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Adult ++
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Chapter One Hundred Nine
Chapter One Hundred Nine
“You know Genma's going to freak out when he sees that, don't you?” Ibiki asked as he watched the copy-nin finger his tattoo for the thousandth time.
“Better here in our house than out in public somewhere.” Kakashi declared philosophically, “Everyone's going to see it eventually.”
“I may have to quit my job and spend my days guarding you from your legion of stalkers.” the interrogator teased, leaning in close to release a warm breath against the kanji standing out in stark contrast to the pale skin it decorated.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” the silver-haired man murmured as he pulled away to continue cooking, “Be useful and set the table.”
“You must have noticed them . . . you are a ninja after all, and they're hardly subtle.” the scarred man snorted, “Don't play innocent with me.” He grabbed plates and chopsticks and carried them into the lounge and dropped them on the kotatsu.
“You could at least spread them around . . . the Hokage is coming for dinner, after all.” the copy-nin scolded.
“Don't change the subject, Iruka won't care and you know it.” Ibiki retorted, “We were talking about the small army of fans stalking you around town.”
“You're imagining things.” the jounin insisted stubbornly, “It's just the novelty of it since I stopped wearing my mask . . . you'll see, it will all die down in a week or two.”
“I seriously doubt that anyone who sees you is going to forget you sweetheart.” the tall man rumbled as he wrapped strong arms around the lithe nin, pulling him back into a broad chest as the interrogator's talented tongue traced the inky marks proudly displayed at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Has anyone mentioned this?”
“Kurenai, of course.” Kakashi replied with a chuckle, “She waffles between it being 'sweet' and 'disturbing'.”
“Disturbing how?” the intrigued interrogator asked.
“A mark of ownership . . . kind of like branding a cow.” the copy-nin explained to his aghast lover. “It's alright,” he hastened to explain when the look on the tall man's face became ever more stricken, “I reminded her it was my choice and told her to butt out.”
“Sweetheart, if it's a problem you could cover it with a genjutsu . . . like an ANBU tattoo.” Ibiki ventured worriedly, “The last thing I want is for people to think you're my property.”
“You don't want people to know I belong to you?” silver brows knitted together as the smiling face grew solemn. “If that pleases you.” Kakashi declared as he made a few signs and touched two fingers to the mark so it faded into his skin, leaving no indication it was ever there.
“That's not what I meant.” the scarred man insisted, making the sign and whispering “Kai.” to dispel the genjutsu. “I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable . . . people can say rude things.”
“Why would I care what they say?” the copy-nin declared with an eloquent shrug, “What could they possibly come up with about me that would be worse than the truth? I'm sure more than one person has made a snide comment about you being my bitch . . . hmm, Hatake-san?”
“Who in the hell do you think would actually say something like that to me?” Ibiki asked bemusedly, “You do remember what I do, don't you?”
“Don't be an ass.” the silver-haired man scolded as he swatted the taller figure aside to get to the oven. “There's plenty of people who aren't fooled by your bad ass routine . . . and there's two of them now.” he continued blithely when the bell rang, “Go let our guests in 'biki.”
“We aren't done talking about this.” the interrogator warned as he opened the door.
“Talking about what?” Genma asked cheekily as he stepped inside and gave the tall man a hug. “Spill before I have to torture it out of you.”
“Stop threatening our host Gen-chan.” the Hokage chortled as he smacked the senbon sucker on the back of the head, “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“It's okay Iruka . . .” Ibiki chuckled, “'kashi was just wondering how many people call me his bitch Genma . . . happy?”
“What kind of nonsense are you filling our guests' heads with 'biki?” the copy-nin asked worriedly when he swept in to join them.
“No nonsense sweetheart . . . just answering Genma's question.” the interrogator replied innocently, eyes twinkling with amusement as he noticed the senbon sucker's sharp eyes hone in on the tattoo clearly visible on the pale man's throat.
“Shit that's hot.” the honey-haired man gasped, mouth slamming shut and wincing in preparation for the punishment he was sure was coming as soon as the words registered in his head.
“What are you babbling about Gen?” Iruka asked curiously, following his fiance's gaze to where it was riveted on Kakashi's neck.
“Ibiki has one too.” the silver-haired man explained hastily as he watched the Hokage's face grow rigid with anger, “But I'm the only one who gets to see it.”
“I saw it at his bachelor party.” Genma giggled, “When he accepted Gai's challenge.”
“I did what?” the interrogator asked, even though he was terribly sure he didn't want to know the answer.
“Don't you remember . . . Gai challenged you to a striptease competition.” the senbon sucker choked out before he was overcome with laughter, “The look on your face . . .” he chortled pointing in the stunned man's direction before doubling over yet again.
“You took your clothes off in front of Gai?” Kakashi demanded.
“Yes?” the scarred man whispered uncertainly, “I really, really don't remember what happened that night sweetheart. Are you very mad at me?”
“No.” the copy-nin declared coldly, “It's Jiji's fault, he got Gai started on the whole stripper idea in the first place . . . unfortunately after that it was inevitable. I'm just glad he challenged you and not me.” he finished with a chuckle.
“Hatake-san, whose idea was it for you to get a tattoo there?” Iruka asked through tight lips.
“Mine.” the jounin replied calmly, “I wanted everyone to see it . . . after all, 'biki took my name.”
“I think it's going to piss his stalkers off.” the interrogator chuckled, “But he still stubbornly refuses to admit to their existence.”
“Of course you have stalkers.” Genma declared with a snort, “You were already powerful, mysterious and intriguing . . . now the mystery is revealed and you're freakin' gorgeous . . . if you weren't married to the scariest man in the village I'm sure someone would have jumped you by now.”
“Can we please sit down and eat now?” Kakashi asked brusquely, desperately wanting to change the subject, “I don't want dinner to get cold.”
“This is delicious.” Iruka commented halfway through the first course, “You're a marvelous cook Hatake-san.”
“Thank you . . . and please, call me Kakashi, Hokage-sama.” the copy-nin replied deferentially. “Sensei taught me.”
“I'll call you Kakashi if you call me Iruka.” the former teacher replied with a smile. “I hate to bring up business at a time like this . . . but I have received a request for your services Kakashi. I realize you are retired . . . but I decided I should at least ask.”
“I will be honored to serve if my talents can be of use Hokage-sama.” the copy-nin replied instantly, hand covering his heart, “I am a loyal shinobi of the leaf, after all.”
“I never doubted your loyalty.” the Rokudaime assured him, “But you have no obligation to take this mission, if you refuse there will be no resentment or repercussions.”
“What is this mystery mission?” Ibiki hissed angrily, “Why didn't you mention it to me earlier?”
“The Otokage has requested Hatake-san's presence. Apparently he has need of the sharingan. I didn't mention it because it doesn't involve you. I'm afraid if Kakashi accepts he'll be going alone.” Iruka explained, “I can't afford to let you go right now.”
“If Itachi needs me of course I'll go.” the copy-nin replied flatly, shooting his husband a poisonous look, “I owe him a great deal.”
“I don't want you traveling alone.” the interrogator insisted, “Every time I let you out of my sight something awful happens.”
“Thank you for the vote of confidence.” the silver-haired man hissed, “I'm perfectly capable of traveling to Sound on my own.”
“I know that sweetheart.” the scarred man backpedaled, “I just don't want to lose you.”
“The Otokage anticipated your concerns Ibiki. Kisame will be here in a few days to escort you Kakashi.” Iruka explained, “But you don't have to go if you don't want to.”
“I'll be ready to leave when Kisame arrives.” Kakashi declared in a voice that brooked no argument, “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go get the fish.”
“I can't believe you did that.” the interrogator hissed as soon as the copy-nin disappeared from sight, “You could have at least warned me.”
“Don't worry so much Ibiki.” Genma soothed, “He'll be back before you know it.”
“He better be.” the tall man grumbled, settling back to stare sullenly at the food left on his plate, “I'm going to hold you both responsible if this turns out badly.”
“You know Genma's going to freak out when he sees that, don't you?” Ibiki asked as he watched the copy-nin finger his tattoo for the thousandth time.
“Better here in our house than out in public somewhere.” Kakashi declared philosophically, “Everyone's going to see it eventually.”
“I may have to quit my job and spend my days guarding you from your legion of stalkers.” the interrogator teased, leaning in close to release a warm breath against the kanji standing out in stark contrast to the pale skin it decorated.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” the silver-haired man murmured as he pulled away to continue cooking, “Be useful and set the table.”
“You must have noticed them . . . you are a ninja after all, and they're hardly subtle.” the scarred man snorted, “Don't play innocent with me.” He grabbed plates and chopsticks and carried them into the lounge and dropped them on the kotatsu.
“You could at least spread them around . . . the Hokage is coming for dinner, after all.” the copy-nin scolded.
“Don't change the subject, Iruka won't care and you know it.” Ibiki retorted, “We were talking about the small army of fans stalking you around town.”
“You're imagining things.” the jounin insisted stubbornly, “It's just the novelty of it since I stopped wearing my mask . . . you'll see, it will all die down in a week or two.”
“I seriously doubt that anyone who sees you is going to forget you sweetheart.” the tall man rumbled as he wrapped strong arms around the lithe nin, pulling him back into a broad chest as the interrogator's talented tongue traced the inky marks proudly displayed at the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Has anyone mentioned this?”
“Kurenai, of course.” Kakashi replied with a chuckle, “She waffles between it being 'sweet' and 'disturbing'.”
“Disturbing how?” the intrigued interrogator asked.
“A mark of ownership . . . kind of like branding a cow.” the copy-nin explained to his aghast lover. “It's alright,” he hastened to explain when the look on the tall man's face became ever more stricken, “I reminded her it was my choice and told her to butt out.”
“Sweetheart, if it's a problem you could cover it with a genjutsu . . . like an ANBU tattoo.” Ibiki ventured worriedly, “The last thing I want is for people to think you're my property.”
“You don't want people to know I belong to you?” silver brows knitted together as the smiling face grew solemn. “If that pleases you.” Kakashi declared as he made a few signs and touched two fingers to the mark so it faded into his skin, leaving no indication it was ever there.
“That's not what I meant.” the scarred man insisted, making the sign and whispering “Kai.” to dispel the genjutsu. “I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable . . . people can say rude things.”
“Why would I care what they say?” the copy-nin declared with an eloquent shrug, “What could they possibly come up with about me that would be worse than the truth? I'm sure more than one person has made a snide comment about you being my bitch . . . hmm, Hatake-san?”
“Who in the hell do you think would actually say something like that to me?” Ibiki asked bemusedly, “You do remember what I do, don't you?”
“Don't be an ass.” the silver-haired man scolded as he swatted the taller figure aside to get to the oven. “There's plenty of people who aren't fooled by your bad ass routine . . . and there's two of them now.” he continued blithely when the bell rang, “Go let our guests in 'biki.”
“We aren't done talking about this.” the interrogator warned as he opened the door.
“Talking about what?” Genma asked cheekily as he stepped inside and gave the tall man a hug. “Spill before I have to torture it out of you.”
“Stop threatening our host Gen-chan.” the Hokage chortled as he smacked the senbon sucker on the back of the head, “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“It's okay Iruka . . .” Ibiki chuckled, “'kashi was just wondering how many people call me his bitch Genma . . . happy?”
“What kind of nonsense are you filling our guests' heads with 'biki?” the copy-nin asked worriedly when he swept in to join them.
“No nonsense sweetheart . . . just answering Genma's question.” the interrogator replied innocently, eyes twinkling with amusement as he noticed the senbon sucker's sharp eyes hone in on the tattoo clearly visible on the pale man's throat.
“Shit that's hot.” the honey-haired man gasped, mouth slamming shut and wincing in preparation for the punishment he was sure was coming as soon as the words registered in his head.
“What are you babbling about Gen?” Iruka asked curiously, following his fiance's gaze to where it was riveted on Kakashi's neck.
“Ibiki has one too.” the silver-haired man explained hastily as he watched the Hokage's face grow rigid with anger, “But I'm the only one who gets to see it.”
“I saw it at his bachelor party.” Genma giggled, “When he accepted Gai's challenge.”
“I did what?” the interrogator asked, even though he was terribly sure he didn't want to know the answer.
“Don't you remember . . . Gai challenged you to a striptease competition.” the senbon sucker choked out before he was overcome with laughter, “The look on your face . . .” he chortled pointing in the stunned man's direction before doubling over yet again.
“You took your clothes off in front of Gai?” Kakashi demanded.
“Yes?” the scarred man whispered uncertainly, “I really, really don't remember what happened that night sweetheart. Are you very mad at me?”
“No.” the copy-nin declared coldly, “It's Jiji's fault, he got Gai started on the whole stripper idea in the first place . . . unfortunately after that it was inevitable. I'm just glad he challenged you and not me.” he finished with a chuckle.
“Hatake-san, whose idea was it for you to get a tattoo there?” Iruka asked through tight lips.
“Mine.” the jounin replied calmly, “I wanted everyone to see it . . . after all, 'biki took my name.”
“I think it's going to piss his stalkers off.” the interrogator chuckled, “But he still stubbornly refuses to admit to their existence.”
“Of course you have stalkers.” Genma declared with a snort, “You were already powerful, mysterious and intriguing . . . now the mystery is revealed and you're freakin' gorgeous . . . if you weren't married to the scariest man in the village I'm sure someone would have jumped you by now.”
“Can we please sit down and eat now?” Kakashi asked brusquely, desperately wanting to change the subject, “I don't want dinner to get cold.”
“This is delicious.” Iruka commented halfway through the first course, “You're a marvelous cook Hatake-san.”
“Thank you . . . and please, call me Kakashi, Hokage-sama.” the copy-nin replied deferentially. “Sensei taught me.”
“I'll call you Kakashi if you call me Iruka.” the former teacher replied with a smile. “I hate to bring up business at a time like this . . . but I have received a request for your services Kakashi. I realize you are retired . . . but I decided I should at least ask.”
“I will be honored to serve if my talents can be of use Hokage-sama.” the copy-nin replied instantly, hand covering his heart, “I am a loyal shinobi of the leaf, after all.”
“I never doubted your loyalty.” the Rokudaime assured him, “But you have no obligation to take this mission, if you refuse there will be no resentment or repercussions.”
“What is this mystery mission?” Ibiki hissed angrily, “Why didn't you mention it to me earlier?”
“The Otokage has requested Hatake-san's presence. Apparently he has need of the sharingan. I didn't mention it because it doesn't involve you. I'm afraid if Kakashi accepts he'll be going alone.” Iruka explained, “I can't afford to let you go right now.”
“If Itachi needs me of course I'll go.” the copy-nin replied flatly, shooting his husband a poisonous look, “I owe him a great deal.”
“I don't want you traveling alone.” the interrogator insisted, “Every time I let you out of my sight something awful happens.”
“Thank you for the vote of confidence.” the silver-haired man hissed, “I'm perfectly capable of traveling to Sound on my own.”
“I know that sweetheart.” the scarred man backpedaled, “I just don't want to lose you.”
“The Otokage anticipated your concerns Ibiki. Kisame will be here in a few days to escort you Kakashi.” Iruka explained, “But you don't have to go if you don't want to.”
“I'll be ready to leave when Kisame arrives.” Kakashi declared in a voice that brooked no argument, “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go get the fish.”
“I can't believe you did that.” the interrogator hissed as soon as the copy-nin disappeared from sight, “You could have at least warned me.”
“Don't worry so much Ibiki.” Genma soothed, “He'll be back before you know it.”
“He better be.” the tall man grumbled, settling back to stare sullenly at the food left on his plate, “I'm going to hold you both responsible if this turns out badly.”