Undercover Mashup

Here you go, the twin fic. It's in Ibiki's POV. 

Hope you enjoy ^^

If you do, please let me know. 

This chapter is a bit short, but I am writing several fics at the same time and the next chapter will be coming up in a few days. So, don't fret, just keep reading ^^ (and wait till the next chapter :) )

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Ibiki nods to the ANBU stationed outside the bar. It has been a hell of a ride, but now they’ve captured the criminals behind the human traffickers. He is on his way to meet the one, extraordinary non-Shinobi who helped them out. They all say that, besides being a beautiful man, he is also very strong. He will find out the moment he will see him. He kicks the door open and walks inside. 

He sees a man with gold hair. Well, a blond tint which looks like gold. That must be the man. Irakusa-san. He is the one who singlehandedly helped one of Konoha’s squads. And, from what Ibiki can observe, the man truly has no chakra of his own. Interesting.

Ibiki stops in front of the man and bows slightly. “Irakusa-san, I’ve heard what you did.” To be able to fight against those criminals, who were gifted in the chakra development, and to win from them, without having chakra, is an admirable feat. “Konoha thanks you.” Ibiki straightens his back. “And wants to know how we can repay our debt.” If he can make sure that this man is thanked in a proper manner, then perhaps he will help them out again. 

Irakusa-san stares at him, starting as his eyes and then down wards, stopping at his crotch. It’s a hot gaze and Ibiki finds it difficult to retain his posture. Nobody has looked at him like that before. And Irakusa-san is a fine looking man. He reminds Ibiki of Hatake-sama. But the Copy nin has silver hair, not gold. And he has enough chakra to create a chidori. And, unlike Irakusa-san, Hatake-sama wears a mask. Nobody knows how his face looks. 

“Are there more men like you in Konoha?” Irakusa-san asks. 

Ibiki raises an eyebrow. More men like him? Does Irakusa-san mean physical? Then, well, perhaps Asuma. But nobody is quite as scarred as Ibiki is. So, no. Then again, why would he ask that? For a spar? “I’m quite unique,” Ibiki says. He opens his coat and shrugs it of. “So, if that is what you want.” He raises a fist and grins. If the man wants to spar, he will spar. Even if it would be better to take this sort of thing outside first. 

The blond turns his face towards the man behind the bar, who is cleaning a glass. “Do you have a room with a king sized bed?” he asks the bartender. 

The bartender nods, puts the glass he was cleaning down and points towards the stairs. “Upstairs. Third door on the left.” 

Confusion fills Ibiki’s limbs. What kind of use is there for a king sized bed in a spar? He knows none. Unless it’s not for a spar. Perhaps Irakusa-san needs to rest first. 

Irakusa-san turns his gaze towards Ibiki again, wearing a playful smile. “Well, Shinobi-san. You’ve heard the man. Join me upstairs, third door on the left.” He wiggles with his eyebrows and dances towards the stairs, jumping up and disappearing from view. 

Ibiki stares at him with wide open eyes. Join Irakusa-san on the bed? He shakes his head. He probably heard wrong. He must’ve. 

Irakusa-san jumps down in front of him again. It scares Ibiki a bit, that the man can sneak up on him like that, without chakra. He is unable to hide his expression. 

“It’s an old bed. Doesn’t look sturdy enough for a big, strong man like yourself,” Irakusa-san says. He walks around Ibiki and pats him on his butt. “Let’s head to your place. Then we can settle this debt.” 

Ibiki freezes. He notices how the surrounding ANBU Shinobi collectively take a step back, all in shock. He is as well, because there is no denying it now. Irakusa-san meant it in a sexual manner. He moves a hand to the places where Irakusa-san touched him and wonders what the man sees in him. 

Ibiki’s cheeks burn. He coughs, rolls his shoulders back and turns around to meet Irakusa-san’s gaze again. Despite his burning cheeks, he manages to say: “We head to Konoha.”

It’s the first time somebody has an interest in him like that. He is not going to waste it being nervous.