Lets try it
Ibiki sits down in his chair, thinking about taking a nap or actually reading some old files, when his lap is filled with a person. A person. A deadly person. With kunai in hand and chakra flaring around.
“I told you, you can’t have him,” Hatake-san says. He pushes the kunai against Ibiki’s throat.
“I don’t have him,” Ibiki says. He chuckles. It makes his body move. It makes Hatake-san move. And thus, the weapon on his skin. He has to be careful, or it’ll nick him. Would it matter, having another scar on his skin?
“Why is he calling you Ibiki, then?” Hatake-san asks. “No suffix, nothing?” He shifts on Ibiki’s lap, placing his groin closer towards Ibiki’s stomach. It’s tempting. Ibiki didn't know it could be this tempting. But it is. And he likes it. A lot.
“Because he has me,” Ibiki answers. He swallows and closes his eyes. All of his concentration goes to the body right on top of him. How it sits, on his lap, so close. The warmth, no, the heat. The legs, on either side of his hips. The deadly force, so close, yet not harming him in any way. And how he has to keep it like that. For, no, another scar doesn't matter, if you are as tainted as Ibiki is. But it's better to keep things gentle.
“So, he has you,” Hatake-san says. He pulls the kunai back. A bit. Not completely. “Who do you have, then, if it is not him?” He leans in some more, pushing his chest against Ibiki’s chest. It brings in the heat. So much heat.
Ibiki opens his eyes. “I haven’t asked yet. I was thinking about asking the deadliest Shinobi around. You know the guy. Good looking, silver hair. Lean figure, quick ,sexy. But I figured he already knew, since he is a genius of looking underneath the underneath. And, since he already has Iruka, in a way. As far as I know, at least.” He smirks. Ann hopes. That the man on top of him gets it.
Hatake-san pulls back a bit. His single visible eye is wide open. There is red on the parts of his face that are not covered by his mask. “Are you serious?” he asks.
“I’m Ibiki,” Ibiki says. He shrugs. “And while I do know some good jokes, I don’t joke about this.” He stares into Hatake-san’s eye, trying to read all there is to read. He can't read anything. “So, what about it?” he asks.
Hatake-san blinks. He turns his gaze away. Lowers the kunai. Pulls his chakra back. He sighs and leans back, shifting his hips, rolling his groin over Ibiki’s, apparently not caring that it’s a sensitive spot of Ibiki that he is touching. “What about it?” he asks, in an uncertain way.
Ibiki rolls his eyes. “Can I have you?” he asks. Now, for the first time, his cheeks burn a little. That was not the plan. (Did he have a plan? Really?) He is not supposed to blush. “Like Iruka has me, and you have Iruka. So that we, like, the three of us, can, like…” He closes his eyes and tells himself to be confident, and clear. “So that we can be a threesome.” He clears his throat. “I think it is best if we ask Iruka about this as well. If we have a conversation about this, with all of us together. I mean. That way we can all communicate about it together, and be clear and stuff.” He shrugs.
Hatake-san stares. He blinks. “Are you sure?” he asks. He fiddles with his fingers on Ibiki’s chest. “I mean…” He sighs again and moves his gaze towards the ceiling.
Ibiki chuckles and shoves his chair back. He wraps his arms around Hatake-san and rises to his feet, lifting the Copy nin with ease. “Let’s find the teacher, shall we?” he gazes into Hatake-san’s visible eye and walks out of his office, ignoring the struggling man in his arms. Not that the man is struggling a whole lot. It is surprisingly easy to carry him.
The trip towards the mission office is a short one. And a quiet one. Luckily. Iruka is still seated behind a desk. His colleagues aren’t in the room, but Ibiki doesn’t care for them. He walks straight over to Iruka’s desk and places Hatake-san’s butt on the desk.
Iruka widens his eyes, while holding his breath. “You, really know all, don’t you, Mori- eh, Ibiki?” he asks. He bites his lip, like he is anticipating a nice dessert. Or, so Ibiki hopes.
Ibiki hum, nods, and shrugs. “Iruka, do you want to be in a polygamous relationship with me and this person sitting on your desk?” he asks. Being direct and to the point is the best, he decides. Even when Hatake-san is shifting on said desk, and looking uncomfortable as ever.
Iruka nods. Very quickly. His ponytail shakes in the same manner as his head. “I would love to give it a try. I mean, trying it seems like a good idea.” He smiles.
Hatake-san stops moving. He blinks, once, while his gaze is still focused on Ibiki.
Ibiki smirks.
Hatake-san swallows and turns around. “Are you sure?” he asks Iruka.
Iruka keeps on smiling, although, now there is a red sheen on his cheeks. “Yeah, I am.”
And that, is how they set of a new course on trying stuff.