Me = Catalyst the 2d, aka Regrets, a Naruto ficlet
Title: Regrets
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kakashi, Ibiki, Guy
Genre: Crack with some uhoh
Rating: PG13/R-ish for offscreen dubcon and stilted conversation
Words: 800ish
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: imlikat's fault again. Over on Ygal, she wanted Ibiki x Guy, with some kind of sexual penetration. I wimped out, it is implied. But it's her fault I went there at all. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Summary: Kakashi and Ibiki. In a bar. Talking 'bout stuff. Like how Guy topped them both.
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The two men sat at the end of the bar, leaning their arms against the polished wood. A bottle of sake sat between them. Kakashi reached over and poured a glass for Ibiki, grimacing when the large man downed it in one gulp. He poured another, then another, finally signaling for another bottle. Ibiki slouched down, shifting in his seat.
"So... wrestling."
Ibiki nodded, at last reaching over to pour a drink for his host.
"Fundoshi?"
"Supposed to be."
Kakashi smiled under his mask, staring straight ahead. "Let me guess. He wore a green polyester thong."
"Yep." Ibiki shifted in his seat again. "I hate green."
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A friendly competition. A way to keep their skills sharp. Kakashi had just gotten back from a difficult mission, and Guy was depressed - they had gone months without a challenge. So Ibiki volunteered. Even if he got his ass kicked, which was likely in a no-holds-barred wrestling match, he'd walk away with a better understanding of the taijutsu master's strengths and weaknesses. And wearing a fundoshi, well, that should have given him an advantage. Most people were intimidated by his size, and his scars. Ibiki should have known it was impossible to intimidate Guy.
Ibiki blinked at the green, stretchy thing Guy wore. It was vivid. And revealing. "Are you sure you want to fight in that?" he asked, concerned. There was so much... hair. Spilling out in all directions. That could be painful.
"What's wrong with this?" Guy asked. Naive, uncomplicated. Ibiki wasn't going to explain.
The fight itself had been everything Ibiki expected. He'd held his own for the last hour, and they were dead-locked in the third match. Guy didn't hold back, and Ibiki sported several sets of teeth marks to prove it. He hadn't held back either, completely over his squeamishness about Guy's choice of gear - he wasn't going to call it underwear. So over it, he didn't think twice when Guy's hold on his shoulder slipped and his guard dropped. Ibiki had him on the ground, not pinned, but with his thighs locked around Guy's neck. All he had to do was squeeze.
Until he looked down and stared at a strip of green fabric, valiantly struggling to hold a thick piece of flesh two inches below his mouth. "Give up, Guy. I win," he growled, his hands pinning Guy's hips to the floor.
"It's not over yet," Guy replied, although he sounded a little breathless.
Ibiki squeezed his legs together harder, but it was taking too long for Guy to pass out. "Guy, I could bite your dick off right now. I really don't want to do that. So just give up." He didn't want to touch it, didn't want to look at it. It looked like a giant fuzzy caterpillar trapped in a green polyester cocoon.
"Try it," Guy chuckled as he gasped for air.
"Fine." Ibiki leaned down, turning his head to the side with his mouth open.
A split-second later he shrieked, then groaned when he was thrown onto the ground. Pinned.
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"Sucked your balls, didn't he?" Kakashi kept his gaze on the wall.
Ibiki threw back another drink. "Yep."
They sat in silence a few more minutes. Ibiki shifted again.
"I told you it was a bad idea." Kakashi poured more sake into the cup.
"You did." Ibiki emptied his cup again.
Kakashi leaned away after he poured again. "He didn't stop, there, did he?"
He ducked when the cup snapped in Ibiki's hand, sending shards of pottery in all directions. The bartender placed another cup in front of the men, and three more bottles, then fled for the safety of the back room.
"I don't want to talk about it." Ibiki shifted in his seat again, putting more of his weight on his forearms.
"It's easier if you stand up."
Ibiki shook his head, his voice the barest whisper. "Drippage."
"Ah. Right. I'd forgotten about that part," Kakashi sighed. He leaned over, lowering his voice. "Hot bath. Cold compress. Soft food. And next time, stick with origami."
"Yep." Ibiki's eyes slid sideways, watching Kakashi pour him another drink. "You?"
Kakashi nodded and emptied his cup. "And if he wants to roshambo, don't."
Ibiki poured another one for his friend. "Not even if he lets me go first?" Surely the man's testicles weren't made of steel. Ibiki was strong - one swift kick and-
"ESPECIALLY if he lets you go first." Kakashi stared at the cup, then emptied it, a delicate shudder passing through his body. "I don't want to talk about it," he added when Ibiki opened his mouth.
"Right."
They sat silently, pouring each other drinks until all three bottles were empty. Stumbling off the bar stools, they walked out into the night, their steps still silent in the darkness. They might be stinking drunk, but they were still ninja.
"Gets better," Kakashi muttered as they parted at the crossroads.
Ibiki mouth didn't drop open, not literally. "Really? How-?" He stopped and nodded, waving good night. Kakashi didn't want to talk about it, either.
[END]
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In return, I got this to commemorate the visual bloodbath. I think I won.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kakashi, Ibiki, Guy
Genre: Crack with some uhoh
Rating: PG13/R-ish for offscreen dubcon and stilted conversation
Words: 800ish
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: imlikat's fault again. Over on Ygal, she wanted Ibiki x Guy, with some kind of sexual penetration. I wimped out, it is implied. But it's her fault I went there at all. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Summary: Kakashi and Ibiki. In a bar. Talking 'bout stuff. Like how Guy topped them both.
---
The two men sat at the end of the bar, leaning their arms against the polished wood. A bottle of sake sat between them. Kakashi reached over and poured a glass for Ibiki, grimacing when the large man downed it in one gulp. He poured another, then another, finally signaling for another bottle. Ibiki slouched down, shifting in his seat.
"So... wrestling."
Ibiki nodded, at last reaching over to pour a drink for his host.
"Fundoshi?"
"Supposed to be."
Kakashi smiled under his mask, staring straight ahead. "Let me guess. He wore a green polyester thong."
"Yep." Ibiki shifted in his seat again. "I hate green."
---
A friendly competition. A way to keep their skills sharp. Kakashi had just gotten back from a difficult mission, and Guy was depressed - they had gone months without a challenge. So Ibiki volunteered. Even if he got his ass kicked, which was likely in a no-holds-barred wrestling match, he'd walk away with a better understanding of the taijutsu master's strengths and weaknesses. And wearing a fundoshi, well, that should have given him an advantage. Most people were intimidated by his size, and his scars. Ibiki should have known it was impossible to intimidate Guy.
Ibiki blinked at the green, stretchy thing Guy wore. It was vivid. And revealing. "Are you sure you want to fight in that?" he asked, concerned. There was so much... hair. Spilling out in all directions. That could be painful.
"What's wrong with this?" Guy asked. Naive, uncomplicated. Ibiki wasn't going to explain.
The fight itself had been everything Ibiki expected. He'd held his own for the last hour, and they were dead-locked in the third match. Guy didn't hold back, and Ibiki sported several sets of teeth marks to prove it. He hadn't held back either, completely over his squeamishness about Guy's choice of gear - he wasn't going to call it underwear. So over it, he didn't think twice when Guy's hold on his shoulder slipped and his guard dropped. Ibiki had him on the ground, not pinned, but with his thighs locked around Guy's neck. All he had to do was squeeze.
Until he looked down and stared at a strip of green fabric, valiantly struggling to hold a thick piece of flesh two inches below his mouth. "Give up, Guy. I win," he growled, his hands pinning Guy's hips to the floor.
"It's not over yet," Guy replied, although he sounded a little breathless.
Ibiki squeezed his legs together harder, but it was taking too long for Guy to pass out. "Guy, I could bite your dick off right now. I really don't want to do that. So just give up." He didn't want to touch it, didn't want to look at it. It looked like a giant fuzzy caterpillar trapped in a green polyester cocoon.
"Try it," Guy chuckled as he gasped for air.
"Fine." Ibiki leaned down, turning his head to the side with his mouth open.
A split-second later he shrieked, then groaned when he was thrown onto the ground. Pinned.
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"Sucked your balls, didn't he?" Kakashi kept his gaze on the wall.
Ibiki threw back another drink. "Yep."
They sat in silence a few more minutes. Ibiki shifted again.
"I told you it was a bad idea." Kakashi poured more sake into the cup.
"You did." Ibiki emptied his cup again.
Kakashi leaned away after he poured again. "He didn't stop, there, did he?"
He ducked when the cup snapped in Ibiki's hand, sending shards of pottery in all directions. The bartender placed another cup in front of the men, and three more bottles, then fled for the safety of the back room.
"I don't want to talk about it." Ibiki shifted in his seat again, putting more of his weight on his forearms.
"It's easier if you stand up."
Ibiki shook his head, his voice the barest whisper. "Drippage."
"Ah. Right. I'd forgotten about that part," Kakashi sighed. He leaned over, lowering his voice. "Hot bath. Cold compress. Soft food. And next time, stick with origami."
"Yep." Ibiki's eyes slid sideways, watching Kakashi pour him another drink. "You?"
Kakashi nodded and emptied his cup. "And if he wants to roshambo, don't."
Ibiki poured another one for his friend. "Not even if he lets me go first?" Surely the man's testicles weren't made of steel. Ibiki was strong - one swift kick and-
"ESPECIALLY if he lets you go first." Kakashi stared at the cup, then emptied it, a delicate shudder passing through his body. "I don't want to talk about it," he added when Ibiki opened his mouth.
"Right."
They sat silently, pouring each other drinks until all three bottles were empty. Stumbling off the bar stools, they walked out into the night, their steps still silent in the darkness. They might be stinking drunk, but they were still ninja.
"Gets better," Kakashi muttered as they parted at the crossroads.
Ibiki mouth didn't drop open, not literally. "Really? How-?" He stopped and nodded, waving good night. Kakashi didn't want to talk about it, either.
[END]
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In return, I got this to commemorate the visual bloodbath. I think I won.