DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Naruto. I do NOT make any profit from this fan-fiction. I wrote this for my pure enjoyment.
CLAIMER: I OWN my original character Matsushita Kiseki.
WARNING: This is a MALE X MALE / SLAH fan-fiction. If you DO NOT like same-sex relationships, then this story may not be for you.
BETA: There is no beta reader for this fan-fiction, so there will be mistakes that I have missed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: You know…I always had a soft spot for Ibiki.
RATED M FOR A REASON!
-Mature Content Ahead-
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It was one of Morino Ibiki's rare days off from heading Konoha's Torture and Interrogation department. A nice warm breeze blew through the open balcony doors of the man's apartment. Ibiki lay on his side near the balcony with his head propped up by one hand. A smirk graced his scarred face as he moved his other hand up and down, dangling a thin stick that had a ball of fluff at the end. White fluffy paws swiped up at the toy, the golden eyed kitten on its back and nothing else in the world on its mind.
"Your owner will be home soon," Ibiki murmured, his deep baritone rumbling with amusement at the thought of the kitten's purple haired owner.
Deep plum hued hair and slate gray eyes drifted across Ibiki's mind and his smirk gentled. The kitten's owner, Matsushita Kiseki, had moved into the apartment complex a month ago. Being neighbors, Ibiki took it upon himself to do a background check on the twenty-two year old male. The chunin who specializes in poisons and medicine works at the hospital with the occasional C-rank and B-rank missions as the team's medic.
Every time Ibiki was home during the day, Kiseki's kitten would pay him a visit and demand attention while her owner worked. Although the two men have yet to actually meet face to face, Ibiki suspected Kiseki knew exactly where his troublesome kitten got around to. The sound of a door opening and closing came from next door and Ibiki lowered the toy for the kitten to capture.
"Fuwa-chan, I'm home," Kiseki's voice called out.
Ibiki found himself smiling. Of course naming a ball of fur 'fluffy' was unoriginal, but the scarred man found it oddly endearing. At the sound of her owner's voice calling for her, Fuwa scrambled up onto her paws and raced out onto Ibiki's balcony where the kitten proceeded to leap over the railing separating Ibiki's and Kiseki's apartments. If he listened closely, Ibiki could hear a can being opened and knew Fuwa was about to get tuna. He chuckled, rolling until he was laying completely on his back. Tucking his hands behind his head, Ibiki closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm breeze and sunlight pouring in.
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"Fuwa-chan, how was your day? Did you meet any new friends?" Kiseki asked his kitten as she meowed in greeting, her fluffy body weaving in and out of his legs.
Setting down the saucer of tuna for Fuwa to enjoy, Kiseki moved to the counter and sat down to eat his own dinner of a store bought bento that contained karaage, rice, and a small salad. Breaking his chopsticks, Kiseki gave thanks before digging in.
"My day was okay. I helped Midori-chan and Nao-kun in the children's ward today. I was even allowed to help with a surprise delivery," Kiseki spoke cheerful as he recalled his busy day to Fuwa. "They were so cute, Fuwa-chan. Not as cute as you though, so don't be jealous."
Kiseki paused from taking a bite of his salad, tilting his head as he listened closely. He could have sworn he had heard a laugh. Pushing that thought away, he continued eating and telling his beloved kitten about his day.
"And you know what, Fuwa-chan? Biwa-san said that I'm talented in poison extraction that he said he is going to show me a new technique tomorrow," Kiseki voiced in excitement.
Fuwa meowed, looking up at her owner with large golden eyes. Kiseki practically melted at the sight of her.
"Awe, Fuwa-chan, you're so cute!" Kiseki stated with pure adoration in his slate gray eyes.
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Inside his office in Konoha's T.I. Division, Ibiki mulled over some recently acquired information on one of Kiseki's co-workers.
"Biwa Nakamura a thirty-two year old chunin medic specializing in burn care with a minor in virology," Ibiki spoke quietly to himself as he looked over the medic's personnel records. "Why would he be teaching poison extraction techniques when he doesn't even work in that sector?"
Ibiki told himself that he was only curious about his neighbor's co-workers. There was a twinge in his gut and he did not care for it. Ibiki frowned.
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Kiseki hummed a light tune as he made his way towards Biwa's office that the blonde shared with Tanaka Ito. Knocking on the door once he arrived, the deep plum haired male entered the office as the sound of Biwa greeting him. Slate orbs glanced around and noticed Tanaka missing.
"Right on time, Matsu-kun," Biwa voiced with a grin as he moved around his desk to be closer to Kiseki. "Ito-san had something to take care of, so it's just the two of us."
Nodding in understanding, Kiseki shut the door behind him and smiled at the blonde haired, pink eyed male even if he did not care for him shortening his last name.
"Thank you for this, Biwa-san. I had no idea there was a new extraction technique," Kiseki stated.
Biwa waved his words off with a chuckle.
"It's no problem at all, Matsu-kun. I learned it while in River Country. Here, look at this," Biwa said, motioning to a diagram covering his desk.
Stepping over to the desk, Kiseki's slate orbs scanned the diagram with happy curiosity. Biwa shifted behind Kiseki, placing a hand on the surface of his desk to the left of Kiseki and leaning around the deep plum haired male's right shoulder.
"Ah, Biwa-san?" Kiseki stuttered as the blonde moved closer until his front was pressed against Kiseki's back.
"See right here, Matsu-kun?" Biwa asked, motioning his right hand down at the diagram while taking a sniff of the younger male's sweet floral scent. "Kami you smell divine."
Kiseki flinched as Biwa's wet tongue dipped out to taste the curve of his ear. Kiseki jerked back, but Biwa's arms trapped him against the desk.
"Bi-Biwa-san, what are you doing?" Kiseki demanded, a deep scarlet blush dusting his cheeks as the blonde trailed a hand up his hip.
"I've watched you for a while now, Matsu-kun. You're so…innocent," Biwa said against the side of Kiseki's neck while grinding his hardening member against round globes.
Slate orbs widened and Kiseki twisted around while drawing back a fist.
"HENTAI!" Kiseki shouted just as the office door slammed open.
Kiseki's fist made contact with Biwa's surprised face and the blonde flew out of the door only to crash through the wall opposite. Kiseki panted, his face flushed scarlet as slate orbs locked onto obsidian.
"I see that my interference is unnecessary," The man standing at the entrance stated, his deep baritone causing a shiver to run down Kiseki's spine.
The man was tall, possibly a full head taller than Kiseki, and ruggedly handsome. The two scars running across his face doing nothing to distract from that handsomeness. His shoulders were broad and it was then Kiseki realized he had a weakness for broad shoulders. Kiseki's flush darkened.
"Are you okay?"
The stranger wearing the T.I. Division's gray uniform with a long black trench coat and black closed toed boots. His Konoha hitai-ate was worn like a bandana that covered the top of his head.
"I'm fine," Kiseki managed to whisper, just realizing how rumpled he must appear. "I'll take my leave now."
"I'm Morino Ibiki," The stranger called out before Kiseki could disappear down the hall.
Kiseki paused and glanced back at the man.
"Matsushita Kiseki," he introduced himself before hurrying off.
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Three weeks have passed since the incident that had happened at work. Ever since then, Kiseki had not seen hide or hair of Biwa Nakamura…not that he was surprised. Just thinking about what happened embarrassed the purple haired male. Kiseki lay curled up on his couch staring out of his balcony window while cuddling Fuwa to his chest.
"He was so handsome, Fuwa-chan," Kiseki whispered to his kitten. "He was going to show Biwa-baka how to act right, I just know it."
Fuwa meowed softly, nuzzling her head against Kiseki's chin and he smiled.
"He told me his name. Do you want to know it?" Kiseki asked, cheeks taking on a pink hue. "Morino Ibiki-san."
He exhaled almost dreamily just thinking about those obsidian orbs and broad, broad shoulders.
"I wonder if I'll ever see him again," Kiseki whispered before hiding his growing smile against the couch pillow.
Fuwa hopped off of him and darted out of the balcony doors.
"Fuwa-chan?" Kiseki called out as he quickly stood up and stepped onto his balcony.
His cheeks bloomed scarlet at the sight of his kitten being cradled in the arms of his daydream.
"Hello, Morino-san," Kiseki greeted softly, biting his bottom lip as he struggled not to fidget under the man's intense gaze.
"Matsushita-san," Ibiki returned the greeting with a slight nod of his head, not stopping in petting Fuwa.
"Aa, thank you for keeping Fuwa-chan company," Kiseki suddenly voiced, his slate orbs shining in happiness as he realized this was his neighbor Fuwa loved to visit.
Ibiki's hand faltered at the cute expression being aimed up at him. Lacing his fingers together, Kiseki smiled up at Ibiki.
"I would very much like to go on a date with you, Morino-san. I mean…if you're not seeing anyone that is," Kiseki voiced determinedly, the pink hue dusting his cheeks taking on a darker tone despite his smile never wavering.
Ibiki's mind went blank. This beautiful man wanted to go out on a date with him? Ibiki unconsciously frowned. There was no way this adorable specimen would want such a scarred man.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Ibiki asked without realizing the words leaving his mouth.
Kiseki's head tilted in confusion.
"Why would I be afraid of you, Mornio-san? You were about to save me," Kiseki stated honestly.
Ibiki was silent for a moment.
"Are you busy tonight?" Ibiki finally asked, straightening his posture.
Kiseki's smile grew.
"Not at all."
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Kiseki nuzzled his face against the bare muscular chest beneath him, the strong arms wrapped securely around his waist brought the purple haired male comfort in his sleepy state. A deep chuckle rumbled underneath him and Kiseki inhaled Ibiki's familiar scent of sage and cedar.
"Mmm, so warm," Kiseki mumbled against Ibiki's chest, his eyes fluttering open at the feel of Ibiki's hand running soothing circles along his lower back.
A month of dating and getting to know one another has passed. For the longest, Kiseki could only ever get kisses and light touches from his boyfriend…and Morino Ibiki was definitely a keeper. Kiseki had finally managed to get Ibiki to let down his guard and convinced (read: manipulated) the man into having his way with Kisei. Kiseki sighed happily at the telltale burn of their previous activities.
"You're such a sneaky minx," Ibiki voiced huskily and Kiseki muffled his laugh by nipping at Ibiki's right shoulder blade where one of many love bites decorated lightly tanned skin.
He really did have a weakness for broad shoulders. Large calloused hands ran down Kiseki's back and all the way down to the purple haired man's thighs. Pressing his palms flat against Ibiki's toned chest, Kiseki leaned up until he was straddling the taller man's waist. Ibiki groaned softly as Kiseki grind his bottom against his straining erection. Sitting up, Ibiki captured kiss swollen lips in an open mouth kiss as he maneuvered Kiseki onto his hard shaft. Kiseki moaned into their kiss, his tight walls threatening to throw Ibiki right back over the edge.
Kiseki arched his back as Ibiki slammed his hips up, striking the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. Ibiki took the chance of having Kiseki's throat bared to him to devour the purple haired male's neck. Nails bit crescents into Ibiki's shoulders and he groaned at the pleasurable pain it brought. Slate gray orbs were blown wide from the euphoria running through Kiseki and the purple haired man latched onto Ibiki's shoulder as his nails trailed down the larger man's back. Kiseki's orgasm rocked through his system. Ibiki practically moaned at the fire burning his skin from Kiseki's nails and his orgasm followed swiftly. Falling back onto his bed, Ibiki brought a panting Kiseki with him. Rolling over, Ibiki settled between Kiseki's thighs and smirked down at the wide slate orbs still clouded by pleasure.
"Again?" Kiseki moaned in disbelief, his fingernails digging into Ibiki's shoulders even as the man's renewed stamina made itself known inside Kiseki.
Ibiki moved in a slow and gentle manner, Kiseki's breath shuddering as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Too much," Kiseki moaned, slate pools locking onto dark obsidian.
Ibiki covered Kiseki's parted lips with his own in a soft languid kiss. He laced his large hand with one of Kiseki's, the purple haired man's other hand biting lines into Ibiki's lower back.
"Ib-Ibiki!" Kiseki cried out, his overly stimulated body racking from his third orgasm.
Kiseki's body went limp as Ibiki came a final time. Collapsing beside him, Ibiki drew Kiseki into his arms. Kiseki automatically snuggled up against the larger man, hooking one leg over Ibiki's hip. This had Ibiki chuckle, his arms tightening around the smaller male.
"Remind me to thank Fuwa," Ibiki whispered against Kiseki's ear, earning him a tired mumble. "She led me to you."
Kiseki's mouth curved into a smile. He would need to thank Fuwa too.