coming undone. Cries were coming from him that he barely recognized as being his own. He didn't think that he could last much longer. He wanted to come while buried deep inside of her, while she was moving beneath him and coming with him. Ibiki wanted to live out his fantasy that he had while relieving himself in the office last week. If he didn't stop her now he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming in her mouth. He couldn't hold on much longer. Ibiki gently cupped her cheek and pulled himself away.

"No, not like this...I want to do this together," he said as he pulled her back up and once again resting between her legs.

He looked down at her as he placed himself at her entrance. He looked to see if there was any hesitation or regret on her face. Ayumu returned his gaze lovingly and kissed him softly, and as he started to push in she raised her hips and rammed him in to the hilt. Both gasped out loud, and neither moved. It was the most incredible feeling that either of them had ever experienced. For her it wasn't just the wonderful sensation of being filled, but she swore that she could feel through him everything that he was feeling. For him being buried deep within her, clenched around him he felt as if she was welcoming him home. They were connected in the most intimate manner that two people could be, and whatever bond that they felt they previously had was nothing in comparison to this. They truly were as one, and then they started to move as one.

Ibiki grasped her shoulders from underneath and Ayumu wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. The rhythm that was set was slow and steady, but as their pleasure started to mount it became more frantic, needier. Long deep strokes started to become faster and harder. Ibiki watched through a haze as her breasts bounced with every delicious thrust. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were tightly closed. All either could do was just feel. In between moaning and crying out they kissed whatever part of the other they could touch. Ayumu let his shoulders go and held his face in her hands.

"Faster, Ibiki...harder!"

Ibiki complied. He sat up and drew her legs over his forearms, and proceeded to jack hammer into her.

Ayumu gasped.

"Ayu, you're so tight...You're so… fucking… tight!" was all Ibiki could snarl out as he slammed repeatedly into her.

Ayumu placed he hands flat against the bed and raised her hips in the age old silent plea of offering. Nothing could be heard in the room but harsh breathing, cries, and the bed board slamming up against the wall. All the five senses were fast becoming over loaded. Neither could stop the rush. They came together in a harsh but magnificent display as their bodies, endorphins and emotions all collided together. Ibiki roared and Ayumu screamed, and both clutched the other as if never wanting to let go.

As Ibiki slowly ramped down his thrusts he could feel Ayumu's body shiver and quake in the after-math. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were parted as she breathed heavily. He placed his head in the crook of her neck and rested against her, breathing slowly and coming back down to normal. Ayumu clutched him tightly and ran her hands up and down his head, placing soft kisses against him.

Ayumu gave a small moan of disappointment as he pulled out of her, but he quickly moved to her side and gathered her in closely, securely against him. As he buried his face once again into her soft hair and started to drift off in their afterglow, his body finally said in relief:yes.