Chapter Six

Mornings After

When Iruka awoke the next morning there was nothing left to give evidence that he had sex last night. Nothing to give evidence that he had had sex with a man. With Hatake Kakashi, at that. He sighed heavily and rolled out of bed.

Cringing over very embarrassing aches and pains, the teacher walked form his bedroom to the bathroom and absentmindedly flipped on the hot water. Waiting for his bath to heat, he then made his way to the kitchen to find something to help with the headache pounding at his temples. On the counter at his right was a neat stack of papers, written on with various corrections in neat kana in red pen. On top of the papers was s ingle note. In the same red pen it said: See you tonight.

Iruka felt himself blush deeply.

Akari woke to the slow thudding of her pulse in her fuzzy brain. The silence in the room was underscored by the creaks and pops of her abused body as the chunin pulled herself up. Then promptly felt like screaming at the intense pull deep in her abdomen. It felt like someone and stuck a crochet hook up her legs, swirled it around a bit and pulled all her insides back out again. She managed to keep her noise of pain to a shuttered moan-scream in her throat.

Flopping back down on her back, the girl closed her eyes, putting all her attention to breathing and trying to clear away the haze of fog the had settled over her memory while she slept.

She remembered the Matsumoto's, and leaving, then the wave of heat, the crush of a wall, the rough sweep of hands and a growling voice. The voice of Morino Ibiki. "Oh, God…"

She blushed deeply and squirmed as a flood of memories flew back to her, making her want to crawl under the bed and never come out.

Not unless he comes to drag you out…

Akari snapped her eyes open. Where on earth had that come from? She had the hots for her boss, sure but that? When had she gotten into that?

This wasn't her first sexual encounter, but it was her roughest. Akari took a deep breath and using a bit of Chakra to dull the pain, the only medical jutsu she knew, she carefully adjusted herself into a sitting position that wasn't too painful, to think.

Her most intimate places burned, her hips ached, she was sore all over, and just plain hurt. But it wasn't a bad hurt, not really. The muddled memories of sensations from the previous night was of pain yes, but also of a slow, dark pleasure, of ecstasy, to use the most correct word she knew for it. Dropping her head forward Akari gazed down at her bare body inspecting it in the pale golden light of dawn for any visible injuries and then wished she hadn't. Starting at just below her rib cage and going to the tops of her thighs were bruises that looked like the imprint of a pair of very large hands. Her left wrist throbbed vaguely as well was her should from what looked like a bite.

Slowly and carefully, the girl scooted herself to the edge of the bed, where, ignoring the new twinge in her lower back, she eased herself to her feet. Struck by the realization that this was the second time in three days that she had woken up in her bosses bed, and this time naked, Akari couldn't help but laugh. Three years ago, she might have reveled in this accomplishment, but now, after the rain village, after simply her growing up, she knew that this was a bad thing. Her career in intelligence was all but over, her reputation, unless some miracle revealed itself, was gone, doubtless Ibiki was now growing more suspicious by the very hour (She knew he knew she was hiding something)…Oh, God, she was never going to hear the end of it from Hatsumi.

Scanning the room, Kari quickly located her yukata and bent, stifling another scream, and carefully shrugged it on. Forget her waking up in Ibiki's bed, Why did she keep waking up in his bed injured…Oh, yes. That.

Wondering if her boss was still around or if he had gone into the office already, Akari slipped out of Ibiki's room and into the hallway, to see a knocked over table at the end. Giving it a wary look as she passed it b, The girl peered around the corner and sucked in a deep breath. No Ibiki in the living room. Using one hand to keep her yukata shut and the other to trace the wall in case her achy body decided to give out, Akari crept through the living room towards the kitchen. Peering around this wall, Akari froze.

Ibiki sat in one of his two kitchen chairs, his bare back to her. His shoulders were a work of art in the torture field, the flog and burn scars intermingling and winding their way down his spine to disappear into the waist of his loose black pants, where she knew they continued down his thighs to stop just short of his ankles . Well defined muscles rippled as he shifted, bring her eyes back up to his shoulders and the to the impression of his powerful, and slightly less scarred biceps. The scarring faded on his neck, before reaching the collage of screw holes and burns that were the Torture and Interrogation specialist's scalp.

"You shouldn't linger in doorways, Suzuki. It is very rude."

Akari swallowed, feeling a ball of dread roil in her stomach, but obeyed the suggested order and stepped into the room, knowing she would feel smaller than a worm when she stepped back out.