Two Scarred Souls Heal Each Other
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. They belong to their respective authors and publishing/media companies.
Warning: Yaoi/Slash. Eventually Harry/Ibiki. Please don't read if its not your cup of tea.
Author's Note: Yup. I suck as a human being. I will try to do better. NaNoWriMo is kicking my tail too. Good times, good times.
Once again, thank you to all the readers, reviewers, people who favorite-ed this story. Thank you for still sticking with me even through my unofficial hiatus.
This chapter is currently not beta. All mistakes and errors are mine.
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Chapter 11: 'The Talk'
Evening, Apothecary Cafe
Naruto grumbled unhappily under his breath as he quickly made his way to the Apothecary Cafe.
"Damn that Perverted Uchiha Clone! His skinship is creepy." he pouted while trying to straighten up his hair and smooth his clothes. Granted the level of molestation had been toned down since Hedwig defeated the ink genin in an epic smack down of owl dominance. Sadly, peck marks and scratches only restrained Sai so much. Instead of outright groping and trying to stick his hands down Naruto's pants, Sai had changed his strategy to casually brushing his hands on Naruto in an unpredictably pattern. At one time he even patted his butt which freaked the poor blonde out. It was very difficult to complete a mission when trying to ensure your derriere was facing the opposite direction of your team! Frankly, Naruto had no ideal what his ultra perverted brunette teammate was thinking or doing anymore. In addition, Sai's continuous attempts to hold his hand was weirding him out!
'Hmm. Maybe I should talk to Harry about this?' he wondered while stepping around a dirty puddle that formed in a pothole in the street. 'If nothing else, maybe Hedwig could continue to come with me to team meetings?' he thought optimistically. Nodding his head in determination, Naruto resolved to ask his guardian for advice about his socially stunted teammate. After all calling someone 'Dickless' as a nickname was not appropriate. Even he, who affectionately addressed the Hokage as Old Man, knew better than that!
Seeing the back entrance to the Cafe looming enticingly in front of him, Naruto increased his speed and bounced into the kitchen with a blissful smile on his tanned face.
'Yatta! Food, delicious yummy food. I am here for you!' he thought, eyes sparkling in anticipation for today's delicious dinner. Sometimes working as a dishwasher for Harry was more rewarding than being a genin. As a growing teenage boy, food is an awesome motivator and an excellent job perk. Even nasty vegetables tasted delicious when cooked by Harry's deft hands. 'Magic is awesome, dattebayo!' he crowed happily.
Harry turned from the counter where he had been working on tomorrow's first batches of rye bread to smile at the infectious blonde.
"Welcome back, Naruto. As soon as you are done with tonight's dishes, you're dinner will be ready." greeted the cook with a slight head nod towards the modest stack of dishes next to the kitchen sink. Harry was in the process of making three types of bread for tomorrow's menu that primarily featured paninis.
For the next thirty minutes, the wizard and genin engaged in general conversations as they completed their respective jobs. As soon as he laid the last teacup down to dry, Naruto deftly cleaned his work station. When the last bit of the water drained from the sink, he washed his hands and bounced towards the new marble topped kitchen table. While expensive, the table's marble was extremely beneficial in rolling out pastries and other baked goodies with ease.
Rubbing his hands in anticipation, Naruto quickly sat down, Once seated, he looked around the kitchen with an inquisitive expression on his face.
"Ano, where is Hedwig-san? Is she out hunting?" he asked with a slight frown marring his brow. The blonde was looking forward to petting and praising his feathered hero. Twisting his head to peer about the kitchen in the attempts to locate the beloved owl, Naruto quickly noticed the absence of another missing lady too. "Ehh? Hermoine-san is not here too?" he questioned with his head tilted inquisitively.
Harry softly chuckled as he loaded the prepared dough into separate tins to poof overnight.
"Hedwig is probably at home sleeping off all the food you gave her this afternoon." he teased his ward gently,
A bright blush spread across Naruto's scarred cheeks as he defended his actions vigorously. "She was totally awesome today. She totally kicked Sai's butt, dattebayo! It was all - screech, peck peck, and scratch." Naruto hopped off his stool and flexed his fingers to pantomime Hedwig's claws in attack mood.
"Sai didn't stand a chance. He was like - 'I will defend myself with my kunai and ninja skills' Hiya!" the teenager danced around the counter with his arms flaying in the air as he demonstrated his teammate's ineffective skills. At this point, Harry was outright staring in fascinated amusement as the genin continued to perform his one man show.
"But, Hedwig-san was all 'Uh Un! You're not going to win today!'" His overly exaggerated neck roll in which Naruto's head moved from side to side in perfect Diva Hedwig fashion had Harry bursting into uncontrollable gales of laughter.
"It only took a few minutes for Hedwig-san to beat Sai down into defeat too. It was even more awesome than the time she took on Sakura!" Naruto crowed with one armed raised a la Gai's Good Guy Pose.
'If he smiles widely with his teeth sparkling, I will stun him.' mused Harry, whose one exposure to Gai and Lee's dreaded Sun and Waves genjutsu was more than enough to convince him that all things Gai patented should be banned immediately.
"And thats why Hedwig-san is totally awesome and deserved every bit of her reward." Naruto concluded as he reclaimed his stool triumphantly.
"Totally awesome and justification aside, that bossy owl stuffed herself silly and barely managed to fly home." Harry shook his head ruefully as he thought back to Hedwig's crooked flight back to the Manor. He placed the tray of Naruto's dinner of braised beef, wild rice, and steamed vegetables in front of the suddenly ravenous teenager.
"Mmph." Naruto nodded his head absentmindedly in agreement. His rapt attention was focused on the tender pieces of braised beef in mushroom cream sauce. 'So good.' he thought contentedly.
"As for Hermione, she is on another date with Iruka." continued Harry as he sat down at the table
Naruto looked up with an odd look on his face. Despite being really close to both individuals, the thought of his brother figure dating his adopted sister figure was just… 'Eweh! Let's not go there!' he mentally smacked himself to clear his mind of such disturbing images.
His jaws worked furiously as he determinedly chewed on his food in the efforts to distract himself.
"Barring the excitement of Dame Hedwig's Grand Visit, how did the rest of your day go?" questioned the wizard as he sipped tranquilly from his cup of tea.
"Good. We did a couple of boring missions after training. Nothing to bad like chasing that dumb cat around Konoha again." The genin rolled his eyes in exasperation of the most dreaded genin level mission.
"Hmm. So are you getting along better with your teammates? I hope things haven't been all that tense since Sakura's departure." Harry was slowly but surely trying to lead the conversation to the topic of 'The Talk'.
'Might as well get this over with.' he thought. 'Why, oh why, couldn't Hermione do this? It's not as if her parents didn't talk to her. She got a proper talk, unlike me. Considering who explain things to me, Merlin only knows if my information is accurate.'
Harry had received the dubious distinction of receiving 'The Talk' twice - once by the Weasley Twins and then again by Sirius. The grim animagus noticed Harry's attraction to the not so fairer sex and decided his godson needed an education in 'Wands and Wizards'.
Harry couldn't look Sirius in the eye for over a month afterwards. Who knew that wizarding pornography had moving pictures? Harry didn't!
"Yeah, everything is going okay. Kakashi-sensei is increasing our training and Teme is a lot more relaxed since he's not annoyed by Sakura clinging to him all the time. But the Perverted Clone is acting even more strange now." Naruto confessed. He really needed advice on what to do about Sai's behavior.
"Oh, how so? He's still not trying to stick his hand down your pants, is he?" drawled the wizard as emerald eyes flashed ominously.
"No. He's not doing that anymore. He's been…well he's been…touching me lately? I dunno, like his hands are brushing against me all the time. I swear on a bowl of ramen, he petted my butt too! And I don't know why?" howled the blonde indignantly.
'Ugh. Go, go Griffindor. You can do this, Harry! You survived the Durszkaban, Lockhart, and Voldemort. You can totally give a teenager the sex talk!' Harry mentally coached himself.
"It probably because he wants to have sex with you."
"What?!"
'Maybe I should have eased him into this?' thought the brunette as he raced around the table to help the blonde who was suddenly choking.
Several minutes later, a horrified (and thankfully not choking anymore) teenager stared at his patiently waiting guardian, who continued to calmly sip his tea that he reheated with a flick of his wand while waiting for Naruto's brain to re-engage.
"What? Huh? Bluh!" sputtered Naruto. His mind torn between the shocking fact that somebody wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with him and the realization that the somebody was a guy. A guy!
Suddenly an epiphany struck Naruto. "Ah, Kami-sama. At least his obsession with my penis makes sense now."
Harry coughed and set his cup of tea back down. "Well, you can think of it that way." He commented dryly, mystified by the way Naruto was taking the news once he got over his initial breakdown. 'Kind of like how he took the news of magic being real. Ah, go figure. He's called the most unpredictably ninja in Konoha for a reason.'
"Hmm. I wonder if he thinks I am a pitcher or a catcher? Wait! Am I a pitcher or a catcher? Am I even gay? How am I supposed to know? Harry, how did you know that you were gay?!" screeched Naruto hysterically. His blue eyes were sweeping frantically left to right as his mind churned rapidly in search of answers.
"What! You already know about sex! So, I don't have to explain it, right?" demanded the relieved wizard Honestly the thought of explaining sex – heterosexual or homosexual – was such a daunting task, he almost wanted to take a calming draught. Like the one that was currently in his pocket. That was there as a contingency plan. What? Don't judge him!
The blue-eyed teenager shot an exasperated look at the almost dancing in relief wizard. Harry's apparent joy in dodging the bullet of the most dreaded conversation for guardians everywhere was glaringly obvious.
"Oh course I know about sex! Duh, I live close to the Red Light District. Its one of the few places I can go out and about without being glared at or hassled The people there only care about themselves, so I can buy things without having to pay the special tax. Money is just money there." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Oi! Don't be changing the changing the subject, Harry! How do you know if you're gay?" Naruto shouted with a finger pointing accusingly at the wizard who froze with a wide eyed look on his face.
"I have no ideal. I just never fancied girls myself The one kiss I had with a girl could only be best described as wet. Oh course, Cho was crying over her deceased boyfriend so its really understandable that our kiss certainly wasn't anything to write home about."
Harry hummed in concentration as he valiantly tried to think back to when he realized he preferred wizards over witches.
"Oh, and the next girl only tried to date me as part of a crazy scheme to feed me love potions , marry me, kill me, and steal my family's fortune. She's in jail now!" he chirped happily, the memory of Ginny being escorted out to Azkaban was still patronus worthy.
"Well, that doesn't help at all." deadpanned Naruto, staring at Harry, who was still blissed out over the memories of Ginny's trial and conviction.
"Sorry. Maybe you can ask Kakashi-sensei instead. He seemed pretty knowledgeable when he was explaining the shinobi standard view of sex to me this afternoon."
"There's a shinobi standard on sex?!"
"Apparently there is. Anyways, you shinobi are supposed to be laid back when it comes to sex. In fact, it is encouraged in a very subtle and hush hush manner. According to your sensei, sex is a non-violent and therapeutic way to release a ninja's stress and tension. It's a better option than burnout, depression, or going crazy."
"Huh. That actually makes sense." Naruto propped his chin on a fist while he contemplated this new information. "There are a lot of crazy ninja is Konoha. I would hate to see what they would be like if they weren't able to relax every once in a while."
Both males shuddered as they simultaneously thought of the same person: the Green Beast of Konoha.
Swiftly banishing those thoughts to the deepest corners of his mind, Naruto decided to finish his meal before it gets cold.
"So, how does that play out in your relationship. I am pretty sure Ibiki-san does not view you as being a surefire way to unwind." Naruto commented, twirling a fork lazily in the air to emphasize his point.
"I most certainly do not." agreed a dark voice from the Cafe's opened back door.
Over the past few weeks, Ibiki had established a new routine. He now conducted his personal training in the morning, rather than at night, in order to spend his evenings with his koibito. Since he arrived to work later, he consequently left headquarters at seven or eight in the evening. Therefore three or four times a week, he able to stop by the Apothecary Café to eat a delicious dinner cooked by Harry or they would have a late date and dine at a discreet restaurant. It was an unusual way to go out with somebody but it suited the hectic and busy schedules of both men.
Today, he decided to leave work earlier in order to have a private talk with Harry. By no means did he want his Emerald to entertain a sliver of doubt that their relationship was for intimacy only.
Ibiki would sooner gut a one eyed scarecrow before he allowed a sex talk about genins to ruin the relationship he had with Harry.
Quickly arriving at the Café, he walked through the back entrance in time to catch a border-line blasphemous statement from none other but his love's young ward.
Which meant violence was not the answer. 'Damn' the elite jounin thought.
However, Naruto's close ties to Harry did not save him from being frowned at by a vaguely irritated Ibiki. The jounin was slightly annoyed by the fact his motives were being analyzed by a naïve blonde that couldn't distinguish skinship from hardcore (and highly inappropriate) flirting.
Oh, the irony.
The fact that Naruto jumped in surprise and then immediately paled in apprehensive slightly soothed him. Sometimes it paid to be the big, bad, head of the Torture and Interrogation Department
"Merlin, you need to wear a bell. You scared the hell out of me. And quit looking at him like that!" hissed the irritated chef.
'And sometimes it didn't work at all.' mused Ibiki, who stopped glaring at the blonde genin to redirect his attention to a much more desirable target.
Harry's wild mop of black locks appeared to be puffing up in indignation. A furious blush surged through his cheeks as he hastily wondered how much of their conversation did Ibiki hear.
'And why didn't the wards alert me to his approach? Surely, I wasn't that distracted.' the wizard contemplated. Resolving to check the ward runes later, he turned his attention to properly greeting Ibiki. Only to be struck dumbfounded as he shamelessly ogled the department head.
Because he didn't want Harry to second guess their relationship, Ibiki decided it was time to declare his intentions In short, tonight was the night were their relationship will change from dating to courting. Therefore, the jounin had made a quick stop to his apartment to freshen up and change into attire most suited for his serious intentions.
His serious attire translated into deliciously sexy to Harry.
The wizard's emerald orbs glazed over as he slowly took in the black trousers that clung to Ibiki's legs tantalizingly, the dark grey button-up expertly showcased the jounin's muscular torso to perfection, and his trademark trench coat merely added a dangerous edge to his devastating appearance.
Sadly, his gawking session was cut regrettably short.
Why? Simple.
Harry's magic decided now was a great time to go ballistic. Again.
As soon as he felt his magic begin to move erratically underneath his skin, Harry wanted to groan and repeatedly slam his head on his beloved marble topped table.
'Merlin's soggy balls! I thought I was done with this.' He moaned softly in exasperation and closed his eyes in order to concentrate on gaining control of his rampaging magic.
To the other two individuals, it looked like he was trapped in the throng of lust.
Ibiki stared in predatory anticipation at his Emerald. Far be it for him to interrupt Harry's moment.
Naruto, on the other hand, decided the aura of sexual tension between the two men needed to be dissipated quickly. He just wanted his questions answered so he can go home. The kitchen was getting way to hot for his comfort. And he wasn't talking about the ovens either!
"Sooooo" drawled out Naruto, "how do you know if you're gay or not?" piped the fox-like blonde, eyes widening in preparation for his super deadly puppy eyes. He wasn't above using such unfair methods to get what he wanted. After all, he was a ninja – let the ends justify the means.
Machiavelli would have been so proud.
Harry's eyes snapped open in horror at the watery eyed teenager. He deliriously thought that the conversation was over!
"Brat, you're a shinobi. You shouldn't ask yourself if you're gay or straight, like males or females. Instead you need to answer the following questions: are you physically attracted to them, are you sure they pose no danger to Konoha, can you trust them not to kill you when your guard is down, and are you absolutely, 100% sure, that they won't go psycho and plot your death when your relationship ends? If the answer is yes to all those questions, then go for it." Ibiki explained sternly.
'Honestly, what are they teaching in the academy now a days?' he wondered.
Harry snapped his neck to look at Ibiki with starry eyes. How utterly fabulous. Ibiki can give Naruto the sex talks from now on. After all, it makes total sense that only an older and wiser ninja was capable of explaining the hidden rules of shinobi sex to a fellow ninja.
Inner Harry was dancing spasmodically over never having to sex counsel Naruto ever again. Never ever ever!
A slight shiver ran up Ibiki's spine as he slowly looked over at his sparkly eyed love.
After all his years of dealing with fangirls, fanboys, and Anko, the jounin knew with absolute certainty that nothing good ever came from such a look. Nothing. At. All.
"So it doesn't matter if they're a boy or girl?" Naruto fired quickly.
"No." was the just as quick reply from the jounin.
"What about age difference?" continued to the blonde.
"You became an adult as soon as you put on that headband. That leaves you with two choices: 1 - ninjas of any rank or age. 2 - civilians your age or older only. And if you absolutely want to date a younger civilian, nobody younger than you by one or two years maximum."
"A civilian? Yeah right, like that would ever happen." mumbled Naruto. He perked up when another ideal occurred to him. "What if its a ninja from another village?"
"Don't reveal any village secrets or confidential information. Otherwise, you'll be seeing me in my official capacity." Ibiki smiled darkly at the blonde who was quickly nodding his head in acquiescent.
"Okay than. On that note, I don't have any more questions. Thank you for your help, Ibiki-san!" He gave a formal bow and eagerly scampered out of the kitchen. Time to go home and think some things over. And maybe give Hedwig some more bacon too.
With Naruto gone, Ibiki directed his attention back to his still starry eyed boyfriend. That look was starting to creep him out. If Harry clasped his hands together and started squealing, he was shun-shunning away. Dignity be damned.
Once his inner dancing montage was finished, Harry came back to reality and noticed Ibiki was staring at him in guarded curiosity. The wizard glanced around the kitchen and noticed Naruto had left when he was entrenched in his thoughts. Harry gracefully stood up, walked over and stopped right in front of the dubious jounin. Leaning upwards, Harry delicately pressed his lips to Ibiki's. Stepping backwards, he looked directly at the shinobi who had one eyebrow raised in a 'what was that for?' fashion.
"Thank you for your quick explanation. I quite dreaded having to explain all of that," the wizard lazily waved a hand in a vague circle, "to him. You made a bit more sense than that muddled rubbish I was throwing at him. So, are you hungry?" Harry finished with a bright smile on his face.
"Ah. In a fashion." Ibiki smirked faintly at his koibito.
Harry tilted his head curiously as he pondered how can one be hungry in a fashion?
Chuckling darkly underneath his breath, the jounin deftly reached out and pulled Harry tightly against his body. One of his hand expertly glided through the wizard's tousled locks to gently grasp his lover's nape while his other hand tightened in a familiar gripe on the brunette's hips.
Smiling and peeking underneath his lashes smugly, Harry looped his arms around Ibiki's neck.
"In a fashion?" he repeated with one eyebrow wiggling in a suggestive manner.
"Yes. What kind of loving boyfriend would I be if I didn't demonstrate the proper Thank You kissing techniques?" Ibiki huskily explained.
"What? I have you know I kis…" The emerald eyed man's protests were abruptly cut short as Ibiki launched his demonstration very enthusiastically.
Within moments, gasps, moans, and panting replaced all sounds of communication in the kitchen.
The jounin stealthy shuffled the embracing couple back towards to table. When Harry felt his back brush up against the table's edge, he hastily pulled away from Ibiki's sinful kisses.
"No," he panted trying to catch his breathe again. "We are not going to desecrate my kitchen." he finished in a low needy moan as Ibiki gently nibbled on his left ear. The fact that he turned his head to the other side to give the jounin more access was just a coincidence.
"Desecrate?"
"Yes, desecrate. We are not having sex in my kitchen!" exclaimed the wizard again pushing lightly against the jounin's chest.
Ibiki stepped away from his lover as if he had been doused with ice water. His koibito indignant complaints reminded the ninja that they really needed to have a serious discussion.
"The first time we make love will definitely not be a kitchen." he unwaveringly agreed. "However, we do need to talk." Ibiki took a deep breathe and walked around the table to sit on the other side. He inclined his head in an unspoken request for Harry to sit down too.
Harry looked cautiously at the shinobi and gingerly sat down on a stool. He shifted nervously in his chair as he waited for Ibiki to start the conversation. His mind whirled furiously as he thought of all the things Ibiki would want to talk about.
'Are we breaking up? No, that can't be right. He just said we would make love one one day. You don't say that to someone you're about to dump. Is it about Naruto? Is it about magic? Merlin, did he find out about magic?!' Before the wizard could launch himself into a panic attack, Ibiki cleared his throat and recaptured the wizard's attention.
"I know we have only been seeing each other for a few months, but I want you to know that I am very serious and committed to this relationship. Regardless of what Kakashi might have implied, I am not looking for a way to lessen my tension." Ibiki stated earnestly.
"Oh, I know that." Harry interrupted. "I am pretty sure the darker aspects of your job allows you to unwind in a manner that is both therapeutic and professional."
"What?" demanded an incredulous jounin.
"Ehh," shrugged Harry nonchalantly, "so your job doesn't allow you to sadistically release your frustrations?"
"What?" repeated Ibiki.
"I thought you didn't have as a lot of sexual frustration because your job requires you to exercise a certain amount of sadism in order to a proficient department head of the T & I division."
"Of course a degree of sadism is expected to work in my department. However, a person who can't keep a cool head and approach their duties rationally would never last long as a shinobi, much less in the T& I department." Ibiki was frankly amazed that Harry was so accepting of the unspoken nature of his job. It had proven to be a formidable obstacle in the past. Although he did wonder about when did he lose control of the conversation….
"But aren't you able to lessen your sexual frustrations through the your job?" Harry probed delicately.
"No!" bellowed Ibiki. "It's a job. Not a way to let my kinks out."
A look of dawning understanding crossed over Harry's expressive face. "I'm sorry. Kakashi explained shinobi sex, and I mistakenly assumed being a professional torturer allowed you to release your tension in non-conventional methods." he explained with an apologetic look on his face. The wizard could tell that Ibiki was offended by his misconception.
'Professional torturer? Well, that's the first time somebody described my job like that. At least to my fact, that is.' thought Ibiki. "Kakashi is an acknowledge prodigy and has a complicated past. He's way of dealing with the 'stress' of being a shinobi is to be chronically late and read porn in all the time. In short, he's not the best person to be seeking relationship advice from."
'And after I pay a friendly visit to him, I am sure he won't freely give such advice anymore.' was the dark promise that crossed the jounin's thoughts. Honestly, Kakashi knew better than that. So the visit was practically an obligation from a concerned senior to re-enforce the forgotten value of common sense into his one-eyed junior's head.
And if the lesson becomes more hands-on….well,it would prompt Kakashi to not be so forgetful in the future, now won't it?
"Oh! I thought reading those orange covered books in public was a social faux pas, but nobody else seemed to think anything about it."
"He's done that for years now so people have just given up on him changing his ways. Its his signature quirk of being an elite ninja, like Gai's use of the word 'youthful', Asuma's constant smoking, and Tsunade's gambling and drinking obsession." A rueful smile crossed Ibiki's face as he thought of the numerous quirks of insanity that the majority of Konoha ninjas had. The fact that it was encouraged and socially accepted just made Konoha that much more different from other hidden villages.
"Well thats good to know. I am glad that Kakashi's advice was slightly skewed." Harry laughed ruefully.
"I thought you weren't as sexually frustrated as I was, because your job helped you cope with it." As soon as that unintentional confession left his lips, Harry clasped him hands over his mouth in horror of what he just uttered.
A slow and dangerous smirk crossed over Ibiki's face. So his koibito was sexually frustrated…..and didn't think he felt the same way. 'Time to address both problems.' The ninja was going to thoroughly enjoy correcting this assumption of his younger lover.
"Feeling sexually frustrated? Why Harry, you should have told me sooner." Ibiki silkily chastised while rising from his seat towards his embarrassed boyfriend.
"What? Its not as if I can come out say 'I'm horny. I want you to touch me!'" hissed the wizard indignantly. Harry groaned and dropped his head into his palms as he hunched over in abject embarrassment. He mentally cursed his lack of tact and his wayward magic, whom he suspected was the cause of his current plight.
The feel of a hand gently carding through his hair, prompted the mortified brunette to cautiously peer up towards Ibiki. 'If he is laughing at me, I will curse him.' He thought before his eyes locked into Ibiki's dark ones.
Ibiki stared intently into Harry's bright emerald eyes in order to convey his earnest intentions to Harry. "I am very serious about our relationship, I am serious about you, Harry. This isn't a fling or an relationship based upon sex. The dates, the dinners, and everything in between, are the only ways I know how to go about this earnestly and properly."
"Properly?" questioned Harry, a smile breaking out across his face when he realized Ibiki was stating his intentions.
"Yes, properly." Ibiki nodded resolutely. "Would you, Hadrian James Potter - Black, allow I,Ibiki Morino, to court you properly in hopes of official bonding when the courtship is over?" he asked as one of his thumbs swept gently back and forth on Harry's right cheek.
"Yes, oh Merlin, yes!" was the joyful reply he received right before Harry jumped up and passionately attacked him.
As their lips engaged in a barrage of fiery kisses, Ibiki couldn't resist teasing his love just a little.
"So, sexual frustrations?" he mumbled lowly as he turned Harry's chin upwards to continue the row of kisses that was interrupted earlier.
"Noooo, we're not talking about that!" complained Harry as he thrust his hips against Ibiki in the efforts to distract the older man.
"Hnnn" Ibiki responded by grabbing the slim brunette's hips and aligned the wizard's movements to his owns. As their groins rubbed against each other, both men shuddered in response to the bolts of pleasure that was sizzling down their spines.
"I think we should move this to a separate place." gasped Harry as he struggled to not rut mindlessly against Ibiki like an alley cat in heat.
"Ah. Upstairs?" Ibiki had fond memories of his love's office on the second floor.
Harry chuckled apologetically as he slowed his frenzied movements. "No. Not unless you want to get a lecture from Hermione on respecting the sanctity of a professional environment." The brunette had no ideal how his sister knew about what had happened that night in the cafe's office, but she took one look at him the next day and proceeded to lecture him for almost an hour. An hour! It was not an experience he would like to repeat any time soon.
"Your place?" he asked, only to feel Ibiki straighten a little bit and swiftly offered another option. "Or we can go to my manor? Either one is fine with me." Harry didn't care about where they went as long as it wasn't in the Cafe!
Ibiki knew eventually he would show Harry his place, but like a typically bachelor ninja, his living environment was sterile, slightly in need of housekeeping, and had numerous shinobi related tools and texts laying about everywhere. The use of seals kept his apartment secured (along with the various traps for would be thieves, spies, and the occasionally nosy colleague…cough..Anko..cough) but he didn't want Harry to find or look at the darker elements that came from being an elite ninja. So until he organized and cleaned his apartment, he couldn't let Harry see it. So even though Harry lived with his sister and his ward, Ibiki honestly preferred Harry's manor.
"Your place, definitely your place would be better." He stated gruffly before he lightly licked Harry's right ear lobe and nipped it gently.
"Right," Harry cleared his suddenly dry throat. "That's fine" he stammered.
The battle scarred ninja was delirious with delight by his Emerald's unguarded responses to his touches. Therefore, he couldn't be faulted in wanting to get to the manor as quickly as possible.
Thus, Harry received his first taste of the famed Konoha shunshin no jutsu when Ibiki ushered his love outside and quickly transported them away.
Compared to portkeys or the floo, ninja travel was so much better!
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Original date posted: 11/10/13. Modified again on 11/10/13 - Thank you AngelLinks - I ran through and proofed it again once you pointed out the errors. The first laptop apparently had a problem the period key so I used the desktop to add in the needed punctuations. Sadly, Scrivener isn't as grammatically correct as Word is, so a lot of my errors slipped past me!
Thank you picabone99 for spotting some more of my errors.
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