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pennyI'm halfway through my Porn Battle XI spam reposts. And...h-have I mentioned I like mind games? Like just a little? This makes me weak to characters who play mind games. And while I'm sharing my (Porn Battle inspired) Naruto squee, please let me share this tidbit with you all: one of the deliciously broken (only not by his standards!) adults in Naruto's village is Ibiki Morino, the commanding officer of the village's interrogation and torture squad. He is described, in canon, as a sadist who specializes in psychological torture. And he's a good guy! At least in what I've seen; I am not current with things. MY BUTTONS!
...Yeah. So there is also another delicious adult, Iruka Umino, who is an instructor at the village academy. He's invested in his students, protective of them, and is not afraid to voice his opinion. This also hits my buttons! Iruka is also adorable, and I am kind of evil, but it's okay, because he can take anything I can dish up. Including Ibiki. :3
~2,400 words for the prompt Iruka/any, classroom. Consent is a little wiggly at the start while Iruka figures out the rules for Ibiki's surprise!roleplay, but they both end up willing participants.
Iruka has given up trying to figure out Ibiki. The moment he does, Ibiki will notice and change, because Morino Ibiki can't have people figuring him out. Then how will he get inside and fuck with their heads?
It's better to just take Ibiki in stride. Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe it's giving Ibiki too much power. Maybe if Iruka ever ends up on the wrong side of the interrogation table, Ibiki will have all the knowledge he needs to take Iruka apart before he realizes he's trapped. But then, if he ends up on the wrong side of the interrogation table, he deserves to be taken apart for his treason against Konoha. So really, it's better to just take Ibiki in stride.
But taking Ibiki in stride doesn't mean startling like a first year student every time the man pops up. Unannounced, because, Iruka suspects, it's just no fun to give someone fair warning.
"Umino Iruka, how do you feel about a game?"
It takes all of Iruka's control not to flinch. The Academy is on a two-week break, one for students and staff, so Iruka had (wrongly) assumed he'd have at least his wing of the Academy to himself. It's the perfect opportunity to work on his chakra control. The classrooms are large, and the walls, windows, and ceiling are reinforced in case a student's control slips. Iruka doesn't think his will, but he'd rather not take the risk and level half a practice ground again. It had taken him months to live that mistake down.
He flips on the classroom's light. Ibiki is lounging behind the desk -- his desk; Iruka feels a sudden stab of possessiveness -- feet propped on the surface, fingers laced over his stomach. He looks casual and arrogant, like he knows the way he's sitting irks Iruka. Iruka sighs. "Would you actually let me get away with saying I don't feel like one?"
"It was a question," Ibiki says mildly, glancing at Iruka out of the corner of his eye.
Implying that he can actually say no. But...
Ibiki doesn't actually smirk, but something shifts in his expression. He knows he's got Iruka. And that makes Iruka sigh again. He really needs to stop showing everything on his face. It makes things too easy for Ibiki.
"Fine, yes, I'm curious. What do you want?" He knows the answer. Ibiki wants to fuck, and Iruka can't complain too much on that front. The mindgames get a little annoying, but they are just games -- Ibiki's good about keeping sexual games sexual and even better about cleaning up after himself, so even if Ibiki does dig into Iruka's mind a little deeper than expected, Iruka knows he won't leave until he is certain Iruka is completely back to himself -- and they're good practice for when Iruka encounters less courteous nin.
It happens surprisingly often on assignment. Iruka's beginning to think the Hokage has made a "makes tasty bait" notation in his file. It is something she'd notice. And take advantage of.
"I need some help with my chakra control." Ibiki leans back further in the chair and looks up at the ceiling.
"Really." Iruka doesn't bother reigning in his sarcasm. Taking Ibiki in stride means channeling his temper into annoyance. "What a coincidence."
"Why, sensei, is that why you're here, too?"
"Your innocence would seem a lot less cultivated if you weren't smiling like that." He frowns as Ibiki's smile widens. "Get your feet off my desk!"
"I'm afraid I can't." There's a flare of chakra at Ibiki's heels. "Since I'm stuck."
Iruka pinches the bridge of his nose. "And now you're going to claim you don't remember the release jutsu."
Ibiki shrugs.
"Well, I do try to be helpful to my elders." Iruka makes the hand-sign and releases Ibiki. "Now, will you please get your feet off my desk and go take your place in the front row?"
"The front row?" Ibiki rises and glances at Iruka out of the corner of his eye again.
"Were you lying about needing help with your chakra control?"
"I do not lie, sensei," Iruka purrs. It's a dangerous sound, almost as dangerous as the way his expression turns sly and satisfied. He stalks out from behind the desk, settles in the exact center of the first row, folding his hands on top of the desk like a model student.
Wonderful. He's played right into Ibiki's hands. Iruka steps fully into the classroom and slides the door shut behind him. So Ibiki wants to play the student? All right. It's a new game, but at least Iruka has experience as an instructor.
He takes his place behind his desk. Ibiki stares at him with that sly, satisfied smile. Iruka waits to see if Ibiki will set any parameters. The silence stretches between them, one minute, then two, and that's enough time for Iruka. If Ibiki won't set the framework for their game, he will.
"I'm glad to see you're prepared to take this extra study session seriously." Iruka knows he's taking a calculated risk, but if Ibiki takes offense, he'll just rise and walk out. He doesn't take revenge over petty things. "Since you failed your last exam, Ibiki-kun."
Ibiki's eyes widen slightly. Iruka would say in surprise with anyone else, and maybe he has managed to surprise him. Iruka is surprised he said it. He's five years younger than Ibiki, maybe more, and even if their ages were reversed, it wouldn't reverse their respective skills. The Hokage, as far as Iruka knows, doesn't even address Ibiki as kun, and she's probably the only one in the village who can.
Ibiki lowers his gaze. He almost looks bashful. He certainly sounds humble as he murmurs, "You're very generous to allow me this opportunity to redeem myself, sensei."
Okay, so Ibiki is willing to play along. Iruka summons his best sensei persona, does his best to pretend he has a promising, but lazy, student before him, not head interrogator Morino Ibiki playing one of his games, because Iruka is actually a little terrified. Not enough to end it -- now he's curious how far Ibiki will let this go -- but still. It's Ibiki. "It is your only chance. I won't offer it again."
Ibiki glances up at him, and Iruka catches a glimpse of his true self -- or at least the self he presents to Iruka when he initiates one of these games -- underneath the fake student. "Understood."
That should make Iruka feel a little less terrified, but it actually makes his panic bubble up through him, and he seriously considers fleeing. But maybe Ibiki wants him panicky and off-balance. Maybe it's how Ibiki's messing with his head this time, because -- Iruka has to think really hard -- Ibiki's always plays some sort of mindgame with him. They never straight-up fuck.
Or maybe he's so used to the mindgames that he invents them now. Maybe, from Ibiki's perspective, this is a straight-up fuck. Well, a straight-up roleplay.
He glares at Ibiki. Ibiki's expression is serene. No, smug. Iruka bites back on a growl. He is inventing the mindgames. And Ibiki is letting him.
Well, he can stop that now. This is just a student-instructor roleplay. Straight-up, no tricks, no mindgames beyond their personas. Iruka will play the part he wants and won't try to guess what Ibiki wants.
So what does he want? Iruka quickly runs through his options. He can't bring himself to be the lecherous teacher to Ibiki's innocent student -- he'd need to be the student; being the teacher reminds him too much of reality, and no, just no -- but luckily, Ibiki's student doesn't strike Iruka as innocent. Ibiki's student is coy and calculating. And that's promising.
He's never given much thought to playing the innocent teacher to a lecherous student. It...has promise. And -- hysterical laughter claws at the back of his throat, but Iruka refuses it outlet -- Ibiki is the perfect candidate for the role of lecherous student. All right then. He's the innocent teacher, oblivious to his student's intentions. It's an easy enough role. Still a bit too close to reality, but it helps that Ibiki doesn't look like a student. He's much too tall, much too old, and his broad shoulders, the scars cutting across his face, his headband and the assured way he carries himself give Iruka all he needs to focus on in order to enjoy the game.
"I'm glad you understand." Iruka turns to the blackboard and quickly scrawls the basics of charka manipulation. He thinks he hears Ibiki snicker behind him, but when he half-turns, ready to throw the chalk if his student's attention has already wandered, Ibiki's expression is coyly attentive. Iruka narrows his eyes, which only makes Ibiki's expression settle more firmly. Iruka turns back to the blackboard. "Now," he says, finishing the last diagram of with a flourish, "do you understand where you failed during your exam?"
"I believe on the first step, sensei."
"Step one is standing. You did manage that."
"Then the second step."
"Correct. Which puzzles me, because focusing on the feel of your chakra is a first year task, and you are not a first year student. Stand up," he snaps. "Focus. I'm sorry if this material bores you, Ibiki-kun, but you have not yet earned the privilege of learning more. You must master the basics before moving on."
"Of course, sensei," Ibiki murmurs. He rises, comes out from behind the row of desks to stand before Iruka, his motions fluid and graceful. "You are, as always, correct."
"Stop trying to flatter me! Focus! Collect your chakra on the soles of your feet, then walk up the wall." Iruka points to the wall and gives Ibiki his best Angry Instructor glare.
It's probably his imagination, but he thinks Ibiki looks faintly impressed. He does have a very good Angry Instructor glare. His Your Instructor Can Kill You With His Mind glare is even better, but he's saving that for Ibiki's eventual insubordination.
Ibiki smirks, then brings his right hand up, first two fingers extended in the focusing stance they teach at Academy. His chakra flares at his feet, a wasteful gesture, but Academy students haven't had enough practice for fine control. Ibiki teeters a bit on his way to the wall, gets three steps up before sliding back to the floor.
"That's pitiful. I know you can do better."
Ibiki shrugs. "It seems this technique escapes me, sensei. Will you please demonstrate it?"
"Like this." Iruka is deliberate with his gestures and narrates each step. "Gather the chakra in the soles of your feet. A small amount. Too much, and you will stick to the wall. Or put a foot through it. Too little, and, as you noticed, you will slide down." He steps onto the wall. His advanced students are actually learning this technique, so the lecture, and his body's adjustment to walking up the wall, comes easily. "You must maintain a consistent level of chakra. Too much variation and," he allows too much chakra to build up beneath his left foot, "you get stuck." He adjusts, continues up the wall, then crosses over onto the ceiling. "Outside the Academy, you end up putting your foot through the wall." Every year he has parents complaining about that despite his explicit instructions to his students to only practice at the Academy.
He intends to cross over to walk down the opposite wall, just like he does in his demonstration for his real students, but he gets stuck halfway across the ceiling. He frowns. His balance of chakra is perfect. He should not be --
"Is there a problem, sensei?" Ibiki asks mildly.
"I seem to be stuck." And then he feels it. Ibiki's chakra, a pool of it on the ceiling, curling up around Iruka's ankles. How had he...? When had he?
"Oh dear."
Ibiki's chakra is oozing off the ceiling. It envelops Iruka, and he can see the blue tendrils creeping up his hands, extending itself between his fingers so he cannot form hand-signs. Iruka's stomach lurches when he loses control of his chakra and falls, but Ibiki's chakra stops his fall so he's hanging from the ceiling, face to face with Ibiki.
"This is a very clever chakra application, but it is not what the exam you failed covers." When he's hanging upside down, his Your Instructor Can Kill You With His Mind glare is not nearly as effective as it should be.
Ibiki smirks. "I wonder, sensei." Iruka drops further, so now his face is even with Ibiki's crotch. "Will it earn me extra credit?"
"Ibiki." He's not sure if it's a warning or...something else. He doesn't mind being upside down, but whatever chakra trick Ibiki's used, it's cut Iruka off from his own chakra, and he does not like that.
"Ibiki-kun," Ibiki corrects in his mild student tone. Then, in his normal voice. "Unless you do mean stop."
Iruka considers. He'll regain control of his chakra once Ibiki lets him go. And Ibiki isn't going to hurt him. Most importantly, he will stop at Iruka's word.
All right then. He'll let it continue. "Ibiki-kun, you should know by now I do not give extra credit." He braces himself for Ibiki to unzip his fly, to guide Iruka to his cock.
"Hmmm." Ibiki surprises him by reaching for him. He nuzzles Iruka's crotch, and...well, it's very pleasant friction. It's not long before Iruka is hard and slightly dizzy. He moans when Ibiki licks him through his pants, and he can feel Ibiki's smile. "Are you sure I can't convince you, sensei?"
The vibration of his voice tickles Iruka's thighs. He huffs out a laugh, then manages, "You can certainly try."
...Yeah. So there is also another delicious adult, Iruka Umino, who is an instructor at the village academy. He's invested in his students, protective of them, and is not afraid to voice his opinion. This also hits my buttons! Iruka is also adorable, and I am kind of evil, but it's okay, because he can take anything I can dish up. Including Ibiki. :3
~2,400 words for the prompt Iruka/any, classroom. Consent is a little wiggly at the start while Iruka figures out the rules for Ibiki's surprise!roleplay, but they both end up willing participants.
Iruka has given up trying to figure out Ibiki. The moment he does, Ibiki will notice and change, because Morino Ibiki can't have people figuring him out. Then how will he get inside and fuck with their heads?
It's better to just take Ibiki in stride. Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe it's giving Ibiki too much power. Maybe if Iruka ever ends up on the wrong side of the interrogation table, Ibiki will have all the knowledge he needs to take Iruka apart before he realizes he's trapped. But then, if he ends up on the wrong side of the interrogation table, he deserves to be taken apart for his treason against Konoha. So really, it's better to just take Ibiki in stride.
But taking Ibiki in stride doesn't mean startling like a first year student every time the man pops up. Unannounced, because, Iruka suspects, it's just no fun to give someone fair warning.
"Umino Iruka, how do you feel about a game?"
It takes all of Iruka's control not to flinch. The Academy is on a two-week break, one for students and staff, so Iruka had (wrongly) assumed he'd have at least his wing of the Academy to himself. It's the perfect opportunity to work on his chakra control. The classrooms are large, and the walls, windows, and ceiling are reinforced in case a student's control slips. Iruka doesn't think his will, but he'd rather not take the risk and level half a practice ground again. It had taken him months to live that mistake down.
He flips on the classroom's light. Ibiki is lounging behind the desk -- his desk; Iruka feels a sudden stab of possessiveness -- feet propped on the surface, fingers laced over his stomach. He looks casual and arrogant, like he knows the way he's sitting irks Iruka. Iruka sighs. "Would you actually let me get away with saying I don't feel like one?"
"It was a question," Ibiki says mildly, glancing at Iruka out of the corner of his eye.
Implying that he can actually say no. But...
Ibiki doesn't actually smirk, but something shifts in his expression. He knows he's got Iruka. And that makes Iruka sigh again. He really needs to stop showing everything on his face. It makes things too easy for Ibiki.
"Fine, yes, I'm curious. What do you want?" He knows the answer. Ibiki wants to fuck, and Iruka can't complain too much on that front. The mindgames get a little annoying, but they are just games -- Ibiki's good about keeping sexual games sexual and even better about cleaning up after himself, so even if Ibiki does dig into Iruka's mind a little deeper than expected, Iruka knows he won't leave until he is certain Iruka is completely back to himself -- and they're good practice for when Iruka encounters less courteous nin.
It happens surprisingly often on assignment. Iruka's beginning to think the Hokage has made a "makes tasty bait" notation in his file. It is something she'd notice. And take advantage of.
"I need some help with my chakra control." Ibiki leans back further in the chair and looks up at the ceiling.
"Really." Iruka doesn't bother reigning in his sarcasm. Taking Ibiki in stride means channeling his temper into annoyance. "What a coincidence."
"Why, sensei, is that why you're here, too?"
"Your innocence would seem a lot less cultivated if you weren't smiling like that." He frowns as Ibiki's smile widens. "Get your feet off my desk!"
"I'm afraid I can't." There's a flare of chakra at Ibiki's heels. "Since I'm stuck."
Iruka pinches the bridge of his nose. "And now you're going to claim you don't remember the release jutsu."
Ibiki shrugs.
"Well, I do try to be helpful to my elders." Iruka makes the hand-sign and releases Ibiki. "Now, will you please get your feet off my desk and go take your place in the front row?"
"The front row?" Ibiki rises and glances at Iruka out of the corner of his eye again.
"Were you lying about needing help with your chakra control?"
"I do not lie, sensei," Iruka purrs. It's a dangerous sound, almost as dangerous as the way his expression turns sly and satisfied. He stalks out from behind the desk, settles in the exact center of the first row, folding his hands on top of the desk like a model student.
Wonderful. He's played right into Ibiki's hands. Iruka steps fully into the classroom and slides the door shut behind him. So Ibiki wants to play the student? All right. It's a new game, but at least Iruka has experience as an instructor.
He takes his place behind his desk. Ibiki stares at him with that sly, satisfied smile. Iruka waits to see if Ibiki will set any parameters. The silence stretches between them, one minute, then two, and that's enough time for Iruka. If Ibiki won't set the framework for their game, he will.
"I'm glad to see you're prepared to take this extra study session seriously." Iruka knows he's taking a calculated risk, but if Ibiki takes offense, he'll just rise and walk out. He doesn't take revenge over petty things. "Since you failed your last exam, Ibiki-kun."
Ibiki's eyes widen slightly. Iruka would say in surprise with anyone else, and maybe he has managed to surprise him. Iruka is surprised he said it. He's five years younger than Ibiki, maybe more, and even if their ages were reversed, it wouldn't reverse their respective skills. The Hokage, as far as Iruka knows, doesn't even address Ibiki as kun, and she's probably the only one in the village who can.
Ibiki lowers his gaze. He almost looks bashful. He certainly sounds humble as he murmurs, "You're very generous to allow me this opportunity to redeem myself, sensei."
Okay, so Ibiki is willing to play along. Iruka summons his best sensei persona, does his best to pretend he has a promising, but lazy, student before him, not head interrogator Morino Ibiki playing one of his games, because Iruka is actually a little terrified. Not enough to end it -- now he's curious how far Ibiki will let this go -- but still. It's Ibiki. "It is your only chance. I won't offer it again."
Ibiki glances up at him, and Iruka catches a glimpse of his true self -- or at least the self he presents to Iruka when he initiates one of these games -- underneath the fake student. "Understood."
That should make Iruka feel a little less terrified, but it actually makes his panic bubble up through him, and he seriously considers fleeing. But maybe Ibiki wants him panicky and off-balance. Maybe it's how Ibiki's messing with his head this time, because -- Iruka has to think really hard -- Ibiki's always plays some sort of mindgame with him. They never straight-up fuck.
Or maybe he's so used to the mindgames that he invents them now. Maybe, from Ibiki's perspective, this is a straight-up fuck. Well, a straight-up roleplay.
He glares at Ibiki. Ibiki's expression is serene. No, smug. Iruka bites back on a growl. He is inventing the mindgames. And Ibiki is letting him.
Well, he can stop that now. This is just a student-instructor roleplay. Straight-up, no tricks, no mindgames beyond their personas. Iruka will play the part he wants and won't try to guess what Ibiki wants.
So what does he want? Iruka quickly runs through his options. He can't bring himself to be the lecherous teacher to Ibiki's innocent student -- he'd need to be the student; being the teacher reminds him too much of reality, and no, just no -- but luckily, Ibiki's student doesn't strike Iruka as innocent. Ibiki's student is coy and calculating. And that's promising.
He's never given much thought to playing the innocent teacher to a lecherous student. It...has promise. And -- hysterical laughter claws at the back of his throat, but Iruka refuses it outlet -- Ibiki is the perfect candidate for the role of lecherous student. All right then. He's the innocent teacher, oblivious to his student's intentions. It's an easy enough role. Still a bit too close to reality, but it helps that Ibiki doesn't look like a student. He's much too tall, much too old, and his broad shoulders, the scars cutting across his face, his headband and the assured way he carries himself give Iruka all he needs to focus on in order to enjoy the game.
"I'm glad you understand." Iruka turns to the blackboard and quickly scrawls the basics of charka manipulation. He thinks he hears Ibiki snicker behind him, but when he half-turns, ready to throw the chalk if his student's attention has already wandered, Ibiki's expression is coyly attentive. Iruka narrows his eyes, which only makes Ibiki's expression settle more firmly. Iruka turns back to the blackboard. "Now," he says, finishing the last diagram of with a flourish, "do you understand where you failed during your exam?"
"I believe on the first step, sensei."
"Step one is standing. You did manage that."
"Then the second step."
"Correct. Which puzzles me, because focusing on the feel of your chakra is a first year task, and you are not a first year student. Stand up," he snaps. "Focus. I'm sorry if this material bores you, Ibiki-kun, but you have not yet earned the privilege of learning more. You must master the basics before moving on."
"Of course, sensei," Ibiki murmurs. He rises, comes out from behind the row of desks to stand before Iruka, his motions fluid and graceful. "You are, as always, correct."
"Stop trying to flatter me! Focus! Collect your chakra on the soles of your feet, then walk up the wall." Iruka points to the wall and gives Ibiki his best Angry Instructor glare.
It's probably his imagination, but he thinks Ibiki looks faintly impressed. He does have a very good Angry Instructor glare. His Your Instructor Can Kill You With His Mind glare is even better, but he's saving that for Ibiki's eventual insubordination.
Ibiki smirks, then brings his right hand up, first two fingers extended in the focusing stance they teach at Academy. His chakra flares at his feet, a wasteful gesture, but Academy students haven't had enough practice for fine control. Ibiki teeters a bit on his way to the wall, gets three steps up before sliding back to the floor.
"That's pitiful. I know you can do better."
Ibiki shrugs. "It seems this technique escapes me, sensei. Will you please demonstrate it?"
"Like this." Iruka is deliberate with his gestures and narrates each step. "Gather the chakra in the soles of your feet. A small amount. Too much, and you will stick to the wall. Or put a foot through it. Too little, and, as you noticed, you will slide down." He steps onto the wall. His advanced students are actually learning this technique, so the lecture, and his body's adjustment to walking up the wall, comes easily. "You must maintain a consistent level of chakra. Too much variation and," he allows too much chakra to build up beneath his left foot, "you get stuck." He adjusts, continues up the wall, then crosses over onto the ceiling. "Outside the Academy, you end up putting your foot through the wall." Every year he has parents complaining about that despite his explicit instructions to his students to only practice at the Academy.
He intends to cross over to walk down the opposite wall, just like he does in his demonstration for his real students, but he gets stuck halfway across the ceiling. He frowns. His balance of chakra is perfect. He should not be --
"Is there a problem, sensei?" Ibiki asks mildly.
"I seem to be stuck." And then he feels it. Ibiki's chakra, a pool of it on the ceiling, curling up around Iruka's ankles. How had he...? When had he?
"Oh dear."
Ibiki's chakra is oozing off the ceiling. It envelops Iruka, and he can see the blue tendrils creeping up his hands, extending itself between his fingers so he cannot form hand-signs. Iruka's stomach lurches when he loses control of his chakra and falls, but Ibiki's chakra stops his fall so he's hanging from the ceiling, face to face with Ibiki.
"This is a very clever chakra application, but it is not what the exam you failed covers." When he's hanging upside down, his Your Instructor Can Kill You With His Mind glare is not nearly as effective as it should be.
Ibiki smirks. "I wonder, sensei." Iruka drops further, so now his face is even with Ibiki's crotch. "Will it earn me extra credit?"
"Ibiki." He's not sure if it's a warning or...something else. He doesn't mind being upside down, but whatever chakra trick Ibiki's used, it's cut Iruka off from his own chakra, and he does not like that.
"Ibiki-kun," Ibiki corrects in his mild student tone. Then, in his normal voice. "Unless you do mean stop."
Iruka considers. He'll regain control of his chakra once Ibiki lets him go. And Ibiki isn't going to hurt him. Most importantly, he will stop at Iruka's word.
All right then. He'll let it continue. "Ibiki-kun, you should know by now I do not give extra credit." He braces himself for Ibiki to unzip his fly, to guide Iruka to his cock.
"Hmmm." Ibiki surprises him by reaching for him. He nuzzles Iruka's crotch, and...well, it's very pleasant friction. It's not long before Iruka is hard and slightly dizzy. He moans when Ibiki licks him through his pants, and he can feel Ibiki's smile. "Are you sure I can't convince you, sensei?"
The vibration of his voice tickles Iruka's thighs. He huffs out a laugh, then manages, "You can certainly try."